He Yue stormed back to Prince Yi's residence in a rage.

Sitting on a chair in the main room, He Yue drank two cups of tea, but she still couldn't calm down.

Hailan comforted Heyue: "Madam, don't be angry. Consort Shu also said that although Consort Qi made things difficult for her, she is favored by the Emperor. That's just how things are in the palace, and there's nothing that can be changed."

"That's not all I'm angry about!" He Yue gritted her teeth, seething with resentment.

Although Consort Qi bullied Shu Yu, which made He Yue very angry, she wouldn't mindlessly hate Consort Qi because of it, as that wouldn't bring any benefit to Shu Yu.

The injustice suffered by Shu Yu can only be resolved by the emperor.

If Heyue were to actually intervene, she would truly be falling into someone else's trap.

She was even angrier at Consort Qiao.

It turns out that time really can change a person.

Yu Ying abandoned her master-servant relationship for the sake of the Fourth Master. Although He Yue was angry, she did not hate her. Everyone has their own pursuits.

However, Consort Qiao actually tried to use Shu Yu to provoke and manipulate He Yue, which He Yue could not tolerate.

"Then what is it for?" Hailan asked, puzzled.

Hailan and Yuying had grown up together since childhood, and Heyue didn't want to say much to her, lest Hailan be upset.

Suppressing his anger, he waved his hand and said, "Go check on Xuan'er. If she's alright, have her come over and talk to me."

Hailan responded and withdrew.

He Yue pondered that, given Consort Qi's personality, she probably wouldn't be able to cause trouble for long.

In the palace, Consort Nian had been the most favored concubine, while Consort Qi was arrogant and domineering, and had long since fallen out of favor. Now, she actually used her status to make Shu Yu kneel in the Imperial Garden for two hours.

Emperor Yongzheng would not be unaware of such a matter, and Consort Qi's actions would only make things more unfavorable for her.

The reason why Consort Qi can be so carefree now is only because of the Third Prince Hongshi.

Historically, Emperor Yongzheng would sever ties with Hongshi. Without her son as a protector, Consort Qi would naturally fare no better.

Heyue doesn't need to do anything at all.

Moreover, judging from Shu Yu's complexion, it was clear that Yongzheng treated her very well, at least more favored than Consort Qi, who held the title of Consort solely because of her seniority and son but had lost favor.

Yongzheng would not punish Consort Qi too much for Shuyu's sake; at most, he would just ignore Consort Qi for a while. However, Heyue believed that Yongzheng would not wrong Shuyu, and with Yongzheng's protection, Shuyu's life would be better in the future.

This is what it means to gain something in one place and reap the benefits in another.

Alas, who told Shuyu to enter the palace? Heyue has absolutely no say in the affairs of the inner palace; if she did, even Emperor Yongzheng would be displeased.

It won't do Shu Yu any good either.

As long as Shu Yu doesn't have too much contact with the outside world and always stays true to herself, even if she can't compare to Nian Shi, she won't be that much worse.

Fourth Brother is a very sentimental person.

Tongxuan came over to talk to Heyue, and Heyue's mood finally improved a little.

It's already May, and the weather is getting warmer.

Heyue and Tongxuan were sitting in the garden pavilion, watching Tongxuan embroider. The mother and daughter were enjoying each other's company, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

Suddenly, the maid Qiaoju rushed over: "Madam, Madam, something terrible has happened!"

"What is it?" Qiaoju was a second-class maid in Heyue Courtyard. Because she was used to being served by Hailan, Hailan was still the one who took care of her daily life in Heyue Courtyard. There was also a maid named Ling'er who was in charge of the affairs of the house.

Seeing Qiaoju's hurried and energetic manner, Heyue frowned in displeasure.

This girl is becoming increasingly unruly.

Qiaoju stood panting in front of Heyue, clutching her chest, and reported, "Master is back; he was carried back!"

The old man is Hongchang.

In the mansion, the servants addressed the male masters as "Master," "Second Master," "Third Master," etc., according to their seniority.

He Yue jumped to her feet, her face paling slightly: "What happened?"

It's not surprising that Hongchang is coming back, but why was he being carried back?

Tongxuan quickly stood up, took Heyue's arm, and gently comforted her, "Mother, don't worry."

Qiaoju swallowed hard and shook her head: "This servant doesn't know. I only heard that Master was covered in blood and was carried back to his room."

Upon hearing that he was covered in blood, He Yue's heart leaped into her throat, and she rushed to the front yard.

Hongchang had never suffered much hardship since childhood. Although he was a bit arrogant and unruly and had gotten into many fights as a child, he had never lost.

Especially given the current situation.

As soon as Heyue entered Hongchang's room, she heard Hongchang groaning in pain, accompanied by Thirteen's angry rebuke: "You still have the nerve to whine?! A real man shouldn't be so upset about such a small injury. You've completely disgraced me!"

He Yue raised her eyebrows and slapped Thirteen's arm hard as soon as she entered: "Why are you yelling at him?! As his father, it's one thing to not protect him, but how can you scold him like that? What right do you have to lecture him?"

When Thirteen saw Heyue, she yelled at him rudely again, and he immediately wilted. He smiled apologetically and comforted her, "What are you saying? It's the boy's fault for being useless. He has no right to complain."

"Mother!" Hongchang lay on the bed, wearing a white undergarment, his upper body covered by a quilt, and his lower body hidden behind a curtain. His personal servant was applying medicine to Hongchang from behind the curtain.

Hongtun stood at the head of the bed, his brows furrowed, his face full of worry and tension.

Hongchang's face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He stretched out his hand to Heyue with a pitiful expression: "Mother, it hurts!"

Just by looking at him, you can tell where he's injured. Seeing Hongchang in such a disheveled state, Heyue was anxious to go and see him, but Hongchang shouted to stop her: "Mother, don't come any closer!"

At the same time, Heyue's arm was grabbed by Thirteen, whose face was very ugly. He scolded her lightly, "Don't go over there!"

Seeing Hongchang's pale face flush slightly and his nervous appearance, and Thirteen's resolute look, Heyue pouted, displeased.

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