A woman adorns herself for the one she loves. Looking at herself in the mirror, only Yan Yuemei knew for whom she had become alluring this time.
She scoffed, "He just got a beauty; he has no interest in looking at me."
“But Your Highness is the Prince’s principal wife,” Xiangzhu replied. “No matter how much the Prince favors those other women, whether they are concubines or favored maids, they can never surpass Your Highness.”
"Go down." Yan Yuemei suddenly felt annoyed. "I will rest by myself tonight, you don't need to serve me."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Xiangzhu dared not say anything more and bowed as she withdrew.
After hearing the door close, Yan Yuemei swept all the jewelry, rouge, and other items from the dressing table onto the floor. Still not satisfied, she smashed everything else she could in the room before bursting into laughter.
The fragrant bamboo and the beautiful paulownia trees outside the door had moved further away. Now was not the time to rush forward rashly, lest we cause collateral damage.
"I thought that Her Majesty would be more at ease this time, with the comfort of the Minister's wife during her visit to her parents' home. It seems... sigh!"
"Given Her Highness's temperament, that person in the brothel might be in trouble tomorrow."
"yes."
"The Prince has arrived—" A shout suddenly came from outside the courtyard.
Then came the sound of steady, powerful footsteps as they entered Hanzhang Garden.
Qitong and Xiangzhu were both startled and knelt on the ground.
"This servant greets Your Highness."
"This servant greets Your Highness."
Fu Lu strode past them without telling them to get up, heading straight for Yan Yuemei's room.
Yan Yuemei also heard the shouts outside. Looking at the mess on the ground, and her disheveled hair and clothes from her outburst, she showed no intention of cleaning up. Instead, her eyes flashed with hatred as she stared intently at the doorway.
Fu Lu pushed open the door and entered, dressed in a noble and elegant black robe with python patterns. His calm and indifferent gaze swept over the mess before landing on Yan Yuemei. "Serve me in bed."
Yan Yuemei's pupils suddenly contracted, and her whole body trembled. "What did you say?"
Fu Lu stepped over the once valuable jade and porcelain shards, approaching her step by step, finally looking down at her deathly pale face, "May I ask?"
Yan Yuemei felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet... She suddenly took a big step back and shouted in a sharp voice, "Don't touch me—!"
Fu Lu took another half step closer to her and whispered, "If you refuse me this time, you will never receive any favor from me again for the rest of your life."
Yan Yuemei trembled all over. "Who wants your charity? I don't need your favor. I don't need it anymore."
“Heh!” Fu Lu chuckled, his expression meaningful. “As you wish.”
He turned and left.
As Yan Yuemei watched his retreating figure, for some reason, her heart suddenly felt empty...
Xiangzhu and Qitong entered the room together.
Looking at the broken and scattered pieces on the ground, his face turned pale, and he thought to himself: It's over... The prince will never come again!
"Your Highness, are you alright? Watch your step," Qi Tong whispered with concern.
"This servant will pack up right away." Xiangzhu squatted down and began to quickly gather the things.
Yan Yuemei's legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground, a shard of jade bottle embedded in her palm.
A sharp pain struck, my vision blurred, and finally I fainted...
After Fu Lu left Hanzhang Garden, a wisp of spiritual energy landed on his shoulder.
"Isn't what you did a bit too extreme?" That wisp of spiritual energy was none other than Mu Run's spiritual consciousness.
She was just outside the window and saw the whole thing, including Yan Yuemei's final fainting spell.
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