Chapter 73
At that moment, another familiar yet unfamiliar male voice rang out, carrying a faint smile.
"Tsk, I got it. You're the only one who dares to order me around."
The girl explained patiently, "I'll make you peach blossom cake."
The man chuckled, "Alright, if it's made for me, then I'll naturally do the work myself."
The noble ladies: "..."
Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!
Were they hallucinating?
Or have we encountered a maze of ghosts?
Otherwise, how could we possibly hear His Majesty speaking in such a gentle voice?
In their memories, His Majesty's voice was icy cold, devoid of any human emotion. Though pleasant to the ear, it carried a chilling ferocity that made people instinctively fearful and shrink back.
In the hearts of the royal family, nobles, and officials, Emperor Chengyuan was a cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless tyrant!
Even when he's smiling, his expression is full of bloodthirstiness and ferocity.
Unlike now.
So tender and gentle?
Ahhhh, there's a ghost!
It's definitely a ghost!
The noble ladies huddled together, trembling, and all wanted to turn around and run wildly down the mountain.
Princess Qinghe was also completely bewildered, and almost slapped herself to escape from the nightmare.
She found it even harder to believe that her cruel brother could have such a gentle side.
Just as the group was terrified and about to run away, a beautiful couple emerged from the peach blossom grove.
The man wore a black robe embroidered with auspicious clouds and dragons. He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a tall and elegant figure, and was handsome and noble.
The young girl wore a pink and white satin jacket with gold trim and floral patterns, paired with a white skirt embroidered with plum blossoms. Her black hair was tied up and adorned with butterfly beads and tassels that swayed gently as she walked. She was quiet, elegant, and charming.
The atmosphere between the two was harmonious. The man's eyes were full of smiles, revealing an indescribable doting affection, while the girl's eyes sparkled with undisguised longing.
If they didn't know these two people, they would definitely think they were a newlywed couple deeply in love.
Look at the ambiguous atmosphere surrounding them; even the pink flower field can only serve as a backdrop.
However, Princess Qinghe and the group of noble ladies were filled with nothing but horror at this moment.
Where did this mountain spirit come from, transforming into the appearance of the emperor and the wife of the heir of the Marquis of Xuanwu?
Wen Xin was also terrified by the sudden appearance of the group of people.
She frantically hid behind the man, her face slightly pale.
Emperor Chengyuan pulled her into his arms and patted her back reassuringly, "It's alright."
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Princess Qinghe was having an existential crisis and could barely speak. Then, when the emperor's cold gaze swept over her, she jolted awake and quickly hissed.
The others instinctively knelt down, wanting to shout "Long live the Emperor!"
But under the emperor's terrifying pressure, no one dared to speak; they all knelt on the ground, trembling.
Emperor Chengyuan asked Princess Qinghe, "Who sent you here?"
"I...I...I..."
"Can't you speak anymore?"
The emperor seemed to be saying, "If you can't speak, then you don't need a tongue."
Princess Qinghe was so frightened that she cried, but she didn't have the courage to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Emperor Chengyuan didn't even glance at her. He lowered his head and said gently to the girl trembling in his arms, "I'll take you back first."
Wen Xin nodded slightly, without looking at Princess Qinghe and the others, seemingly flustered and unsure of what to do.
She was a married woman, and now the wife of the heir of the Marquis of Xuanwu, who was facing a great calamity. As a result, she was not only not imprisoned in the Marquis's mansion, but also living a carefree life with a "great eunuch" in a magnificent estate.
What an absurd thing this is!
Now, she has been caught in the act by noble ladies of the capital. The frail woman was struck dumb and didn't know what to do.
She was worried that she might implicate him.
With her mind in a mess, Wen Xin was mechanically carried by the man into the manor.
"etc."
Princess Qinghe, having somehow mustered the courage to speak up, actually dared to do so.
Those noble ladies wished they could just shove her face into the ground and shut her up!
Is she complaining that His Majesty is too happy not to kill them?
You brain-dead idiot!
