Mo Mei immediately took out a piece of paper with writing on it and a blank one. Hai Tang brought over a table, and Mo Mei placed the pen and papers on it.
Du Sihui picked up the written paper with suspicion and read its contents. It claimed that Du Sihui and a guard from the Mansion of Marquis Guangping were madly in love and, because their relationship was unacceptable to the world, they had decided to elope. It asked The Old Lady of Marquis Guangping and Duke Pingxi and his wife for their blessings. Of course, the entire letter was written as if it came from Du Sihui herself.
"I won’t write it!" Du Sihui screamed hysterically, her pale complexion flushing a deep red from shame and anger.
Yang Mengchen spoke evenly, "Princess Chen gives you two options. First, copy it obediently, and Princess Chen will spare your life. Second, Princess Chen will send you to meet the King of Hell this instant and hand over the evidence of your schemes against Prince Consort Min and the plot to harm the Eldest Princess to the Emperor, exposing you publicly. By then, Duke Pingxi Mansion will be entirely decimated. Alternatively, even if you refuse to write, Princess Chen can have someone forge your handwriting, and no one would be able to distinguish between real and fake. Consider well where you stand."
Du Sihui’s face turned ashen. She understood that Princess Chen was deeply favored by both Prince Chen and the Emperor. Even if they knew that Princess Chen had killed her, not only would they not blame Princess Chen, they might even help cover up the truth. Thus, her heart filled with despair and fear. If only she had known that Princess Chen was so protective, she would never have laid a finger on the Eldest Princess. Now, she was filled with late regret.
After weighing the pros and cons, Du Sihui, swallowed her humiliation, picked up the pen, and began to copy obediently.
Mo Mei took the copy and read it carefully, then nodded at Yang Mengchen. She then gathered the pen and both letters.
"It’s getting late. Hai Tang, escort her out of the city," Yang Mengchen stood up.
Hai Tang respectfully acknowledged the order.
"Wait!" Du Sihui widened her eyes at Yang Mengchen. "I’ve told you everything and written the letter as you wished. Why are you sending me out of the city? Where am I to go? You promised to spare my life. How can you go back on your word?"
Yang Mengchen arched an eyebrow and said indifferently, "Princess Chen always keeps her word. Since I said I’d spare you, I will not kill you. As for sending you out of the city, naturally, it’s to fulfill your wish."
"What do you mean?" Du Sihui looked at Yang Mengchen with a mix of hope and surprise.
Could it be that Princess Chen had agreed to let her be Prince Consort Min’s concubine?
If that was indeed the case, it would be wonderful. With Princess Chen’s word, she believed that neither Prince Consort Min nor the Eldest Princess would object. She could endure being a concubine for the time being. Given the bond she shared with Prince Consort Min since childhood, and her own abilities and stratagems, she would one day replace the Eldest Princess and rightfully become the wife of Marquis Xinwu.
Seeing through Du Sihui’s thoughts, Yang Mengchen slowly rotated the jade bracelet on her wrist, her dark eyes as unfathomable as abysses, a trace of cold mockery spreading across her lips.
"You seem to have quite a fondness for being a concubine. Princess Chen will grant you your wish and send you to the Border Army Camp. There, you can be a lifetime concubine to different men every day!"
"What?" Du Sihui was stunned. After realizing what was happening, she screamed in terror, "Princess Chen, you can’t..."
"Why can’t Princess Chen do this?" Yang Mengchen’s voice was icy with scorn. "Princess Chen promised to spare you, and are you not alive and well from head to toe? You said you wanted to be a concubine, and Princess Chen has fulfilled that for you. What is there to be dissatisfied about? Or perhaps you’d prefer to be a concubine in the Hall of the King of Hell?"
Seeing the mockery and intense killing intent in Yang Mengchen’s eyes, Du Sihui realized that Princess Chen wasn’t joking. If she dared to resist, Princess Chen would genuinely kill her on the spot, terror stripping her soul away, her face losing its last vestige of color.
Thinking of how all her meticulous calculations had led to such an end, Du Sihui’s heart overflowed with boundless regret and despair. Tears fell nonstop, like broken pearls, and the woeful, helpless appearance seemed as if a peach blossom had bloomed for the first time only to be ravaged by the cold winds, especially pitiful and touching.
Unfortunately, for Yang Mengchen and her companions, they detested women who feigned innocence and acted pitiful while being cruel and vicious. They paid no attention to Du Sihui’s pretense.
With a flick to the back of Du Sihui’s neck, she instantly closed her eyes and fell unconscious. Hai Tang, untied the ropes, not showing the slightest pity as she lifted and carried her out. She called a Hidden Guard, gave a few instructions, and the guard disappeared with Du Sihui into thin air.
"In a couple of days, deliver the letters to Duke Pingxi and his wife," Yang Mengchen looked at Mo Mei.
Mo Mei respectfully acknowledged.
The carriage moved slowly towards the Prince Mansion. Yang Mengchen leaned against the plain-colored soft pillow, her eyes half-closed, a trace of dissatisfaction on her brow.
The late Marquis Guangping, wary of the Royal family’s suspicions, had carefully selected and, in the end, married the already-ruined prime daughter of the Duke of Pingxi, Madam Du, as the Princely Heir’s wife, now the main wife of the current Marquis Guangping.
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