Chapter 496 Madam Lin Wants to Sue the Princess

Mo Jinchuan took off his cloak and put it on Song Yanxi, saying softly, "It's getting late. You should go back to the Princess's Mansion and rest first."

"What about the prince?" Song Yanxi asked calmly.

Although she already had a guess in her mind, she still wanted to hear it from Mo Jinchuan himself.

He doesn't care about this matter.

Given the way Prince Ning and his wife get along now, Princess Ning doesn't know if she can survive another ten years.

She was not yet thirty years old, but her hair had already turned gray at an early age, and her eyes and eyebrows showed her haggardness.

The reason for my sudden fainting last night was not only because of anxiety and worry, but also because of years of excessive worry.

If this continues, her body will be broken down sooner or later.

She believed that what Prince Ning wanted was definitely not the cold corpse of Princess Ning.

But Xie Wanjun was obviously a patient and taciturn person, otherwise she wouldn't have become depressed and depressed and forced herself into this state.

And Mo Lingxuan...

If he was willing to talk nicely, how could the relationship between husband and wife have come to this point?

So she could only place her hopes on Mo Jinchuan, with whom she grew up and had a deep relationship.

Given his personality, he doesn't seem like the type to sit back and do nothing.

However, this matter is complicated and involves the reputation of the royal family.

She was just afraid that he was willing but unable to do it.

Not missing the worry in her eyes, Mo Jinchuan raised the corners of his lips slightly and asked in a low voice: "Are you worried that father will punish me?"

Song Yanxi nodded and said frankly: "If I were Your Majesty, I would not let you off easily."

Hearing her serious tone, Mo Jinchuan laughed, "Yes, you are so bold that you even dare to criticize our father."

Song Yanxi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "Why, Your Majesty wants to complain?"

Mo Jinchuan: "Am I such a petty person in your eyes?"

Of course he is not.

Otherwise, Song Yanxi would not dare to joke with him so unscrupulously.

Just joking aside, we still have to talk about serious matters.

Fearing someone might be listening, Song Yanxi took a few steps forward and lowered her voice, saying, "Princess Ning is overwhelmed with worry, and I'm afraid her heart is inconsolable. I hope Your Majesty will plead for her when you meet His Majesty."

Mo Jinchuan responded softly, his eyes darkening.

Knowing that he was feeling embarrassed, Song Yanxi bit her tongue and continued, "For the sake of the royal family's reputation, although His Majesty will not grant Princess Ning's wish, her future life will definitely be better."

Since ancient times, the royal family’s gates were open to entry but not exit, unless one committed a crime and was deposed, and the Jade Butterfly was taken back.

Throughout the dynasties, any deposed royal woman would eventually die, whether by drinking poison or using white silk.

Compared with the royal family's reputation, a mere human life is nothing.

Even though Princess Ning was the youngest daughter of the former Crown Prince's tutor, she was locked in by the title of princess and would never be free again for the rest of her life.

She now only hoped that Emperor Xuande would spare her daughter's life because of the hard work and contributions that Grand Tutor Xie had made to Da'an.

As long as he was willing to intervene, even if Princess Ning could not leave the palace, Prince Ning would not dare to beat or scold her as he did before.

Perhaps for the sake of her son, she would no longer be as depressed as before, and might even decide to die.

The most difficult thing about heart disease is the word "heart".

Just imagine, if a person’s heart is gone and only a body is left, how can he live long?

Mo Jinchuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he chuckled softly, "If Third Sister-in-law knew you were so worried about her, she would definitely be happy that she didn't make a mistake."

Listening to his somewhat puzzling words, Song Yanxi just thought he was talking about Xie Wanjun trusting her and asking her to treat the young master last night.

Thinking of that gentle face, she sighed softly: “What a pity, someone as gentle as her should have found a generous and considerate husband.

Instead of…”

Although she didn't say the rest explicitly, Mo Jinchuan knew it clearly in his mind.

He frowned and said, "Yan Xi, there is not as no affection between Third Brother and Third Sister-in-law as you think."

Although Song Yanxi didn't know the specific love-hate relationship between the two, she had something she wanted to ask.

"Is your so-called affection just verbal abuse and beatings?"

She curled the corners of her lips, her eyes full of sarcasm: "Then the price you pay for this kind of relationship is too high."

Even if Princess Ning had misjudged the right person and met the wrong person, the resentment and torture she had experienced over the past decade had made her suffer a lot.

Love is clearly a matter between two people.

But a person locks himself in the Buddhist temple every day, copying scriptures and chanting Buddha's name, suffering from inner torment.

As for the other one, he has had many new lovers over the years, and they are as soft and fragrant as jade, making him very happy.

Among the concubines in Prince Ning's Mansion, she had heard that there were two concubines with official titles, and there were countless wives.

It was a relief that Princess Ning had a little prince, otherwise, who knows what kind of torture he would have been subjected to in this mansion.

Prince Ning's feelings are really unbearable!

Mo Jinchuan opened his mouth to explain, but An Yi hurried into the courtyard and said with a serious face, "Master, the people from the General's Mansion are carrying Madam Lin to the Dali Temple."

Why are you carrying a half-dead person to the Dali Temple so early in the morning?

There was more hesitation on the dark side.

Mo Jinchuan: "Speak."

"The people from the General's Mansion have been saying all along that Madam Lin is going to sue the Princess."

*

It was almost noon when Xie Wanjun finally woke up.

Song Yanxi was sitting at the table writing a prescription. When she heard the noise, she turned around and happened to meet her puzzled eyes.

She stood up and walked to the bedside, helping her to her feet while explaining, "The princess must have been worried about the young master. She hadn't slept for several days and fainted last night from exhaustion."

Xie Wanjun forced a smile and said softly, "Thank you, Princess."

"You're welcome, Princess."

Song Yanxi took a pillow and placed it behind her waist, only to feel that the shoulder she was holding was too thin and a little uncomfortable.

She said, "Princess, you should keep two people by your side to serve you. If you are in good health, you can better accompany the young master as he grows up."

Xie Wanjun's eyes flashed, and she asked, "Princess, is Chen'er awake?"

"Ah Cheng went to check on him an hour ago. The young master had already woken up. He drank half a bowl of porridge, said a few words to Nanny Qin, and then went back to sleep."

Hearing this, Xie Wanjun suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Princess."

Song Yanxi handed her a handkerchief and comforted her, "The princess is a mother, and worrying about the young master is a mother's instinct.

I examined the young master last night. The doctor who treated him previously was very skilled. He will be cured in a few days by taking the medicine he prescribed."

Xie Wanjun took her hand and said gratefully, "I'm really sorry to bother you with what happened last night."

As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something, and asked with a complicated look in her eyes, "How is the injury on the prince's back?"

Song Yanxi said truthfully: "The wound on the prince's back is just a superficial one, it's nothing serious."

Hearing that she seemed to have something else in her words, Xie Wanjun frowned, "He..."

"The prince was so angry last night that he vomited blood and is still in a coma."

"Extremely angry?"

As Xie Wanjun said this, she was about to lift the quilt and get out of bed.

Song Yanxi stopped her movements and explained, "Princess, don't worry. I've already given the prince acupuncture, and he's fine right now."

Xie Wanjun's pupils shrank slightly. "I'm not seriously injured at the moment. What do you mean?"