Chapter 172 Heartbroken Cry
Nangong Ye held Dongfang Yuning, who was extremely quiet and slightly trembling, in his arms, and passed through the layers of corridors of the Governor's Mansion like a black lightning wrapped in cold wind.
The low pressure emanating from his body frightened all the servants who tried to come forward to greet him, and they retreated far away.
The news spread too fast.
Almost at the moment when Nangong Ye stepped into the mansion with the person in his arms, several figures came rushing towards him from different directions.
Dongfang Qiwu almost rushed over, the blood color on her face had completely faded, and her eyes were filled with undisguised shock, pain and rage!
She didn't even look at Nangong Ye, all her eyes were focused on the small ball in his arms, her voice trembling with tears:
"Ning'er! My Ning'er! Let me take a look! How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"
She reached out to touch her sister's cheek, but Nangong Ye slightly turned aside.
Dongfang Qiwu's hand froze in mid-air, and the pain in his eyes deepened.
In her heart, Ning'er and Yue'er are both the ones she has watched grow up and cherished in her heart!
Seeing her bow and apologize in public, that scene was like a knife cutting into her heart!
Following closely behind was Shen Xiaoyun.
His face was ashen, and he exuded a terrifying aura of hostility. Where was his usual gentle and elegant demeanor?
He had just rushed back from an emergency at the dock when he heard the news that his aunt had publicly bowed and apologized to the fishermen! Princess Fuxing! Princess Yong! The pillar of their Yanmao!
To actually... to actually endure such injustice? !
"Your Highness! The Princess..."
Shen Xiaoyun's voice suppressed the rage of a volcano, and the look he gave Nangong Ye even carried a subtle questioning tinge.
Your Majesty, why didn't you stop it?!
Nangong Yu was the last to arrive, but his rage was the greatest!
He walked like a dragon and a tiger, and the ground seemed to shake with every step he took. His well-maintained face was now filled with thunderous rage, and the emperor's pressure poured out without reservation, and the temperature of the entire front hall dropped sharply!
"Asshole!"
Nangong Yu's voice was like thunder, making people's eardrums buzz.
"In broad daylight! In the clearest light! How dare they let the Princess and Princess of the Nangong family be humiliated like this?! That pair of unscrupulous people!
And that damned actor! Where's he?! Drag him out! Cut him into pieces! And Mo Ying! What are all those secret guards for?! Trash! All of them are trash!
He was so angry that he was shaking all over. That deep bow was a blow to Nangong Yu's imperial dignity!
How could this little ancestor, whom he held in his hands for fear of dropping her and held in his mouth for fear of her melting, endure such injustice?!
"Father! Calm down!"
Nangong Yue also hurried over with the help of her maid, her face pale and tears in her eyes.
She first looked worriedly at her aunt who was being held tightly in the arms of her uncle, and then she was even more frightened when she heard her father's rage, and hurriedly tried to persuade him.
The maids around her were trembling with fear.
Everyone's eyes were anxiously focused on the unusually quiet little person in Nangong Ye's arms.
She buried her face deeply in Nangong Ye's neck, revealing only a small part of her pale profile and slightly trembling shoulders.
There was no crying, no excuses. This silent vulnerability was more heartbreaking than any crying.
Nangong Ye faced everyone's anger, questioning, and concern without any explanation.
He simply scanned the crowd with his eyes, which were as deep as a cold pond.
The look in his eyes was cold and sharp, carrying a warning and expulsion that brooked no room for argument.
Shut up! Don't scare her!
A powerful aura instantly silenced all voices. Dongfang Qiwu covered her mouth, tears silently streaming down her cheeks. Shen Xiaoyun's clenched fists slowly loosened, the anger in his eyes replaced by deep worry.
Nangong Yu's chest heaved violently, but he finally suppressed his rage and stared at Ning'er's (in his heart, Ning'er was no different from his daughter) trembling shoulders.
Nangong Ye did not stop, holding Dongfang Yuning, and strode towards their bedroom.
The heavy palace door isolates the noise from the outside world.
Nangong Ye carefully placed the person in his arms on the bed covered with a soft quilt, his movements as gentle as if he were treating a rare treasure.
He knelt on one knee beside the bed, picked up her cold little hand, put it to his lips and blew gently, trying to warm her.
