Chapter 239 Assassinated
Prince Consort Cao trembled all over.
It feels like my body is being bitten by millions of ants.
It also felt like someone was strangling my throat and I couldn't breathe.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he felt weak all over and collapsed on the ground.
His pupils dilated and he looked at Princess Yuqing with horror.
He grabbed her skirt tightly, "Jiayue..."
"Jiayue...Jiayue is innocent..."
"Princess, please let her go."
Princess Yuqing drew the guard's sword and cut off the corner of his clothes.
She coldly looked at the person begging for mercy on the ground, and continued what she had just left unfinished, "Don't worry, I'm not as heartless as you are. I wouldn't even attack a three-year-old child. You're lucky that you don't have to experience the pain of losing a child."
"But I will not let go of anyone who caused the separation between me and my daughter. Your mother, Madam Cao, should perhaps experience the pain of losing a child herself to understand how much pain I am feeling right now."
Prince Consort Cao raised his head and looked at the woman who was sad and angry.
He felt that this anger would burn everything, burn everything he cared about. He snatched the sword from her hand as if possessed by a ghost, and stabbed it into her chest with his backhand.
"Princess...if someone must pay for your daughter's life, then let me do it..."
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The next morning.
The weather is clear and sunny.
A white banner was hung in Cao's mansion.
On the way to pick up their daughter, Prince Consort Cao and Princess Yuqing encountered an assassin, and Prince Consort Cao was unfortunately assassinated.
The princess and the little princess were both injured and returned to the princess's mansion to recuperate.
He didn't come until the day of mourning.
Mrs. Cao cried so hard at the sight of her beloved son that she almost fainted.
She sat in the mourning hall, "Son, my only son! How could you bear to leave me alone and die like this? How could you bear to leave that poor child Jiayue behind..."
Princess Yuqing stood before her and said calmly, "Mother-in-law, please accept my condolences. Your Highness is worried about you when he sees you so grief-stricken."
Madam Cao looked up at her. "It's you. You're the one who sent Jiayue to Jiangzhou. Otherwise, why would Chong'er go to pick her up, and why would he encounter the assassins? It's all because of you. Those assassins must have been targeting you. You've been so arrogant and domineering, and you've offended many people. It must be your enemies who came seeking revenge, and that's why Chong'er was implicated."
"It's all you who harmed Chong'er..."
Princess Yuqing pinched herself, tears welling up in her eyes. She supported Madam Cao and whispered in her ear, "Mother-in-law, Cao Chong is my consort. I am the eldest princess of Daliang, so it is only natural for him to protect me. His death was well deserved."
"You...you...how can you say such a thing?" Mrs. Cao stared at her with wide eyes.
Princess Yuqing looked aggrieved, tears streaming down her face like beads from a broken string. She wiped them away and said, "Mother, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I didn't protect my husband well..."
"Your Highness, please accept my condolences. Don't let your tears ruin your health."
"Your Highness, how can it be your fault? It's just that the Prince Consort is unlucky..."
"Your Highness, I mourn..."
A group of ladies from noble families who came to pay their respects surrounded the eldest princess, offering comfort and wiping her tears with handkerchiefs.
Mrs. Cao was almost squeezed out of the mourning hall.
Mrs. Cao was so angry that she fell backwards.
Are these opportunistic women here to pay their respects or to curry favor with Princess Yuqing?
Princess Yuqing pushed through the crowd, walked up to her, hugged her, and cried in her ear.
"Mother's Day, I'm so sad. You still have Yuqing and Jiayue. Don't be too sad..."
"Jiayue... How is Jiayue?" Mrs. Cao wanted to break free from her, but she couldn't move.
"Is Jiayue seriously injured? I want to see her?"
Jiayue!
Her granddaughter, her only granddaughter.
My son's only bloodline.
Princess Yuqing whispered softly in her ear, "Mother, Jiayue is fine... How is she? Are you sad and heartbroken that your son has died?"
"We share the same suffering. I also lost a child, right after giving birth. I was useless and failed to protect her..."
Princess Yuqing cried bitterly.
She cried so sadly that the ladies who were comforting her were moved and couldn't help but wipe their tears with her.
Mrs. Cao's whole body was stiff.
She looked at Princess Yuqing who was lying on her shoulder with a look of horror.
A bolt of lightning struck my head.
What did she just say?
Sympathy?
Losing a child...
She...she knew?
The pain of losing a child!!
The pain of losing a child!!
Didn’t the son die in an assassination?
It was Princess Yuqing... It was her revenge, she was the one who killed Chong'er.
"It's you, you vicious woman, who killed my son. I want you to pay for my son's life..." Madam Cao grabbed Princess Yuqing's neck like a madman.
"Crazy! Madam Cao is furious, someone come quickly..."
The mourning hall suddenly became chaotic.
The ladies hurriedly held Madam Cao down, looked at Princess Yuqing, and asked her what to do.
"Send her back to the house and take good care of her. Don't let her come out again, or she might hurt anyone."
Princess Yuqing was breathing heavily and covering her neck.
With a smile in his eyes, he looked at Mrs. Cao.
As soon as Mrs. Cao left the yard, she was gagged and taken back to the house.
"Sister..." King Jing heard the commotion inside and rushed in. He took her sister away from the crowd and scolded her, "Sister, you're taking too much risk. If someone finds out, those imperial censors will definitely report you to death."
"It has nothing to do with me. The prince consort committed suicide." Princess Yuqing touched her neck and it felt hot.
"The old woman was quite strong. She almost strangled me to death!"
King Jing looked at his sister with eyes full of heartache, took out the ointment from his arms and asked the maid to apply it on her.
"Sister, has Nanny Yan confessed? Does she know where she sent the child? Is he... still alive?"
Princess Yuqing took a deep breath.
He said firmly: "That old woman will confess. Her relatives are now in my hands..."
My daughter must still be alive.
She is the eldest princess of Daliang. That person... has dedicated half of his life to Daliang, toiling day and night for Daliang, and worrying about it all the time.
She couldn't believe their daughter would leave so easily.
My daughter must still be alive.
"A-choo..."
“A-choo… A-choo…”
Jiang Miaomiao, who was about to eat, sneezed several times in a row.
Lu Qingyao nervously put a small woolen cape on her and said sternly, "It's still cold in spring. You can't take off your clothes casually. You'll get sick."
"I understand, mother."
Jiang Miaomiao smiled sweetly and rubbed against her mother like a kitten.
The sun was shining brightly at this moment, in the middle of the day, but she actually didn't feel cold at all.
But there were so many sneezes.
Either someone missed her, or she had rhinitis.
Winter goes and spring comes, and flowers bloom.
The season when all things grow and develop is also the season when old diseases are easily triggered.
But it is also the time when heaven and earth are in harmony and yin and yang meet.
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