"You should rest well. The environment here is not good. Go back with the maid tonight and take good care of your injuries. You can come to my mansion to play another day."
Seeing that she was about to leave, He Yue moved her lips, but hesitated to speak.
The Eighth Prince's wife smiled and tucked her blanket in. As she leaned forward slightly, a pleasant fragrance wafted into her nose. No matter how polite she was, she couldn't hide the gentleness in her actions.
He Yue's eyes welled up with tears in her daze. She blinked, tilted her head slightly, and gazed at her bright and beautiful smile. Suddenly, she reached out and grasped the hand that was about to pull away.
The Eighth Prince's wife was slightly surprised, looked up at her, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
He Yue pursed her lips, the moisture in her eyes gradually turning into a determined light, and the strength in her hand increased rather than decreased.
Under the puzzled gaze of the Eighth Prince's wife, Heyue looked intently at her and spoke softly but firmly: "Eighth Prince's wife, I have something to say to you."
Meeting her clear, captivating eyes, the Eighth Princess Consort was slightly taken aback. After a pause, she turned around and ordered her maid to leave, then sat down on the brocade stool by the bed.
He Yue also ordered Hailan and Yuying to leave.
Yan Yue looked at the Eighth Prince's wife, then at He Yue, her eyes full of doubt, unwilling to leave.
Heyue looked at her sixth sister and smiled ingratiatingly: "Sixth sister, Mother doesn't know about this yet. Tell her to be alright and not to worry her."
Yan Yue pouted unhappily, quite dissatisfied with He Yue's decision to send her to speak alone with the Eighth Prince's wife. However, she couldn't say anything in front of the Eighth Prince's wife, so she could only turn around and leave.
The room was quiet. Through the half-open carved window frame, a warm and pleasant breeze of early spring blew in. The leaves rustled softly in my ears, and my tense heart seemed to relax a lot in the warmth and the sound of the leaves.
After thinking about it for a long time, He Yue finally understood and decided she was no longer willing to pretend to be confused.
Since she had a question, she decided to ask it.
Once this opportunity is gone, it's gone forever. Who knows how many more chances there will be to have a heart-to-heart talk alone?
She didn't have the patience to wait any longer.
Such a solemn and gentle demeanor was something the Eighth Prince's wife had never seen before. Confusion deepened in her eyes, yet she still smiled and quietly watched her.
He Yue didn't understand what was going on behind that smile, but today she was going to break through that smile and composure.
She wanted to ask her what she really wanted!
He sat up straight, leaning towards her, his calm eyes gleaming with a compelling light as he stared at her intently: "Why did you do this, Eighth Princess Consort? Heyue wants to know."
"What are you saying?" The Eighth Prince's wife was slightly taken aback, her brows furrowing as if she were even more worried.
He Yue chuckled lightly: "Why is Eighth Prince Consort pretending to be stupid? Why are you going to such lengths to bring me and Twelfth Prince together? Did you arrange what happened today? The chance encounter with Twelfth Prince and the subsequent fall from the horse were all intentionally designed by you, with the aim of getting me and Twelfth Prince more deeply involved."
Her gaze was calm, her voice unhurried yet clear, each word carrying a questioning tone.
"What reason would I have to do this?" The Eighth Prince's wife shook her head and laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world: "Do you have some misunderstanding about me?"
Heyue lowered her eyes and chuckled softly: "I also hope that I am overthinking things, but some things are just like that, which makes people suspicious. In fact, the person I least want to suspect is the Eighth Prince's wife, but in the end I still can't deceive myself."
"Sister, what are you denying? I never believed that my sister would harm me, but today I almost died under the hooves of a horse. If it weren't for Twelfth Master's timely rescue, I might not be here now. Maybe you calculated it well, believing that Twelfth Master would save me, or maybe you believed that someone would appear to stop the horse. In any case, I will be fine because my sister would never hurt me."
Heyue looked at her, tears welling up in her eyes: "But why doesn't my sister recognize me? Don't say you've mistaken me for someone else. I know it's you because the person I know best in this world is my sister. I will never forget the scent of my sister. Although her personality has changed, there are still similarities. The way you look at me is so similar to my sister's. Only my sister would look at me with such cherished eyes."
The Eighth Prince's wife had calm eyes and a relaxed demeanor, with a faint smile always on her lips. She watched her quietly without saying a word, as if she were listening to a story that had nothing to do with her.
He Yue couldn't see any wavering in her, and unsure of her emotions, she couldn't help but feel increasingly nervous.
The little hand under the covers tightened, and she suddenly leaned over to hug her, resting her chin on her shoulder, her voice slightly choked: "Sister, please don't disown me. I am Heyue. From the very beginning, I was looking for you, but after finally finding you, you don't recognize me. Do you know how heartbroken I am? I thought that by quietly staying by your side and seeing you all the time, one day you would recognize me. But I don't want to be just someone dispensable to you. If you have any concerns, you can tell me, and we can solve them together, okay? Just please don't disown me like this anymore."
"You're overthinking it." The Eighth Prince's wife brushed her arm aside, gently pushed her away, and stood up. "I don't understand what you're saying. You should rest well."
After saying that, he turned to leave, his expression slightly cold.
Heyue couldn't believe she could be so cold-hearted and refused to admit it no matter what. Seeing her turn around and leave without hesitation, Heyue ignored her foot injury, threw off the covers and got out of bed, falling to the ground barefoot in pain: "Sister, don't go!"
Her voice was broken, choked with sobs, and pleading. She forced herself to stand up and walked toward her, who had suddenly stopped. She was drenched in cold sweat and hugged her arm from behind.
"Sister, please don't disown me. If you're not my sister, why do you care about me? Why have you helped me time and time again? I don't care what your reasons are, please don't disown me."
"I didn't care about you, you're wrong." The voice came coldly. She forcefully pushed her hand away and walked out without looking back.
Heyue suddenly lost her balance and fell to the ground. Watching her resolute yet disheveled back, she didn't chase after her. She just sat on the ground and didn't move for a long time.
She didn't know how long she had been sitting there. The cold touch of the ground seeped into her body, her feet ached and went numb, and she remained motionless as if she had lost her soul.
When Hailan and Yuying returned and saw her sitting on the ground, they were shocked and quickly helped her up and back onto the bed.
"Gege, what's wrong with you? Why are you sitting on the ground?" One of the two people covered her with a blanket, while the other touched her forehead.
The weather in early spring is still a bit chilly, making it easy to get sick.
Seeing that she was unharmed, Yu Ying breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed her shoulder, and asked anxiously, "Princess, what did the Eighth Princess do? Why are you sitting on the ground?"
"You were perfectly fine just now, how come you've become like this as soon as Eighth Prince's wife left?" Hailan said indignantly.
The two maids originally had a good impression of the Eighth Prince's wife, but now that they saw their princess sitting on the ground, they naturally began to suspect her.
"I'm fine..." He Yue said softly, not wanting them to worry or see her in such a disheveled state. She didn't know what to do next.
She didn't want to say anything, she just wanted to get a good night's sleep, and everything would be alright when she woke up.
At this moment, the Thirteenth Prince stepped in: "What's wrong with you?"
He stepped forward, puzzled, staring at her distraught appearance.
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