Looking at her tightly closed eyes, her long eyelashes trembling violently like the wings of a frightened butterfly, and her pale face still stained with tears, Nangong Ye felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and the pain almost suffocated him.
"Baby……"
His voice was extremely hoarse, and filled with unprecedented heartache.
"You...do you want to feel bad for your husband?"
His warm hands caressed her cold cheeks, and his fingertips gently wiped away the tears that kept flowing. His voice was low and gentle, full of endless pity:
"Silly baby, if you can't solve something, let your husband block it for you! If the sky falls, your husband will hold it up! You are the treasure in my hands, the one I, Nangong Ye, hold at the top of my heart..."
He choked in his throat, took a deep breath, and continued, his voice trembling slightly:
"Bowling in public, you're tearing at your husband's heart... You're so proud, so dazzling, what's wrong with that? Human hearts are unpredictable, full of demons and monsters. How can you possibly guard against them all?
The one who was wrong was that heartless beast! It was that careless Mo Ying! Not you! It will never be you! "
He leaned over, resting his forehead against hers, their warm breaths blending together, his voice low and almost pleading:
"My silly baby...don't hold it in, just cry it out, okay? It'll be fine if you cry it out...don't hurt yourself..."
He patted her back gently, as if coaxing a child.
"My husband is here, always here... Cry, cry, cry out all your grievances..."
This sentence of "Cry" with endless pampering and indulgence is like opening Pandora's box.
The dam that Dongfang Yuning had been holding up for a long time suddenly collapsed under Nangong Ye's extremely gentle heartache and unreserved protection!
"Wow--!!!"
A heart-wrenching cry, as if containing all the grievances, self-blame, anger and fear, suddenly burst out from her chest!
Like the most desperate cry of a wounded little beast, it instantly broke the silence of the bedroom!
She was no longer the Princess Fuxing who calmly handled situations and established rules with dignity in the square, nor was she the princess who bowed and apologized in front of everyone and forced herself to be strong.
At this moment, she was just a little girl who was overwhelmed by huge guilt and deep grievances!
She threw herself into Nangong Ye's arms, clutching his clothes tightly, crying so hard that her whole body trembled and she was out of breath. Her tears were like a flood that instantly soaked the fabric of his chest.
"Wuwuwu...husband...Xiaohe...she is only sixteen years old...wuwu...it's my fault...I didn't take good care of her...wuwu...that bastard...how dare he...waa ...
She cried incoherently, venting all her emotions in this earth-shaking cry.
Nangong Ye hugged her tightly, letting her cry loudly in his arms.
He clenched his arms tightly, wanting to crush all her pain in his arms.
He kept kissing the top of her head and whispering soothing words:
"It's not your fault... baby, it's really not... cry, cry it out... your husband is here... it's all over..."
The heart-wrenching cries from inside the bedroom were like heavy hammers, hitting the hearts of everyone waiting outside the hall.
Dongfang Qiwu leaned against the pillar outside the hall, tears already streaming down her face. Ning'er's sobs, bursting out after being suppressed to the extreme, cut her heart like a knife.
She wanted to rush in, hold her sister in her arms and comfort her, but she was afraid of disturbing Nangong Ye.
Chen Xiaoyun's face was as gloomy as water. He stood aside with his hands behind his back, listening to the crying in the hall, the veins on his clenched fists exposed.
He blamed himself. If he hadn't been busy with dock affairs and failed to pay attention to the theater in time, perhaps... perhaps he could have avoided the princess from suffering such injustice?
This thought tormented him immensely.
Nangong Yu stood in the shadow of the corridor, his face still ashen, but the raging rage in his eyes had been replaced by deep pity.
Listening to the child's undisguised crying of grievance, he felt his heart tighten into a ball.
When had his Ning'er ever suffered such injustice?
He paced back and forth restlessly, but didn't dare to make any noise.
The most intense conflict occurred between Nangong Yue and Shen Xiaoyun.
Nangong Yue felt extremely distressed when she heard her aunt's heartbroken cry.
She turned her head abruptly, staring at Shen Xiaoyun with red eyes, her voice filled with tears and uncontrollable anger:
"I told you I'm fine! I can go back to work! But you refused to listen! You insisted that I stay home to take care of the baby! Look what's going on now! My aunt...my aunt..."
