Chapter 383: Old Age and Fading Beauty

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"As long as you understand one thing, Consort, you are not irreplaceable. You are not irreplaceable in my eyes, and you are even less so in the eyes of the Crown Prince."

One day you will grow old and lose your beauty. What will you rely on then to keep a man's heart?

Shen Ruolan opened her mouth, but couldn't think of a reply.

"This princess rarely shows kindness without expecting anything in return. Consort, you'd better not miss this opportunity, otherwise you'll only be a consort trampled underfoot for the rest of your life, with no chance of ever turning your life around."

However, there's no rush. I'll give you a few days to think it over. Come find me anytime you've made up your mind. Opportunities are only for those who are prepared.

As she spoke, Nalan Yujie stood up and left with Mi Shuang's help, leaving Shen Ruolan sitting alone.

"Did you sprinkle the powder into her teacup?" Nalan Yujie asked calmly.

"Yes, just now when you got up, but she seems to have some sense, what if she gets discovered..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was so frightened by the gaze that Nalan Yujie cast at her that she dared not continue.

"The powder is colorless and odorless, so even if a miscarriage occurs, the cause cannot be diagnosed."

Nalan Yujie withdrew her hand from her arm, her tone neither light nor light, "You think too much, even more than I do, huh?"

Mi Shuang swallowed hard. The weather was clearly warm and pleasant, but her back was already soaked with cold sweat, and even her forehead was inevitably beaded with sweat: "This servant dares not, this servant has overstepped her bounds."

Nalan Yujie stared at her intently for a long time, then covered her face and laughed, "I was just trying to scare you, I didn't expect you to take it seriously. Never mind, let's go back to the manor. All we have to do now is wait for good news."

At first, those puppets were all ambitious and unwilling to listen, thinking they could control their own strings to dance, but in the end, they still handed me the wooden shackles.

"Is that so, Mishuang?"

"Yes, Your Highness is right. It's one thing for them to be ungrateful, but for Your Highness to lower yourself like this is truly unforgivable," Mi Shuang replied tremblingly.

Nalan Yujie's mood improved even more after being pleased by her, and then she raised her hand to stroke Mishuang's neck and praised her softly, "Good girl, as a reward, I will give you the medicine when we get back, so you can be spared a month of physical pain."

"Thank you, Princess."

"No need for thanks. We've been master and servant for years. This little thing is nothing."

Ha, after so many years of master and servant, he still didn't hesitate to poison her; compared to that, giving her medicine really is nothing.

Mi Shuang appeared respectful, but inwardly she was so terrified she felt like vomiting. However, her life was still in Mi Shuang's hands. If she could get through this month, there would be another month, and so on. As long as she couldn't be cured or die, she would never be able to escape this terror that enveloped her from beginning to end.

Without exception, everyone around Nalan Yujie was even more suspicious than the emperor, fearing that others would betray her and then bite her back.

Helpless, Mi Shuang could only work even harder. Shen Ruolan sent many people to keep an eye on things, and news came in a few days.

That's it?

Nalan Yujie took the hot tea that Mishuang offered, blew on it twice slowly before bringing it to her lips, and asked, "Anything else? Did you make any other noises after the baby in your womb was gone?"

"The Empress never liked Shen Ruolan, who was born out of wedlock. Now that the imperial heir has been lost, coupled with the tricks she used to get the position of concubine, she is even more disliked by the Empress."