Chapter 235 I still have you, I don't want to leave you

Tao Wanyin said, "I am also pregnant, but the concubine has sent her maids to bother me several times. Doesn't she worry that I am not feeling well?"

Du Yufang remained firmly seated, unable to understand why Tao Wanyin had become so formidable.

Tao Wanyin said, "I have had a doctor examine you. There is nothing seriously wrong with your pregnancy. Kneel down and pay your respects, Consort."

At this moment, the maidservant at the door gave her mistress a meaningful look.

Du Yufang immediately obeyed, kneeling on the ground like a weak willow.

Tao Wanyin sat at the head of the table, able to take in all the changes in their expressions.

She clenched her fingers nervously.

Then, he persisted, saying, "Consort, who taught you this crooked and awkward way of bowing? If people see it at a palace banquet, they will laugh their heads off and make the Yongwang Mansion lose face."

Tao Wanyin raised her chin and said, "No, I misspoke. The concubine will not have the opportunity to go to the palace."

Du Yufang had been feigning grievance, but now her expression completely crumbled; Tao Wanyin had struck a nerve.

With red eyes, she said, "I have always stayed quietly in the backyard, bearing children for the Prince. I don't know why the Princess Consort would say such things to me, or why she would come to find fault with me in the middle of the night and use this as an excuse to make me kneel."

Tao Wanyin calmly said, "You sent your maid to find me, saying that you had a terrible stomachache, but you don't look uncomfortable at all."

Du Yufang said, "I've been enduring the pain, but it's really bad now. I respect you as the Princess Consort. If something happens to the child in my womb, how can the Princess Consort face the Prince?"

A tall figure appeared outside the door, standing in the doorway, but did not come in.

Tao Wanyin saw it, and her eyes were glued to the door.

She said, "I'm sorry."

Du Yufang looked up in surprise and asked, "What is Your Highness saying?"

"I apologize, Your Highness."

Upon hearing what she said, the figure at the doorway swayed slightly.

Tao Wanyin glanced at Du Yufang and said, "So, Consort, you should still kneel." She added loudly, "If you really get sick from kneeling, I will personally go to the Prince to apologize."

As soon as she finished speaking, the person at the door immediately walked away.

Tao Wanyin loosened her clenched hands, her palms were sweaty, and she didn't know if he had heard her clearly.

The maidservant ran over to Du Yufang and whispered something in her ear. Du Yufang confirmed in a low voice, "The prince just came over, and then he left?"

Du Yufang did not disappoint Tao Wanyin. Almost simultaneously, Tao Wanyin collapsed to the ground, not forgetting to bury her head in the maid's arms.

Tao Wanyin stood up and said, "Take good care of your concubine. I will go find the prince myself."

On the way to Prince Yong's courtyard, Eunuch Chang appeared halfway.

He smiled and said, "Your Highness, it's so late and you're still not resting."

Tao Wanyin was about to ask him where Prince Yong was.

Chang Lu immediately replied, "What a coincidence! His Highness is still reading in his study and hasn't rested yet. This servant will accompany the Princess to see him."

Tao Wanyin nodded.

Accumulate small gains and live a simple life.

Zhao Minghong sat at his desk with a stack of books in front of him. He would turn a page and then glance outside.

He said uneasily, "Is someone coming from outside? Go and tell them that I am in a bad mood and will not see anyone."

The young eunuch hurried out to check, then returned and said, "Your Highness, no one is coming."

Zhao Minghong slammed the book down on the table with a loud thud.

"It's been so long, and they still haven't come!"

The young eunuch, unaware of what had happened, knelt on the ground and said, "Your Highness, it's already late at night. It's dark and the roads are difficult to travel. No one will come."

Zhao Minghong took a deep breath. The night road was difficult to walk on; he hoped he wouldn't slip and fall...

The more he thought about it, the colder he felt. He pushed aside the book in front of him, got up, and walked out.

As soon as they reached the door, they saw Chang Lu walking ahead with a lantern, followed by Tao Wanyin dressed in a violet palace gown.

Zhao Minghong walked back to his desk and said, "Who said no one was coming? The Princess Consort is here now. You blind fool, get out of here!"

Before Tao Wanyin even reached the door, she heard Prince Yong's angry shout, and then the little eunuch was kicked out.

She paused, feeling uneasy, but continued walking forward.

Upon entering Jiwei Residence, Tao Wanyin gazed at Prince Yong, who was engrossed in reading a book.

Chang Lu said, "Your Highness, the Princess Consort has something to discuss with you."

Then, Chang Lu closed the door to the study.

Zhao Minghong stared at the books in front of him without making a move. He had originally planned to give her the cold shoulder, but now that she had actually come, he couldn't bear to leave her.

Tao Wanyin stood at the doorway, not daring to step forward.

The study was brightly lit, and she already knew that his appearance was quite intimidating.

When quiet, he possessed an extraordinary appearance, with a straight nose and delicate features, much like the Empress Dowager in the palace.

Tao Wanyin's throat tightened, and she could only manage to squeeze out two words.

"Your Highness."

Zhao Minghong's fingers trembled slightly as he held the book, but he still didn't look up or pay attention to her.

Tao Wanyin clenched her left fist and squeezed out two more words.

"Your Highness."

But her tone contained a hint of grievance that she herself could hardly detect.

After being called twice by her, Zhao Minghong suddenly felt that the words in the book had all turned into the words "Your Highness". He frowned, realizing that he was really quite drunk.

Tao Wanyin's eyes reddened, and he didn't even want to look at her anymore.

In that case, this might be the last time we meet.

She called out mournfully, "Your Highness."

Zhao Minghong roared, "Are you trying to summon my soul? I'm not dead yet!"

He looked up and saw her red and swollen eyes, which softened his sharp expression, but his face remained gloomy.

Tao Wanyin asked, "Your Highness, have you prepared the divorce papers for me? When do you want me to leave the palace?"

Zhao Minghong gritted his teeth: "When do you want to leave?"

Tao Wanyin looked at Prince Yong. Because it was Princess Qingyun's wedding, he had also changed into auspicious clothes according to etiquette. His hair crown had a ruby ​​and was inlaid with eight pearls.

The headdress they wore when they got married was the same one.

Zhao Minghong added, "You can't even wait half a night, and you're already so eager to leave."

"In no mood."

Tao Wanyin said in a trembling voice, "I don't want to leave the Prince's Mansion."

Zhao Minghong's heart was in turmoil because of her, his handsome face was contorted, and he was about to say something sarcastic.

Tao Wanyin saved the most important words for last.

"And, and, and you too, I don't want to leave you."

The book in Zhao Minghong's hand was deformed from his grip.

He said with a terrifying expression, "Say it again!"

After saying this, Tao Wanyin realized she had no choice but to drop the pretense and that there was nothing she couldn't say.

"I don't want a divorce. This is my home because you are here."

Zhao Minghong's mind went blank for a moment.

I can't quite tell if it's a dream or reality.

Tao Wanyin said softly, "I came here to ask if Your Highness could take back the divorce papers if you have written them, and if you haven't, could you... give me another chance?"

Zhao Minghong's legs under the table began to tremble.

His face stiffened as he said, "A divorce agreement? Do you think my calligraphy is so easy to obtain?"

He left the princess's residence in such a hurry because he was afraid that Tao Wanyin would chase after him and demand a divorce agreement.

Zhao Minghong regretted it as soon as he said it.

I'm afraid that if I turn around too late, my tears will start flowing uncontrollably again.

To hell with the divorce papers!