With no one else around, Duanrou no longer tried to hide her emotions. She covered her eyes with one hand, and tears instantly streamed through her fingers, but she didn't speak, only sobbing softly.
This startled Folgochun. She hurriedly grabbed a handkerchief to wipe Duanrou's tears and asked anxiously and angrily, "It really was that bastard? What did he do? Tell me, I'll go and kill him!"
"..." Duan Rou was exasperated by what she said, and glared at her with teary eyes, "You're talking nonsense again, what's with all this talk about dying?"
"Then explain yourself clearly!" Folgochun was frantic. "Where's my riding whip?!"
Duan Rou: "...Why would I need a horsewhip?" She paused, then said helplessly, "Never mind."
Perhaps because she had been holding it in for so long, she also felt the urge to confide: "Zimmerdorzi... he wants to take a concubine."
"What is he thinking? I think he's courting death!" Folgochun suddenly flew into a rage, slamming her hand on the table and shouting, "We're still in the capital! He's living in your princess's residence and still wants to take a concubine? He'd better prepare to die!"
Duan Rou was almost amused. She took Fergu Chun's hand and said gently, "Are you even going to listen to me now?"
"Oh, sister, please tell me." Folgochun sat up again, holding Duanrou's hands, looking at her with great concern.
She had lived with Duanrou and Hehui for seven or eight years and considered them like sisters. Duanrou was a cheerful and intelligent girl, and although Hehui was older, the three of them almost always centered their relationship around Duanrou.
Foerguchun never expected that someone as gentle and kind as her could be bullied.
Duanrou calmed herself down and continued, "Actually, not long after your wedding, I found out you were pregnant..."
Upon hearing this, Folgochun's eyes widened in surprise, but then she frowned, realizing it might be inappropriate: "Sister?"
Duanrou choked back a sob: "Because I'm pregnant, Zimertdorji felt he couldn't have sex with me, so he asked me to arrange for someone to serve him. The maids in my princess's residence are all girls from good families, why should they serve him? I ignored them, and then just a few days ago, he got drunk and insisted on forcing a maid..."
"How dare he do this!" Folgochun slammed his fist on the table in anger. "Where's my riding whip?!"
“Of course I couldn’t allow it, so I had him taken to the servants’ quarters and locked up overnight to sober up. As a result…” Duanrou closed her eyes, “He had a big fight with me and even pushed me. And then… the child was gone.”
Folgochun was startled, stood up and looked at Duanrou, not knowing what to say.
"I was feeling a little better today, and then he brought some vixen from who-knows-where to my bedside, insisting on taking her as a concubine." Duanrou sneered, "He really has the guts of a bear and the heart of a leopard. If I weren't so heartbroken over losing my child and unable to spare the energy to deal with him, would I still let him be so presumptuous!"
Hearing this, Folgochun could no longer contain herself: "That Borjigit Zimeddorji! He dares to act so recklessly even after the princess is being married off! No, sister, I'll take you back to the manor!"
"Alright." Duan Rou's expression also turned serious. She gave a cold laugh. "I should have a good talk with him too."
“Yes, alright, let’s talk.” Folgochun said, already finding her small, soft riding whip. After speaking, she tapped the whip in her palm. “How are you feeling now, sister? I’ll send someone to fetch the imperial physician right away, and he’ll come straight to your residence.”
"Hmm." Duanrou did not refuse her sister's kindness. She stood up, her face still showing weakness, but her expression was not weak at all. "Originally, I thought he was just confused, and I also thought that no man is not lustful. As long as he doesn't make me angry and is obedient, I can't help but tolerate it."
"Endure my ass!" Folgochun couldn't help but swear. "Sister, have you forgotten what Mother said? Father built us a mansion and kept us in the capital, not so we could be bullied! Come on, sister, I'm going to go and see my good brother-in-law!"
The two arrived at Princess Duanrou's residence by carriage. Although Duanrou and the others were Heshuo princesses, the scale of their princess residences was no different from that of Gulun princesses. It was also specially ordered by Yinzhen that Prince Zhuang oversee the construction.
As soon as Folgochun entered, she brandished her riding whip, looking around angrily: "Sister, where is that scoundrel?"
Duanrou took off her cloak, and let the palace maids arrange soft cushions and bring her a hand warmer. She raised her chin slightly and said, "Bring the person up."
Folgochun was so angry that he couldn't sit still, so he paced around Duanrou waiting, even thinking about what position he would use to slap his good brother-in-law. But when the person arrived, Folgochun was stunned for a moment.
There's no other reason than her brother-in-law...
It seems a bit tragic...
His face was swollen with obvious finger marks on both cheeks, and his clothes were torn, as if he had been dragged. There were also some bloodstains among the tattered clothes, and he was walking with a limp...
If he hadn't met him at the princess's residence, Folgochun would have thought he'd been slapped off his horse and dragged along the way.
But to everyone's surprise, this prince consort, though disheveled, was still quite imposing. He immediately roared, "Duanrou, look at yourself! What kind of lady are you? You actually dared to lay a hand on me? You have no manners whatsoever. If outsiders knew you were like this, they would laugh at you!"
Folgol Spring: ? ? ?
She looked at Duanrou with a head full of questions, but Duanrou was not surprised at all, clearly having heard it many times before.
The prince consort then said, "You should apologize to me quickly, and I can forgive you this time! And Lian'er, where did you hide her? Jealousy is a vice for women, you should be more magnanimous. Now that you are unwell, it is only right that Lian'er serves me!"
"What a load of rubbish!" Folgour was furious and couldn't help but swing his whip. Zimertdorji cried out in surprise, unable to dodge in time, and a bloody welt immediately appeared on his swollen cheek.
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