Mo Xiang blocked Xuan Yuan Ye's path, anxiously saying, "Third Prince, my princess has something extremely important to discuss with you. The Crown Princess won't be in a hurry either; it's a matter of life and death."
As she spoke, Mo Xiang's knees buckled and she knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to Song Yue: "Your Highness, please spare the Princess's life! If I can't bring the Third Prince, my Princess will die. Please, have mercy on me!"
On the bustling street, Mo Xiang kowtowed repeatedly.
He kept hitting his forehead until it was bleeding.
Xuanyuan Ye eventually softened a bit; after all, she was his junior sister.
His brows twitched slightly.
"Third Prince, if you don't mind, may I come along?" Song Yue asked. "After all, I know some medical skills, and I might be able to help the Eighth Princess."
Jasmine was taken aback and immediately refused: "Thank you for your kindness, Crown Princess, but my princess only needs the Third Prince."
Song Yue frowned slightly.
"Crown Princess, I'll be right back." Xuan Yuan Ye still chose to go to the Eighth Prince's residence.
I boarded the carriage with Mo Xiang and headed straight for the Eighth Prince's Mansion.
"Princess Consort, shall we wait any longer?" Yun Dong asked.
A cold wind blew across her face, chilling her to the bone. She wrapped her cloak tighter around herself and shook her head: "I won't wait anymore, he'll come back."
The carriage sped towards the Eighth Prince's Mansion and soon stopped at the gate.
Xuanyuan Ye hurriedly lifted the curtain and stepped down, then strode up the steps and walked inside, with Moxiang running ahead of him.
"The Third Prince is inside."
With a creak, the door was gently pushed open.
A wave of warmth swept over them, and there was a strong smell of medicine in the room. Xu Lingqing was leaning against the couch, one hand covering her lips with a handkerchief and coughing softly. When she saw someone coming, she hurriedly got up and quickly hid the handkerchief she had just coughed on behind her back.
"Master, senior brother."
Xuan Yuan Ye raised his eyes and looked down at her arm hidden behind her back: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Xu Lingqing shook her head, biting her lip, looking aggrieved. Her eyes blinked gently under her eyelashes, and a layer of moisture condensed in them.
Xuanyuan Ye stepped forward, raised his hand to walk around her, took out her hand, and took her handkerchief, noticing a smear of scarlet on it.
His pupils constricted sharply: "This, this is?"
Xu Lingqing gave a pale smile: "Senior brother, whether you believe it or not, this is the truth. Song Yue kidnapped me and drugged me."
She offered her wrist, and Xuan Yuan Ye reached out his fingertips to feel her pulse. His expression changed slightly; it was actually a fairy scattering flowers!
"How could he have a fairy scattering flowers?" Xuan Yuan Ye was extremely puzzled.
Wasn't the "Fairy Scattering Flowers" poison personally concocted by my martial uncle?
"Senior brother, don't forget where you first met the Crown Princess." Xu Lingqing reminded him, "The Crown Princess is ruthless and capable of anything. Master died at her hands."
"What?!" Xuan Yuan Ye raised his voice, his face full of disbelief.
Xu Lingqing sat down in the chair, looking lost and dejected: "Back then, my master went down the mountain to help me succeed and hid in the Xu family. When the Xu family rebelled, my master's whereabouts were exposed, and he was surrounded and killed by the Xu couple under a hail of arrows. After his death, he was thrown into a sea of fire and turned into a handful of ashes."
She had to brace herself against the table with one hand to keep from swaying.
"Master died with resentment. Senior brother, you helped someone who killed your master. Have you ever thought about how disappointed Master would be in the afterlife?"
Xu Lingqing took a jade pendant from her bosom and placed it on the table. The jade pendant was the one that Xuan Yuan Ye had given her when she first entered the sect.
"Second brother, Ming'er, they have all drifted away from me and harbored resentment towards me. In the end, what have I gained? A bad reputation. Even if I give away all my wealth, it will only benefit others."
She winked at Moxiang, who understood and left, closing the door behind her.
Xu Lingqing knew that Xuan Yuan Ye might not easily believe her. She gritted her teeth, placed her fingertips on the sash, and gently untied it, pulling her clothes down to her shoulders. Xuan Yuan Ye immediately turned his back and said in a deep voice, "Junior sister, what are you doing?"
"Let my senior brother see just how this Crown Princess has been torturing me, pushing me step by step to this point."
Xu Lingqing's back was exposed.
Xuanyuan Ye frowned, turned around, and froze on the spot.
A vast expanse of ink and color depicts a disgusting erotic scene.
The woman in the picture clearly resembles Xu Lingqing.
Her face was filled with fear and struggle, while the men showed excitement and attacked her.
“This…” Xuan Yuan Ye choked up.
Xu Lingqing slowly dressed herself and smiled bitterly: "She resented me for taking away the Eighth Prince, kidnapped me, ordered people to ruin my reputation, and made it impossible for me to be honest with my husband in my next life. She made me a harlot that everyone weeps over."
At this point, Xu Lingqing covered her face and sobbed, her shoulders trembling violently: "Senior brother, are you really going to harm me for the sake of the Crown Princess?"
The question left Xuan Yuan Ye speechless for a long time.
That scene just now is still lingering in my mind.
Xu Lingqing's sobs pulled him back to reality. He handed her a handkerchief, his throat feeling constricted, and asked with difficulty, "Did they know about these things?"
She tilted her head back, tears streaming down her face, and shook her head.
Xuanyuan Ye closed his eyes, his fingertips clenched until they turned white, and steeled himself to banish the image of that breathtakingly beautiful face from his mind.
"Senior brother." Xu Lingqing choked up.
When Xuanyuan Ye opened his eyes, his face was full of heartache: "I know what to do. You can stay here and rest peacefully."
After saying that, Xuanyuan Ye left without looking back.
Standing under the eaves watching the departing figure, Xu Lingqing's lips curled into a cold smile. Who would have thought that one day, this painting that had humiliated her could also be turned into a weapon in her hand.
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