Chapter 18: Snatching the Child
When Furong Garden was closed, the happiest people in the palace were the princess and Wen Yue.
The master and servant sat in the warm room, a pot of fine silver needles was warming on the small stove, and the room was filled with fragrance.
"That bitch is finally down. Now, let's see how arrogant she can be." Wen Yue held the teacup, her tone full of uncontrollable pride.
The princess slowly fiddled with her armor, a cold smile in the corner of her eyes: "Fallen? That's not enough. Those two little bastards she left behind are the real threat."
At this moment, Song Qingyuan's consciousness was immersed in his own space.
This world that belongs to her alone has long been kept in perfect order by her.
The medicinal fields are filled with spiritual energy, and the fruit trees are filled with birdsong and flowers, creating a scene of paradise.
She even brought in spiritual spring water and dug a spacious hot spring pool beside the bamboo forest.
I am soaking in it comfortably, dispelling the fatigue of the past few days.
Just as she was dozing off, a few faint cries suddenly penetrated the barrier of space and pierced her eardrums.
"I don't want to leave..."
"I want my mother, and you are not my mother!"
It’s Xiaoyu!
Song Qingyuan shuddered and sat up straight.
Then, the princess's disgusting voice came in, with a false tone of kindness: "...while she is unconscious, register the child under someone else's name and raise him well in the future. That would be worthy of His Majesty."
Want to give her child to someone else for adoption?
With a bang, the last string in Song Qingyuan's mind broke.
She didn't care about exposing the space, nor did she care about how suspicious Shen Yanzhi would be. She grabbed an antidote pill from the side of the medicine field and swallowed it hard!
The drug was powerful, like boiling water entering her throat, instantly exploding in her stagnant meridians.
The next second, she forcibly broke free from the constraints of space and opened her eyes.
After lying down for too long, all my limbs felt like rusty iron and were completely out of control.
She gritted her teeth and tried her best to roll off the bed, but her legs had already become numb and shrunken.
"Bang!"
He fell straight down, and his forehead hit the cold bluestone ground hard.
Everything in front of my eyes went dark in an instant, and a warm liquid slid down my brow bone.
The severe pain made her sober up a little.
She heard Wen Yue's pretentious voice outside: "Xiaoyu, your mother is seriously ill and needs to rest. Come with your aunt."
"I won't leave! I want my mother!" Shen Jingyu hugged the pillar in front of the door and cried heartbreakingly.
"Give me back my child..."
Song Qingyuan's voice was as hoarse as a broken gong. She wanted to stand up, but she didn't even have the strength to support her body.
I could only support myself with my elbows in humiliation and crawl forward bit by bit.
Every inch she moved felt like a knife was cutting her bones.
She dragged a glaring red trail of blood on the ground.
"Empress!"
Zi Su, who was guarding the door, was the first to notice the movement in the inner room. When he turned around, he was scared to death.
She rushed over, crawling and rolling, and helped up Song Qingyuan, who was cold all over and bleeding on his forehead.
"My Lady, why are you…"
Song Qingyuan leaned on Zisu's shoulder, his legs trembling, his eyes fixed on Wen Yue.
Wen Yue was also stunned by this scene.
Wasn't this bitch unconscious and on the verge of death? How could...
When she saw Song Qingyuan's grimacing appearance, she was shocked at first, and then felt a surge of pleasure.
Even if he wakes up, so what? He's just a useless person.
She was about to sneer when a dark shadow suddenly blew towards her face with the sound of wind.
Bang!
There was a crisp sound, clear and loud.
Wen Yue's face was hit and tilted to the side, and five finger marks appeared on it in an instant.
Song Qingyuan almost used up all his strength to deliver this slap, and he was staggering with the support of Zisu.
She gasped, squeezing out each word from between her teeth:
"If you want children, go have them yourself!"
Each word drained all the air from her lungs.
The power of the detoxification pill was running rampant in her body, turning her internal organs into a mess.
Wen Yue covered her face, filled with anger and hatred. She was about to yell, "Song Qingyuan, you——"
Before he could finish his words, Song Qingyuan suddenly bent down, and a fishy and sweet taste rose in his throat.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood mixed with black threads sprayed directly onto Wen Yue's astonished face.
The warm and sticky touch was accompanied by a strong smell of blood.
After a brief silence, a scream that pierced the eardrums resounded throughout the courtyard.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
"Song Qingyuan! You bitch!"
Chapter 2 Who dares to touch my woman?
Wen Yue's mind was blank, and the only thing left was the sticky and smelly feeling on her face.
She tried to wipe it with her sleeve like a madman, but the bloodstains with black threads seemed to have grown on her skin and could not be wiped clean no matter how hard she tried. Instead, they were all over her face.
The strong smell of blood penetrated into her nostrils, stimulating every fragile nerve in her body.
"Song Qingyuan!"
After the scream, there was overwhelming hatred.
Wen Yue's eyes were red, his rationality completely burned away by anger.
She raised her hand and, with all her strength, slapped Song Qingyuan's paper-pale face hard.
This bitch, not only didn't die, but she also dared to humiliate her like this! Today, she must tear this face off!
"My queen, be careful!"
Zi Su screamed and rushed over without thinking, protecting Song Qingyuan with her thin back.
The expected severe pain did not come.
"stop."
A bone-chilling sound, as if quenched by winter ice and snow, struck the courtyard without any warmth.
The voice was not loud, but it carried an irresistible majesty that froze everyone in their tracks.
Wen Yue's raised arm just hung in the air. She turned around in horror and met a pair of eyes as deep as ink.
Shen Yanzhi had stood at the gate of the courtyard without knowing when. He was wearing a black royal robe with a four-clawed python pattern embroidered with gold thread, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
His face was expressionless, but the air pressure emanating from his body made the air in the entire Hibiscus Garden stagnant.
The guards following behind him all lowered their heads and eyes, not daring to breathe.
Shen Yanzhi's gaze slowly swept across the courtyard.
His son, Shen Jingyu, was clinging to the porch column tightly, his small body twitching with tears, his face covered in traces of tears.
On the ground, a shocking bloodstain stretched from the inner room door to the center of the courtyard.
At the end of the bloodstain was his concubine Song Qingyuan.
Her forehead was cut, and blood was flowing down her brow. She leaned limply against the maid. If it weren't for the slight movement of her chest, she would have looked almost dead.
His always "gentle and virtuous" concubine Wen had a ferocious look on her face, with one hand raised high, as if she was going to hit the dying woman.
There were large patches of blackened blood on her face and body.
The scene was chaotic and embarrassing.
Shen Yanzhi's face darkened, and he walked over slowly, step by step.
Every step seemed to be stepping on Wen Yue's heart.
"Prince...Prince..."
Wen Yue was so frightened that he suddenly pulled back his arm that was hanging in the air, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.
"Your Majesty, please listen to my explanation. It was her, Song Qingyuan..."
"Explain?" Shen Yanzhi finally spoke, his voice unable to discern emotion. "Explain why you disrespected her and intended to harm her?"
"No!" Wen Yue was so anxious that she was about to cry.
She pointed at the blood on her face and spoke incoherently, "It was her! She vomited blood on me! She's crazy! Your Majesty, look, she's using this dirty blood to humiliate me!"
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