Chapter 513 The Prince escorts the Queen Mother back to the capital
The maidservant, as if granted amnesty, endured the intense nausea, bent down, and stretched out her hand to help...
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
A series of louder, more rapid, and more uncontrollable sounds, accompanied by a stronger stench, erupted again from under Qian Wan'er.
Her body convulsed violently, and new filth gushed out uncontrollably, soaking her already messy dress.
"Ugh!" The maidservant could no longer hold it in. Her stomach was churning. She suddenly covered her mouth and staggered to a pillar nearby. She held onto the pillar and began to retch violently.
"Ah!!!" Qian Wan'er, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, completely collapsed and let out a shrill and desperate scream, as if she wanted to vomit out her soul.
"Bitch! It's all your fault! It's you, this stupid, pig-like slave, who's put me in this predicament!" She pointed at the vomiting maid, her eyes filled with hatred. "You still dare to despise me?! Fine! Very fine! When I get home, I'll have my aunt sell you to the most despicable brothel! You'll be trampled upon by thousands of men and oppressed by tens of thousands! You'll never be able to turn over a new leaf!"
This vicious curse pierced the maid's spine like an icicle. She suddenly stopped vomiting, her face instantly turning pale as paper, as if all the life had been drained away.
The huge fear overwhelmed all the discomfort. She rolled and crawled to Qian Wan'er's feet, and her forehead banged hard on the cold and hard floor tiles with a dull sound. Tears and snot were all over her face: "Miss! Miss, please spare me! Please! I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Please don't sell me to that kind of place! I will be your slave! Please, Miss! Spare me..." The miserable cry echoed in the empty and messy side hall, and it was particularly harsh.
The last churning in Qian Wan'er's body finally subsided, leaving behind extreme emptiness and a biting coldness.
She looked at the kowtowed maidservant at her feet, her eyes devoid of pity, only the twisted pleasure of venting her anger and a cold venom. "You tactless bastard!" she gasped, her voice hoarse and cold. "Help me up! Go back!"
"...Yes." The maid cried in a trembling voice, stretching out her hands covered with cold sweat and dust. She used all her strength to half drag and half hold the exhausted Qian Wan'er out of the filth.
The master and servant, one with a deathly pale face and covered in tatters, and the other with tears streaming down her face and still in shock, staggered and fled in a very embarrassed manner in the dead silence and the lingering stench from this nightmare place that had completely destroyed her dignity.
While the side hall of the Qian Mansion was filled with an indescribable smell, the scene on the Bi Bo Lake outside the city was completely different.
Lan took Qian Duoduo to go boating on the lake late at night.
At the gate of the Qian Mansion, Qian Zhengwang smiled widely and respectfully sent Lan Xiyue to the carriage.
The carriage rumbled away from Qian's house. The carriage was warm as spring, isolating itself from the cold outside.
Lan Xiyue leaned lazily on the soft pillow.
Chu Xia leaned closer, her face showing an undisguised gloating. She lowered her voice and laughed, "Princess, that Second Miss of the Qian family is truly a 'dazzler'! This servant has never seen a lady from a noble family be so... so 'impressive' in her life. Tsk tsk, not only are she farting so loudly, but she's also... ouch, she's so damned stinky! Did she have a stomachache?"
Lan Xiyue's slender fingers casually brushed the delicate embroidery on her cuffs. The corners of her lips curled up in a knowing smile, and her tone was a bit playful and lazy: "She didn't just have an upset stomach."
She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "It's obvious she's been poisoned by a strong laxative. Granted, it's a bit inferior to the 'super strong' version I specially prepared, but... it's enough to give her a hard time."
Chuchun's eyes widened as she listened, and she whispered, "Laxative? After all, she's the second daughter of the Qian family, even if she's a concubine's daughter. But who would dare to give such a drug to a young lady in the mansion? How dare they!"
