Chapter 19 The Heroine is Demoted
Shen Yanzhi's gaze fell on her face, then turned to Song Qingyuan, who was lying in Zisu's arms, even breathing weakly.
How can a patient who can't even sit up "humiliate" a strong and healthy concubine?
"Why is she here?" Shen Yanzhi ignored Wen Yue's explanation and turned to ask the servant beside him.
A courageous maid quickly knelt down and replied, "Your Highness, Madam Wen said...she said she was ordered by the princess to come and take the young master to the main courtyard for education."
Shen Yanzhi's eyebrows twisted into the shape of a "川" character.
At this moment, Shen Jingyu, who had been hugging the pillar and crying, saw his father. He seemed to have found his backbone, and he rushed over with his short legs and hugged Shen Yanzhi's thighs.
"Father! Father! That evil woman! She won't let me see my mother! She wants to take me away!"
The child's voice was filled with tears, and every word accused Wen Yue of her actions.
The child's words were the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Shen Yanzhi's patience was completely exhausted.
"Someone come here." He didn't even bother to look at Wen Yue again.
"Your Highness, please spare me! Your Highness! I was truly following the Princess' orders! The Princess said Sister Song was seriously ill and she was afraid... afraid that if she died, it would ruin the young master's future!"
In a panic, Wen Yue dragged the princess into the water with his words.
She thought that bringing up the princess would at least make the prince cautious.
Unexpectedly, when Shen Yanzhi heard this, his eyes became even colder.
What he hated most were the clever tricks of the women in the harem.
"Shut her mouth." Shen Yanzhi ordered coldly, "Ms. Wen has behaved badly, committed treason, and used vicious words. From today on, she will be demoted to a lowly concubine, moved out of Lanyue Pavilion, and confined to the firewood room in the backyard. Without my order, she is not allowed to take a single step out!"
Humble concubine?
That's worse than the lowest slave!
Wen Yue was struck by lightning and was completely stunned.
She couldn't believe her ears. From being a beloved concubine, she became a lowly concubine who was even worse than a slave overnight?
"No! Your Majesty! You can't do this to me! Ah——"
The guards received the order and immediately stepped forward. They each held up Wen Yue on each side, stuffed a rag into her mouth, and dragged her out without mercy.
She struggled violently, making a "woohoo" sound in her throat, and stared at Song Qingyuan with a pair of resentful eyes, as if she wanted to eat her alive.
It was not until the figure was dragged out of Hibiscus Garden that the yard finally returned to silence.
Song Qingyuan held on to his last breath and watched Wen Yue being dragged away. The pain in his lungs seemed to ease a little.
The effect of the detoxification pill was still running rampant in her body.
It felt like all the bones in her body were being taken apart and reassembled, and the pain was so severe that she felt dizzy.
I can't hold on any longer.
After Shen Yanzhi dealt with Wen Yue, he turned his attention completely to the woman on the ground.
He squatted down, and his tall figure completely covered Song Qingyuan.
He picked up Shen Jingyu, who was crying breathlessly, and patted his back gently. Then, his deep eyes fell on Song Qingyuan.
Shen Yanzhi handed the child in his arms to the wet nurse and let them go.
"When did you wake up?"
As he said this, he picked up Song Qingyuan, who was sitting on the ground, and walked into the inner room.
Half an hour ago, Qi Ming handed the examination results to Shen Yanzhi.
It is true that Song Qingyuan was sick, and the blood in the handkerchief was indeed human blood.
The poisoning of Song Qingyuan had something to do with the princess.
"Song Qingyuan has been wronged."
Qi Ming lowered his head and did not tell the prince about the difficult matter he had just discovered.
The inner room was filled with a strong smell of medicine, so bitter that it was hard to breathe.
Shen Yanzhi's movements were very steady, and when he placed her on the soft bed, he hardly caused any turbulence. But even so, the pain that surged through her body still made Song Qingyuan groan, and fine cold sweat instantly seeped out of her forehead.
"When did you wake up?" he asked again, no emotion in his voice.
Song Qingyuan's eyelashes trembled, and she struggled to open her eyes a crack, revealing the man's well-defined jaw. She opened her mouth, her throat dry as if rubbed by sandpaper, and the sound she made was soft and hoarse.
"Yu'er..." She took a breath before she finished speaking, "I heard Yu'er crying..."
Before she finished her words, a tear uncontrollably slipped from the corner of her eye and quickly disappeared into the hair on her temples.
That's not fake.
That was the fear after surviving a disaster. When she thought that she almost would never see her son again, her heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain made her suffocate.
Shen Yanzhi looked at the tear with deep eyes.
He leaned over and tucked the quilt for her, his fingertips accidentally brushing her cold cheek.
Song Qingyuan's body stiffened for a moment.
She quietly studied the man before her. There was a faint dark blue tint under his eyes, and his dark brocade robe was stained with the chill of the night. He exuded an indescribable weariness.
It seems that she is not the only one having a hard time in this mansion recently.
Zi Su took advantage of her moment of lucidity to tell her everything that had happened outside. Wen Yue was the princess's sword, but this sword almost took her and Yu'er's lives.
"Your Highness," she spoke again, her voice carrying just the right amount of weakness and concern, "Are you tired too? I've exhausted you because of my affairs."
She didn't mention her own grievances, but instead started to care about him first.
Shen Yanzhi paused and looked down at her.
In the candlelight, her face was pale without a trace of blood, her lips were chapped, but her eyes were wet, like a frightened deer, looking at him cautiously.
What a beautiful and stupid woman.
This thought flashed through his mind. The little dirty stuff in the backyard was already upsetting him, not to mention Qi Ming had uncovered something even more thorny. There was no need to tell her about this.
"Nothing." He replied indifferently, his tone distant, "Take care of yourself and don't let Yu'er worry anymore."
After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave.
Song Qingyuan lowered his eyes and sneered inwardly. As expected, he was still like this.
But just when she thought he was going to leave without looking back as usual, the man suddenly stopped.
He turned around, and his tall figure enveloped her again.
Song Qingyuan's heart tightened, not knowing what he was going to do.
Shen Yanzhi just looked at her silently, his eyes complicated. He thought of his son who had just thrown himself on his lap, crying heartbreakingly, and he remembered Qi Ming's words, "Song Qingyuan... has been wronged."
He suddenly leaned down.
A warm touch gently fell on Song Qingyuan's forehead.
With his unique, refreshing scent of ambergris.
Song Qingyuan froze.
The touch disappeared instantly, so quickly that it seemed like an illusion.
When she came to her senses, Shen Yanzhi had already turned around and walked out with big strides, his back showing no trace of nostalgia, as if the action just now was just her illusion.
Silence returned to the inner room.
Song Qingyuan slowly raised his hand and gently touched his forehead with his fingertips.
There seemed to be a trace of his warmth still remaining on it.
She was stunned for a while, and suddenly a very faint, cold arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Shen Yanzhi, what are you acting out?
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