Biqing was pushed aside and lost his balance. He slipped and fell to the ground. Looking at the scissors stuck in the snow, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
She was stunned for a moment, then she reacted and shouted to the guards around her: "What are you still standing there for? Stop her! Don't let her hurt the princess!"
The guards came to their senses and quickly surrounded the Duchess of England, grabbing her arm and dragging her back, not caring about the difference in status at this moment.
Lan Shuang coldly shook off the Duke of Yingguo's wife's wrist and looked down at her almost insane face. "Send her back to the Duke of Yingguo's mansion and ask him to keep a close eye on her. I think she's a little crazy. Don't let her out if there's nothing wrong. Hurting me is a small matter, but if she hurts the Emperor or Empress, nine lives won't be enough to compensate."
"You're crazy! Mmmmm--"
Seeing that she was about to say something rude again, the guard quickly covered her mouth and dragged her out.
The Duke of England hurried over and just happened to hear Lan Shuang's words, "Princess, what you said is very true."
He shouted, and the servants he brought with him dispersed the crowd. The Duke of England strode over with a sullen face. He glanced at his wife, who was sitting on the ground with disheveled hair and red eyes, and frowned in disdain, "What a disgrace."
The Duke of England's wife hadn't expected him to say that. Her eyes widened in anger, and she struggled to argue. Unexpectedly, the Duke of England only glanced at her and then looked away. He waved his hand to the servants behind him and said, "Come here, send the lady back to the mansion. From now on, her yard is sealed off. She is not allowed to walk around freely until she recovers."
This is equivalent to life house arrest.
The Duke of England's wife looked at him in disbelief, but the Duke of England bowed to Lan Shuang and said, "It is my failure to discipline my wife that has led her to commit such a serious mistake. But please, Princess, forgive her this time, considering her age and unconsciousness."
Lan Shuang looked at him coldly. There was a reason why this man could sit firmly on the throne of Duke. He was rational enough and was good at weighing the pros and cons. At this time, he also knew what to say in the most advantageous way and never mentioned that he was his biological father.
Lan Shuang nodded gently. "Being unconscious is a disease and needs to be treated properly. Duke, please pay more attention. Since no one was really hurt, forget it. I don't want to pursue it. But she is not welcome in the Ming Palace. She is not allowed to set foot in the future."
"Yes, I understand. Don't worry, Princess."
"Go ahead."
Lan Shuang waved his hand, the Duke of England bowed and retreated, and his expression changed as he turned around.
He looked at his carriage sinisterly and went up to it with anger.
Bi Qing got up from the ground, pulled out the scissors, and reached out to touch the blade. "Hiss, so sharp! Is she really crazy? She actually used this to assassinate the princess? After all, it was her own flesh and blood. How could she be so cruel?"
Lan Shuang withdrew her gaze, turned around and walked back into the mansion, her voice drifting on the wind: "Being a parent doesn't mean you can fulfill your parental responsibilities, nor does the absence of blood ties mean that feelings will fade. The emotions between people are subtle and unreasonable."
“Some people feel like old friends at first sight, while others feel like new even after they’ve grown old. Who knows?”
Lan Shuang smiled lightly, indifferent and sarcastic.
888 asked worriedly, "Host, are you okay? I detected that your moods are fluctuating a lot, and you seem very depressed right now."
Lan Shuang cheered up: "It's okay, it's not me who's upset, it's the original owner's breath. When the Duke of England stabbed me with the scissors, I was affected by the original owner. At that moment, my heart ached terribly, as if someone had thrown it to the ground and stepped on it repeatedly. But the feeling soon disappeared. I think the original owner must have been completely heartbroken."
"In my previous life, the original owner also begged so desperately, but the door of the Duke of Ying's mansion was always closed. If the door was opened..."
It started snowing again at some point. Lan Shuang paused and raised her head. A piece of snow fell into her right eye, melting instantly and turning into a drop of water, flowing down the corner of her eye.
888 added to her words: "If the door were open, I guess the Duchess of England would be just as indifferent, right?"
Lan Shuang twitched her lips: "Yeah."
She slowly exhaled, and the suffocating feeling dissipated.
"Lan Shuang."
Someone called her. Lan Shuang turned around and saw Ming Wang walking slowly from the other side of the yard, holding an oil-paper umbrella with a red plum blossom painted on it. He finally stopped in front of her.
He smiled and reached out to gently brush the snow off Lan Shuang's hair. "She's here to make trouble? Are you giving up this time?"
Lan Shuang raised her eyebrows: "Why do I feel like you're gloating?"
The Ming King smiled and said, "How could that be?"
Lan Shuang looked at his uncontrollable smile without saying anything.
Ming Wang withdrew his hand and touched his nose: "Well, a little bit."
Lan Shuang: “???”
Seeing her puzzled look, Ming Wang handed her the umbrella, then took her other hand and walked forward, saying, "I'm not happy that she hurt you. I just think that after seeing her like this, you should be able to completely give up. Your relatives are not your relatives, but this place will always be your home. They may betray you, but I won't. Therefore, you can only be mine. You have me, and only me."
Ming Wang chuckled. "This may sound a bit paranoid and overbearing, but it really is what I think, and it makes me happy. I don't want your emotions to be affected by other insignificant people, okay?"
Lan Shuang walked in silence for a while. When she went up the stairs, she stopped on the upper step first, then turned around and let go of the umbrella in her hand.
King Ming was stunned and was about to reach out to take it when Lan Shuang suddenly held his face with both hands and leaned over to kiss him.
At the moment their lips touched, Lan Shuang whispered, "You can be a little more domineering. I can still bear it."
Ming Wang's eyes suddenly darkened, like a wolf whose wildness was aroused. He stared at Lan Shuang dimly, then suddenly raised his hand and hugged her around the waist.
"You said it, there's no point in crying and regretting it."
Lan Shuang put her arms around his neck, watching the snow falling in the garden and the red plum blossoms blooming. Her heart gradually calmed down. "No regrets. I don't regret what I've done."
"Even if I'm wrong, it doesn't matter."
…
Outside the house the snow falls like blowing catkins, the cold wind blows by, inside the house the emotions rise like the tide, the spring breeze blows on the face.
Lan Yuning, who was in the prison, could only huddle in the corner, screaming as the rats scurried around.
The jailer guarding her became impatient, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.
The concubine who was imprisoned in a cell next to him, who usually fought with each other till they were bloodied, could actually hold her head and cry here.
"I want to see the emperor, let me see the emperor!"
Prince Rong was still crying out for justice when the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard walked in, chuckled sinisterly, and knocked on the iron bars of the prison door with the hilt of his sword. "Shut up! Stop yelling! 'Father'? You're a commoner now. You're not worthy of saying those words anymore."
"You! A tiger in trouble is bullied by a dog. You, a mere Jinyiwei commander, actually dare to laugh at me?"
Lan Yuning listened to Prince Rong's roar through a wall and pulled her dry and chapped lips.
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