However, Princess Qinghe's love for Guan Hao was truly profound; for him, she was even able to temporarily overcome her fear of Emperor Chengyuan.
She was also indignant. Shangguan Hao had only been in trouble for a short time, yet Wen Xin had actually stooped so low as to seduce the emperor and indulge in frivolous pleasures. She was utterly heartless!
It was a waste of the position of legal wife that Shangguan Hao had given her.
Lustful, dissolute, base, and lacking self-respect!
Princess Qinghe was furious and resentful, and she couldn't accept that a woman like Wen Xin would become her sister-in-law.
Does she deserve it?
"Wen Xin, do you know what happened at the Xuanwu Marquis's residence? Shangguan Hao might be dead. Aren't you worried about him at all?"
"They say even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness, are you just going to watch her die?"
"As his wife, shouldn't you kneel before the emperor and beg His Majesty to spare her?"
"But now, do you still have any sense of shame...?"
As Princess Qinghe spoke, Wen Xin trembled even more violently, her eyelashes glistening with tears, a sight that tugged at the heartstrings.
"Do you really want to die?"
Emperor Chengyuan's eyes were like cold blades, filled with murderous intent, as if he felt that even tearing Princess Qinghe to pieces was not enough.
She couldn't help but tremble and backed away in fear.
Princess Qinghe knew that Emperor Chengyuan truly wanted to kill her; the bond between siblings meant nothing to her.
Cut off her head just like you did on the Crown Prince!
As the emperor flew into a rage, a group of eunuchs appeared silently, their faces ashen, their dark eyes filled with indifference and murderous intent. The surrounding temperature plummeted, as if ghostly soldiers were passing by, and terror permeated everyone's hearts.
As long as Emperor Chengyuan gives the order, Princess Qinghe and those noble ladies will remain in this peach blossom forest, their corpses becoming fertilizer for the peach blossoms.
Princess Qinghe collapsed to the ground, and the others were not much better off; those who were more timid had already fainted.
Wen Xin subconsciously tugged at Emperor Cheng Yuan's sleeve, her tear-filled eyes looking at him pitifully, her red lips slightly parted, as if she wanted him not to get angry or kill anyone.
Emperor Cheng Yuan gently stroked her snow-white cheek with his long fingers, wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes, and coaxed her softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, nothing will happen, no one can hurt you."
Wen Xin shook her head sadly. She didn't want this beautiful peach blossom grove to be stained with blood; it wasn't worth it.
Emperor Chengyuan sighed softly, helped her walk towards the main courtyard, and ignored Princess Qinghe and her group.
The two figures, hand in hand, were hidden among the beautifully blooming peach trees.
Who would believe that a ruthless and cruel king would bow down and show tenderness to a woman, compromising for her without hesitation?
But why Wen Xin?
Why would His Majesty reject so many pure and virtuous women in the palace and only want a married woman?
What did the emperor actually taste like?
The noble ladies were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment, but for now, they were more worried about their own lives!
Mo Zhi suddenly appeared before Princess Qinghe, his refined and handsome face still smiling, but his eyes were filled with coldness. "Princess, will you leave on your own, or shall I escort you away?"
Princess Qinghe looked at Mo Zhi, one of Emperor Chengyuan's two most trusted henchmen, with suspicion and disbelief. She was filled with resentment and curses. How dare a rootless lackey disrespect her!
But she didn't dare to scold Mo Zhi. Others might give her, the emperor's sister, face, but the Eastern Depot and Western Depot, two organizations directly under the emperor, wouldn't take her seriously.
Even if Mo Zhizhen killed her, Emperor Chengyuan would just wave his hand and not care at all. He would not punish his right-hand man for the sake of his own sister.
How pathetic she was as the eldest princess.
If her elder brother, the Crown Prince, were to ascend the throne, she would never live such a humiliating life!
Why didn't Yuwen Yu die on the border back then?
Mo Zhi seemed to understand her thoughts. He straightened up and looked down at her, the refined mask on his face disappearing, leaving only a cold, murderous intent like that of a demon.
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