Chapter 41: Going Crazy and Being Hated
Shen Yanzhi's temples were throbbing.
He looked at Wen Yue, who looked like a mad woman, and felt a sense of absurdity and strong strangeness sweeping over him.
The weak woman who usually spoke with a hint of timidity and would avoid even an ant, now had bloodshot eyes, a distorted face, and her words were filled with undisguised resentment and madness.
It was understandable that she accused the princess. After all, the struggle for favor in the harem was a well-known drama.
But she dragged Song Qingyuan into the water as well, which seemed a bit crazy.
Song Qingyuan's son had just "met with an accident", and everyone in the palace knew that she was heartbroken, staying indoors and looking haggard.
What's more, Wen Yue doesn't look like a victim seeking justice, but rather like someone taking advantage of the situation to catch all the people she doesn't like.
"Your Highness, please make the decision for me!" Wen Yue saw that Shen Yanzhi remained silent, but looked at her with eyes so deep that they made her panic, and she became even more anxious.
She tugged at his sleeve tightly, as if it were the last straw, "It must be them, there is no one else besides them! The princess is jealous, Song Qingyuan... Song Qingyuan hates me, she hates that I can stay with the prince, she hates that I have taken away your favor! Her son is dead, she wants me to die too!"
These words were spoken at the top of his lungs, but the logic was completely confusing.
The old doctor and the housekeeper beside them hung their heads, not daring to breathe, wishing they could turn into pillars right there and then. To them, even hearing a single word about the prince's family affairs would be a sin.
Shen Yanzhi finally took action.
Instead of trying to comfort her as usual, he used an irresistible force to pry open Wen Yue's fingers one by one. The force was not strong, but it carried a distant, unquestionable determination.
"That's enough."
His voice was not loud, but it was like a basin of ice water, poured over Wen Yue's frenzy.
Wen Yue was stunned. She looked at Shen Yanzhi's cold face, at the undisguised scrutiny and... boredom in his eyes. Bored? How could the prince be bored with her?
"Your Highness?" She asked tentatively, her voice filled with her usual grievance and weakness.
But the power of the inner demon was stirring wildly in the depths of her soul at this moment.
In her eyes, the lines on Shen Yanzhi's face seemed to be slightly distorted, and in those deep eyes, what was reflected was not her reflection, but a blurry, hideous black shadow.
He wasn't looking at her, he was judging her!
"You're tired and need to rest."
Shen Yanzhi's tone was inexpressible. He turned to the housekeeper and ordered, "Send someone to watch over the courtyard. No one is allowed to enter or leave without my order. Also, get some soothing soup and have Madam Wen drink it."
"Yes." The butler bowed and retreated as if he had been pardoned.
To others, these words sounded like care and protection, but to Wen Yue, every word became the most vicious curse.
No one is allowed in or out? This means she's under house arrest!
A tranquilizing decoction? They were using the decoction to silence her, making her unable to tell the truth again!
They were in the same group! Shen Yanzhi had also been bribed by them! He didn't believe her at all, he thought she was crazy, he wanted to lock her up so he could live with those two bitches!
"No! I won't drink!" Wen Yue shrank back suddenly, screaming in fear, "Don't even think about harming me! Shen Yanzhi, you hypocrite! You teamed up with them to harm me! I see through you!"
She screamed and shrank into the corner of the bed using her hands and feet, her eyes filled with hostility and hatred towards the whole world.
She casually grabbed a brocade pillow on the bed and threw it fiercely at Shen Yanzhi.
Shen Yanzhi dodged to the side, his face looking extremely ugly.
If he still had some faith in the "Nightmare Suppression Technique" at the beginning, then at this moment, the balance in his heart has completely tilted.
Would a poor person who has been bewitched look like this?
No, this is not like being possessed by evil spirits. It is more like a pretender who completely tears off the mask under pressure, revealing the truest and ugliest side inside.
The sarcasm, the viciousness, the indiscriminate attacks on everyone cannot be explained by the word "possessed".
He remembered her eyes, as clear as a deer's when they first met.
He remembered her selfless kindness when she protected him from disaster.
He thought of her gentleness, thoughtfulness, and understanding innocence in daily life.
Could it be that it’s all fake?
Once this thought arose, it was like a ignited spark that instantly spread across the prairie.
He began to uncontrollably recall the details of the past. Those moments that once made his heart beat fast were now replayed in his mind, but they were all filtered through a suspicious filter.
Does every time she "accidentally" falls, she happens to fall into his arms?
Doesn’t every “kindness” she shows to help others out just right belittle others and elevate herself?
Did every time she cried "weakly" hit the soft spot in his heart, making him clear all obstacles for her?
Shen Yanzhi's heart grew colder inch by inch.
He felt like a complete fool, being manipulated by a woman with superb acting skills. And he was complacent, thinking that he had found the only pure and true love in the world.
"Your Highness, the tranquilizing soup is here." The maid walked in tremblingly, holding the medicine bowl.
Wen Yue's reaction became even more intense when she saw the black liquid. "Get out! Get out! Poison! You're trying to poison me!"
She jumped out of bed, barefoot, and rushed around the room like a trapped wild animal, sweeping down everything she could see.
The bottles and jars on the dressing table, the brushes, inkstones, and paper on the desk, the curios and ornaments on the antique shelf...
The crackling sound of shattering was endless, and the entire Qingxin Cottage turned into a messy battlefield in the blink of an eye.
The old doctor was so frightened that he hid behind a pillar, and several maids were trembling and huddled together.
Shen Yanzhi stood in the mess, and the wound on his arm, which had just been bandaged, seemed to be aching again.
He looked at Wen Yue, who had disheveled hair, tears streaming down his face, and kept cursing everyone. The last bit of warmth in his heart was shattered along with the broken porcelain pieces.
"Hold her down and give her the medicine." He finally spoke, his voice as cold as ice.
…
On the other side, Song Qingyuan was holding a copy of "Compendium of Materia Medica" and flipping through it casually.
The "live broadcast" service provided by Tianbao has high-definition picture quality, clear sound reception, and 360-degree coverage, which is better than the VIP seats in person.
[Master, master! A fight has broken out! Oh no, it's Wen Yue who's unilaterally destroying the house! Tsk tsk, this fighting power is comparable to ten huskies!]
Tianbao's electronic voice was filled with gloating. [Shen Yanzhi's face turned green! I felt the color of his head quietly changing too!]
Song Qingyuan turned a page and saw a plant called "Heartbreak Grass". He looked at it twice with interest.
"Well, it's a good demolition. I'll ask the butler to send the bill to the princess's courtyard later." She said lightly.
[Ah? Master, what do you want?]
Song Qingyuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Of course.
As the mistress of the palace, Princess, if you show some concern for the insane concubine and pay for her medicine and damages, wouldn't that make me appear magnanimous and repay evil with kindness?
She paused and added, "Remember to ask the housekeeper to make the accounts more detailed, accurate to every piece of broken porcelain and every hairpin.
I want Shen Yanzhi to know how wasteful his beloved 'Little White Lotus' can be when she goes crazy."
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