Lan Xiyue chuckled softly, her smile light and innocent. "What's so strange about this? Most likely, he failed to hunt the geese and ended up getting pecked in the eye by them. He just lifted a rock and hit himself in the foot."
She remembered Qian Duoduo's whisper when he quietly pulled her sleeve, which was filled with fear and a little relief. How Qian Wan'er "sincerely" brought the lotus seed soup to "apologize", how she diligently urged her to eat, and how she tasted it first to dispel her doubts, and even used a spoon... Lan Xiyue sneered in her heart. Those little tricks were like child's play in front of her, an expert in poison.
Chuchun and Chuxia looked at each other and suddenly realized: "Ah! So that's it!"
Chu Xia curled her lips and snorted unceremoniously, "Serves you right! You're so evil and want to hurt others, but you end up hurting yourself. God has eyes!"
Chuchun also nodded repeatedly, the last trace of sympathy on her face disappearing completely: "That's right! People like this don't deserve pity at all!"
Lan Xiyue's gaze drifted to the passing streets outside the car window, but her thoughts drifted far away. Mo Liyuan... where was he now? How would the Queen Mother... view him? How would she view herself? It was all because of that damned broken system, forcing her to take that bastard Emperor's life!
That bastard emperor had secretly and inadvertently murdered Mo Liyuanming; he deserved death! But... the Queen Mother... Lan Xiyue sighed silently, a complex haze flashing across her eyes.
After all, he was the Queen Mother's own flesh and blood. How could she not feel resentment and hatred for sending him off?
"Princess?" Chuchun's gentle voice brought her back from her chaotic thoughts. "What are you thinking about? We've arrived at the palace."
Lan Xiyue suddenly came to her senses and found that the carriage had stopped steadily in front of the majestic vermilion lacquer gate of the Regent's Palace.
She collected her thoughts, nodded slightly, and got off the carriage.
As soon as they landed, An Yi whispered, "Princess, I just received a pigeon message from Tian Yi." He handed over a small scroll of paper. "Your Highness is escorting the Empress Dowager back to the capital. However, the snow is deep and the roads are slippery. To prevent the Empress Dowager from being shaken, the journey is quite slow. It is estimated to take another three days to arrive in the capital."
"The Queen Mother... is back?" Lan Xiyue took the note, her fingertips felt slightly cold, and the haze that had just been suppressed in her heart quietly spread again.
"Yes." An Yi bowed his head and said, "The Empress Dowager's health has been relapsing since she was in Huguo Temple. The prince is worried about the hardship in the temple and the inconvenience of medical treatment, so he decided to bring the Empress Dowager back to the capital for careful care."
Lan Xiyue said "hmm" lightly. In the cold winter, it would be more conducive to bringing him back to the capital for recuperation. She understood the reason.
But... thinking about facing the empress dowager who had just lost her eldest son, Lan Xiyue felt an indescribable fatigue and a slight headache.
She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead almost imperceptibly.
That’s all! She thought to herself, with Mo Liyuan here, she could always manage.
The Queen Mother was his biological mother, and he...was the one who ended her eldest son's life with his own hands.
What else can I do? Can I still compete with the Queen Mother? If I can't afford to provoke her, I can always avoid her.
Thinking of this, the annoyance in my heart seemed to be relieved a little.
She said no more, walked straight past the solemn guards, and walked towards the main courtyard with steady steps.
Returning to the warm and familiar bedroom, the lingering worries in my heart can only be relieved by the fragrance of medicine.
She washed her hands and walked to the large rosewood table by the window, on which were already prepared various processed medicinal herbs and exquisite bottles and jars.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair wrists, and began to sort the herbs with a focused expression, grinding, weighing, and blending...her movements were smooth and flowing.
Seeing this, Chuchun and Chuxia knew that the princess needed to calm down, so they tacitly retreated to the warm couch a little further away, took out their needlework baskets, and quietly began to do their needlework.
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