She pointed in the direction of the bedroom, tears streaming down her face.
"She suffered so much for the theater! She bowed and apologized in public! She is the Princess of Fortune! The Princess of Yong! Shen Xiaoyun! Do you have the nerve to do this?!"
She became more and more excited as she spoke. She reached out and twisted Shen Xiaoyun's arm fiercely, wanting to vent all her anger:
"How much older are you than Ning'er? Don't you have any idea?! She is my aunt, it's true, but how old is she?! She's still a little girl!
She should have been protected and pampered by all of us! Now she has to shoulder so many responsibilities and suffer like this! It's all your fault! It's all your fault for not letting me help her share the burden! "
The immense heartache caused Nangong Yue to lose control of her emotions completely, and she pointed the finger at her husband.
Shen Xiaoyun let her twist her brows without even frowning, but the self-blame in his eyes deepened.
He understood his wife's anger, and this anger also burned him.
He endured it silently, reaching out to embrace his excited wife:
"Yu'er, don't be angry, take care of yourself, you just gave birth to the child, how long has it been..."
"Don't touch me!"
Nangong Yue shook off his hand and cried even harder.
"If my aunt gets sick from being angry... I... I will never let you go!"
After all, she was a woman who had just given birth, and her emotions were fluctuating greatly, coupled with her crying, her body could not support her and she swayed slightly.
Shen Xiaoyun's expression changed, and without caring about anything else, he forcibly supported her, half-holding her in his arms, and pleaded in his voice:
"Yuer, it's my fault! It's all my fault! Calm down first and don't hurt yourself. As for the princess... the prince will take good care of her!"
Dongfang Qiwu also hurried over to comfort his daughter:
"Yu'er, don't be like this. Xiaoyun doesn't want this either. The most important thing now is Ning'er..."
The crying in the hall lasted for a long time before gradually turning into intermittent sobbing and finally falling into silence.
The palace door was gently opened.
Nangong Ye walked out, his shirt was wet in a large area on his chest, his face was still stern, but deep in his eyes there was a trace of imperceptible fatigue and deep pity.
"Asleep."
His voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes swept over everyone.
"I'm tired of crying."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but their hearts were still hanging in the air.
"Aye, Ning'er..."
Dongfang Qiwu asked anxiously.
"It's okay, it's just... I feel uncomfortable."
Nangong Ye was concise and to the point.
"Let her have a good sleep."
Nangong Yu took a step forward and said in a deep voice:
"That bastard actor..."
"It's been dealt with. Mo Ying, go and receive your punishment."
Nangong Ye interrupted him with a cold look in his eyes.
"This matter ends here. No one is allowed to mention Ning'er again."
His eyes were full of warning, especially lingering for a moment on Nangong Yu and Shen Xiaoyun's faces.
Shen Xiaoyun immediately bowed:
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Nangong Yu opened his mouth, which eventually turned into a heavy sigh. He looked at the closed palace door with a complicated expression.
His Ning'er...had grown up after all, had her own responsibilities, and would...get hurt.
Dongfang Qiwu wiped away his tears and whispered:
"I'll go to the kitchen and make Ning'er some soothing soup."
She needed to do something to soothe her equally frightened heart.
Chen Xiaoyun supported Nangong Yue, who had calmed down a little but was still sad, and quietly withdrew.
Nangong Ye turned around and gently closed the hall door, isolating himself from all the noise and worries.
He walked back to the bed and looked at his little wife who was curled up on the bed with tears on her face but had fallen into a deep sleep. There was unmeltable tenderness and heartache in his eyes.
He took off his outer robe, carefully lay down beside her, and gently held her petite, soft, tearful body in his arms.
He rested his chin on the top of her head and sighed softly:
"Silly baby... go to sleep. As long as your husband is here, the sky won't fall."
The night was dark, covering the Governor's Mansion, which had just experienced an emotional storm.
But in this bedroom, there is only the warmth of cuddling each other and the tranquility of surviving a disaster.
The reforms regarding theater and the iron laws of artistic ethics will sweep across the entire Yanmao in a more thunderous and perfect way when the sun rises tomorrow.
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