The Eighth Prince's wife locked herself in her bedroom all day, forbidding anyone from entering. Everyone guessed that the Eighth Prince's mansion would have no chance of recovery this time, and they searched for a way to survive in fear and insecurity every day.
That day, the Eighth Prince's wife had another sleepless night, leaning wearily against the bedside, listless and depressed. She heard a commotion outside. It was her personal maid's scolding voice. The Eighth Prince's wife lazily turned her head away, not wanting to pay attention. A moment later, her personal maid entered, her eyes red from crying.
The Eighth Prince's wife glanced at her and said sternly, "Why are you crying? Don't you think I'm annoying enough?"
The personal maid pursed her lips and said with a hint of resentment, "Madam, I've brought you your lunch. Today I made your favorite pork rib soup. Please have some!"
The Eighth Prince's wife shook her head expressionlessly and said coldly, "I'm not hungry! You can leave!"
Seeing that the Eighth Princess Consort was in a state of wanting to die, her personal maid pleaded anxiously, "Princess Consort, you can't keep not eating like this. I'm worried that your body can't take it."
The Eighth Prince's wife's eyes were dull and lifeless. She laughed foolishly, "What difference is there between me and being dead? I'll only be ridiculed. It would be better to be dead!"
Upon hearing this, the personal maid knelt at the Eighth Prince's wife's feet, heartbroken and distressed, and said, "Prince's wife, do you know what I just saw outside? Those servants think our Prince's mansion is beyond saving, so they've started trying to steal things to protect themselves. Prince's wife, you are the mistress of the mansion, can you really bear to watch our Eighth Prince's mansion perish like this?"
The Eighth Prince's wife had a throbbing headache. She barely opened her eyes and looked down at the maid who was sobbing and whose eyes were swollen like peaches. Her heart ached as she thought, "What can I do? The Emperor is determined to take the Eighth Prince's life, and even the late Emperor..." The Eighth Prince's wife sobbed and could not speak, only weeping.
The personal maidservant rushed forward and grabbed the Eighth Prince's wife, pleading, "Princess, I know you're reluctant to leave the Prince's Mansion, and even more reluctant to leave the Eighth Prince. But have you ever considered how heartbroken he would be if, by some chance, the Eighth Prince were to emerge, he were met with a completely transformed Prince's Mansion..."
The Eighth Prince's wife was slightly stunned. The image of the Eighth Prince appeared before her eyes, and she felt extremely unwilling.
"I don't want this! I can't let the Eighth Prince's Mansion just disappear like this!" the Eighth Prince's wife murmured to herself. Seeing her renewed will to live, her personal maidservant quickly stopped crying and smiled excitedly, saying, "Princess, as long as you don't give up, we still have a chance. The Emperor hasn't executed the Prince yet, which means there's still hope for him!"
The Eighth Prince's wife's eyes were filled with doubt and fear, but a voice inside her kept urging her not to give up. After thinking for a long time, she suddenly remembered that the Eighth Prince had a concubine—Chen Shi.
Chen was originally Lanqin's cousin and had even given birth to a daughter for the Eighth Prince. Although the Eighth Prince's wife had always looked down on Lanqin and Chen, Chen was now their only lifeline. Lanqin was the only one who could speak to the Emperor, and Chen was the only one who could contact Lanqin at the moment.
Having made up her mind, the Eighth Prince's wife said to her personal maid, "Where is Chen Shi?"
Seeing the Eighth Princess's urgency, her personal maidservant hurriedly replied, "She...she's in the other courtyard...What does Your Highness want with her?"
Because of her status as the Eighth Prince's wife, Madam Chen held an extremely low position in the Prince's mansion. Furthermore, she had only given birth to a daughter, which made her even less favored by the Eighth Prince. Therefore, the maids couldn't imagine how Madam Chen could be of any help at this time.
Hearing that Madam Chen was still in the other courtyard, the Eighth Prince's wife exclaimed with delight, "Go...go find her! No!Go invite her here..."
The personal maid was startled, then quickly got up and ran out. The Eighth Prince's wife sat in the room, her heart pounding. She looked at the pork rib soup that had just been brought to the table, picked it up, and frantically shoveled it into her mouth.
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