Chapter 495 Lan Xiyue doesn’t even take me seriously, so how can she give me face?
Nalan Mei almost rushed out of the palace gate, and with the help of her maid, she boarded her carriage, feeling cold.
The heavy curtains fell, blocking out the outside world's view, and seemingly also blocking out her last bit of patience. She leaned back against the cushions, her face still grim and terrifying, her chest heaving violently.
"Go to the east city villa!" She ordered almost gritting her teeth, her voice icy cold.
The shaft rolled and the carriage headed towards the east of the city.
Inside the carriage, Nalan Mei's fingernails dug deep into her palms as she clenched her hands, but she didn't feel any pain at all.
The housekeeper's words, those glaring mahogany boxes, and Lan Xiyue's self-righteous and arrogant look echoed in her mind over and over again. The raging jealousy and humiliation almost swallowed her up.
"Why..." she muttered to herself, her voice trembling with suppressed anger. "The Prince Regent is my uncle! I share his blood! But even if I want to pay my respects at the palace, I have to report and wait, and have to see his expression... Why can Lan Xiyue, a woman of shady reputation who relied on seductive tactics to rise to power, receive such unconditional favor from my uncle? Even her uncouth brother had to use the palace's treasury to propose marriage!"
"I've tried my best and used every possible means, but I couldn't even get a gentle look from my uncle... And why does she, Lan Xiyue, get all this? Why?!" Nalan Mei slammed her fist on the cushion beside her, her eyes filled with unwillingness, resentment and crazy jealousy. The dark thoughts that had been suppressed for so long spread unscrupulously in the closed carriage.
The carriage sped away, carrying a heart full of resentment that had nowhere to vent, heading deep into the east of the city.
The carriage stopped in front of the vermilion lacquered gate of the east city villa, and the curtain was roughly lifted. Nalan Mei had a stern face and jumped off the carriage without waiting for the maid to help her, and she stepped into the villa.
The courtyard was deep, and several maids and servants who had been sweeping were startled by the sudden intrusion and were at a loss for words. They hurriedly knelt down, their voices trembling with a barely perceptible tremor, "Greetings, Princess."
Nalan Mei's eyes swept across their lowered heads like ice knives, and her voice was so cold and hard that it could scrape off a layer of skin: "Where is this princess's mother?"
Before he finished speaking, the yard fell into dead silence. The servants wanted to bury their heads in the ground and dared not make a sound.
At this moment, an ambiguous sound, mixed with the woman's lazy laughter and the man's deliberately lowered soft words, clearly escaped from the gaps between the tightly closed doors and windows of the main room, and penetrated into Nalan Mei's ears.
A surge of hot blood mixed with shame and rage suddenly rushed to her head!
What kind of mother... What kind of mother would be like her, who, while her own daughter was being coldly ostracized by the family, only cared about having fun with her male favorites in this other courtyard?!
The more Nalan Mei thought about it, the more hateful she became. She could no longer suppress the pent-up anger in her chest.
A cold light flashed in her eyes, and she rushed forward in a few steps, without even notifying anyone. She lifted her foot wearing exquisite embroidered shoes, and with a heart full of resentment, she kicked open the heavy carved wooden door with a loud "bang"!
"How dare you! Who..." The warm fragrance in the room was blown away by the strong wind. Princess Wenshu, who was leaning on the soft couch, was about to get angry, but the moment she saw who was coming, the anger froze on her face.
Nalan Mei's face was as gloomy as water, with cold fire burning in her eyes, and she walked in step by step.
A trace of embarrassment and displeasure at being disturbed flashed across Princess Wenshu's face, and then she calmly pushed away the two young male favorites who were leaning against her. She slowly adjusted her slightly open gorgeous clothes, reluctantly sat up straight, and her voice was deliberately lazy: "Oh, Mei'er is here? Why didn't you let me know in advance?" Her eyes moved, as if the absurdity just now was just an ordinary nap.
The two handsome male favorites beside her, dressed in light gauze, finally woke up from their dreams. They hurriedly got off the bed and bowed to Nalan Mei with charming gestures and sweet voices that were cloying: "Your servants pay their respects to the princess."
Looking at her mother's dissolute appearance, and then at the two male favorites in front of her who were flirting with each other, even with a hint of fearlessness in their eyes, Nalan Mei felt a wave of nausea rising up in her throat. The grievances and resentment that had been pent up for a long time suddenly burst out. She pointed at the door and shouted, "Get out! Get out!"
Princess Wenshu's face darkened, her well-maintained fingers clenching the silk handkerchief in her hand. Her voice was filled with displeasure, "Mei'er! If you're angry, take it out on the servants in your Nalan Mansion. Why are you showing off here in front of me?"
"Prestigious?" Nalan Mei, as if she had heard a huge joke, curled her lips into a sneer of extreme sarcasm, but her eyes were filled with desolation. "Mother! How dare you say that to me? In the Nalan Mansion, my grandmother, my aunt, etc., all of them have been ostracizing me, either openly or covertly? Father... Father is always obsessed with finding some miracle doctor! In this huge mansion, has anyone ever truly cared about me? What about you? You are my biological mother! But all you do all day is indulge in these lowly creatures! You... Are you still worthy of being my biological parents?!"
"How dare you!" Princess Wenshu slammed the small table beside the couch, causing the teacups to clink. "You are a princess. Who in the Nalan Mansion is so ruthless as to bully you? Tell me, and I'll take care of it for you!"
Looking at her mother's cowardly appearance, Nalan Mei felt extremely tired, as if all the strength in her body had been drained.
She suppressed the rage in her heart and wearily glanced at the two male favorites who were still standing there, as if watching a play. Her voice was low and suppressed: "Mother, I didn't come here today to quarrel with you."
Princess Wenshu raised her eyebrows suspiciously upon hearing this, examining her daughter's unusually subdued expression. After a moment, she waved her nail-painted hand and said to the two male favorites, "Forget it, you can leave first."
"Yes, Princess." The two male favorites bowed slowly, their voices drawn out, their eyes vaguely sweeping across Nalan Mei's ashen face, and then they twisted their waists, retreated charmingly, and gently closed the door.
The door closed, and Princess Wenshu looked at her only daughter, a trace of deliberate gentleness returning to her face, as if the conflict had never occurred. "Alright, Mei'er, now that we're all alone, tell me what brought you here today?"
Nalan Mei clenched the silk handkerchief tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if she wanted to crush the brocade into pieces.
She took a deep breath and told him everything that had just happened in the Regent's Palace. Every word sounded like ice chips squeezed out from between her teeth.
Princess Wenshu listened, her brows gradually furrowed, her carefully drawn eyebrows revealing a hint of sternness. "Lan Xiyue? How dare she be so disrespectful to you, a princess?"
Nalan Mei's heart felt like it was being pricked by countless needles, bitter and painful. She forced a smile that was uglier than crying, her voice filled with self-mockery and powerlessness: "Face? Ha... Lan Xiyue doesn't even take me seriously, so how can she give me face?"
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