Full House
A gentle breeze suddenly rose, causing the pear blossoms on the branches to fall in a flurry, leaving a white carpet on the ground. Song Yue wouldn't allow anyone to clean it up, and just stared at them.
Footsteps could be heard from outside the courtyard from time to time, and she raised an eyebrow to look.
"It was Consort Rou who came with her entourage, but they were blocked by the guards, and several guards were beaten," Yun Dong explained in a low voice.
Song Yue looked away.
"Your Highness, this servant is worried that Consort Rou will not let us off easily." Yun Dong was somewhat worried. After all, this was the Eighth Prince's residence, his territory. It wouldn't be difficult for him to do whatever he wanted.
"Wait a little longer..."
Despite her efforts at the entrance of the Mantang Courtyard, Consort Rou refused to take another step, which angered her so much that she slapped the guard twice.
"You wicked thing, I am the Eighth Prince's own mother!" Consort Rou's breathing rose and fell.
The guard stood his ground, refusing to budge despite the slap in his face.
Helpless, Consort Rou stormed off in anger, not forgetting to add before leaving: "When the Prince returns, have him go there."
"yes."
When Consort Rou returned in a huff, Xu Lingqing knew she had failed. She was secretly disappointed, but showed no sign of it on her face. She stepped forward, took Consort Rou's hand, and carefully helped her sit down: "Your Highness always keeps his promises, alas!"
"What promise?" Consort Rou asked curiously, not understanding why Yan'er was protecting Song Yue.
Could there still be feelings involved?
vixen!
"Here's what happened. On the day I married the prince, I started bleeding. The doctor said I needed a special medicine to treat it, and coincidentally, only Song Yue had that medicine. Song Yue used this to threaten the prince, and in the end, I lost the baby. Song Yue shamelessly took the medicine back, and the prince ended up owing her a favor for no apparent reason."
Consort Rou asked in surprise, "Is that so?"
“Mother, it’s absolutely true.” Xu Lingqing’s eyes reddened. “I was just unlucky. I almost managed to save the child.”
Consort Rou's heart bled at the thought of losing her grandson. She clenched her fists tightly and cried out, "That vile woman should pay with her life for my grandson!"
"Mother, please calm down. Song Yue cannot die now. Her life can be exchanged for all the military power in Prince Guangjia's hands." Xu Lingqing muttered a few words under her breath. Consort Rou patted Xu Lingqing's hand, looking troubled. "You're thoughtful. You're doing this for the sake of the Eighth Prince's Mansion. Yan'er is kind-hearted and thin-skinned. She's always controlled by others and is no match for that vixen. Do as you say!"
Following Xu Lingqing's instructions, Consort Rou took the initiative to write a letter and had it delivered to the Prince of Guangjia's residence: "You must personally deliver this letter to the messenger."
The guard took it and withdrew.
They waited until evening.
Zhao Zhiyan arrived late and was immediately ushered into the courtyard of Consort Rou. He stepped forward to greet her, saying, "Mother."
"Hmph! You're protecting Song Yue like this, do you still have feelings for her?" Consort Rou's tone was unfriendly.
Zhao Zhiyan rubbed his temples and explained helplessly, "Mother, what kind of time is this to be saying such things?"
"I have already written a letter to the Prince of Guangjia on your behalf, urging him to return the military power as soon as possible. Otherwise, I will kill Song Yue!"
As soon as Consort Rou finished speaking, Zhao Zhiyan's expression changed slightly: "Mother, you mustn't!"
The other party gave a cold snort: "The letter has already been delivered to him!"
Zhao Zhiyan frowned in annoyance. He just wanted to find the real culprit behind the scenes as soon as possible, clear the Eighth Prince's name, and take back his military power openly and legitimately.
"Mother, aren't you putting me in an unjust position, making me a despicable person who threatens others?" Zhao said. "Yan'er, I'm doing this all for your future. I'll take the blame for you. Just pretend you don't know anything. How many people are eyeing that position? If you miss it, do you know what the Eighth Prince's Mansion will face?"
Consort Rou earnestly advised, "I have been staying in the imperial mausoleum for so many years, praying and chanting sutras every day. I can't take it anymore. Only you are the one who keeps me going. Things have come to this point, and we can't be passive anymore."
We talked all night.
When he went out, the sky was already turning white. Zhao Zhiyan felt as if a thousand pounds were weighing him down, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.
"Your Highness."
Xu Lingqing walked towards him, somewhat surprised.
Zhao Zhiyan put aside his heavy thoughts and looked at her gently: "Why so early?"
The thrush standing to the side said, "The princess comes to pay her respects to the Grand Consort every day."
"You're so thoughtful." Zhao Zhiyan reached out and grasped the other's icy fingertips, frowning. "Why are your hands so cold?"
"Ever since I recovered from my illness, I've always felt a chill in my body. The imperial physician said it's probably because I'm too weak and need to rest." Xu Lingqing said with a guilty expression, "It's just that it will take some time before I can have children for the Prince."
"Look at you, I've never cared about that." Zhao Zhiyan straightened her clothes and sighed, "Go inside, I have some things to attend to and will be leaving first."
"Yes." Xu Lingqing watched the person leave, then turned around and pushed open the door to inspect the results. The room was quiet. She walked lightly, thinking that the person had probably gone to the inner room to rest, so she walked towards the inner room.
Suddenly, a pitiful scream rang out.
"ah!"
Xu Lingqing's heart sank. She stopped by the screen and stared wide-eyed at the person rolling on the bed. The person was dressed in a dark purple brocade robe, with disheveled hair, several bloody scratches on their face, blood flowing from the corner of their mouth, and their face contorted in pain.
"Mother?"
The person who came seemed not to understand Xu Lingqing's words and lay on the bed groaning in pain.
"Mother!" Xu Lingqing strode forward and grabbed Consort Rou's wrist. The consort snapped back to reality, panting heavily, and stared at the newcomer in confusion: "Why are you here?"
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