Song Qinghuan was just nosy, and since she was Xiao Wei's princess and her position was there, it was hard to say anything.
Along the way, I just held Xu's hand silently, and the carriage went faster and faster. It felt like an extremely long time to travel from Liuzhu Street to Prince Yu's Mansion.
The concierge of Prince Yu's Mansion opened the threshold and ushered the carriage into the main courtyard of the Prince's Mansion. Several women carried Mrs. Xu into the house. Not long after, the imperial doctor from the imperial hospital also hurried over with a medicine box.
In the courtyard, maids and women came and went, but no one noticed the master and servant Song Qinghuan standing in the corridor.
King Yu Xiaomu was already twenty-seven or seventy-eight years old, and now he didn't even have a child. When he heard that Mrs. Xu had been pregnant again, he was filled with satisfaction and hatred.
The boy who reported the news was unclear. He hurriedly returned from leave from the Ministry of Rites. Before he saw Mrs. Xu, he saw Song Qinghuan standing there with blood on his hands. He just assumed that the matter had something to do with her.
Full of anger, he could no longer hold back. He took a few steps forward and grabbed Song Qinghuan's neck: "If anything happens to Xiu'er, I will die with you, the Prince of Yi."
It wasn't that Xiao Mu couldn't give birth, but that he didn't dare to give birth. In his early years, Mrs. Xu had been pregnant twice, but she couldn't keep her pregnant each time, not for any other reason, but because Xiao Wei had not yet had an heir.
Over the past few years, Mrs. Xu finally got pregnant again, and she was always cautious. She knew it was a huge happy event, but she didn't dare to announce it. She never thought that it would be like this, but she still couldn't keep it.
Song Qinghuan didn't know about the lawsuit here. After all, she was greedy for life and afraid of death.
Her neck was suddenly strangled tightly, and she could not even breathe in or out, which deeply frightened her.
She couldn't hear Texue's shouting, and couldn't say a word. She dug her nails into Xiao Mu's hand, and soon there were a few blood stains on the back of his hand.
Aunt Zhen heard the noise and came out of the house. She was startled by the situation and hurried forward: "My lord, what are you doing? Let go. Our princess can save her life thanks to Princess Yi."
Xiao Mu was also extremely angry, his eyes were red, and he could not hear what Aunt Zhen said, but he only added a little more strength to his hands.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you can't do it, you can't do it..." Aunt Zhen stepped forward to stop the fight.
But in the final analysis, she and Taxue were just two women. No matter how strong they were, they could not compare to Xiao Mu. Instead, they angered him and pushed him to the ground.
For a while, the courtyard was in chaos again.
Song Qinghuan was confused and became more and more afraid that Xiao Mu's hands would be careless and he would really strangle himself to death.
At that moment, my heart suddenly changed. I stopped scratching randomly with my hands and touched the acupuncture point on Xiao Mu's wrist and pressed it hard.
Sure enough, a wailing sound was heard, and the strength on the neck relaxed.
Song Qinghuan held her neck and backed away, looked at Xiao Mu, and then at Aunt Zhen who got up from the ground. Without saying anything, she asked Texue to support her, turned around and left.
The master and servant were still frightened until they got into the carriage.
Texue's eyes were red. Looking at the injuries on Song Qinghuan's neck, he couldn't help crying: "Your Highness, King Yu, this is too terrible."
Song Qinghuan had a severe headache in his throat and his voice was hoarse. He bit his lip and said cautiously: "Don't let anyone else know about this."
Xiao Mu has always been gentle and courteous, and although he is timid in doing things, there is no one in the capital who would not praise him for his generosity.
Such a person is suddenly so angry that he either cannot bear it anymore or is impulsive and brainless.
Song Qinghuan even regretted for a moment that she was so nosy today.
The carriage returned to the palace. Song Qinghuan changed out of her palace clothes and used Xiangzi to cleanse her hands. Before she could sit down and take a breath, Yao Yuechan stepped over.
Without Xiao Wei by her side, Yao Yuechan stopped pretending and sat down on the rose chair. She held the handkerchief and giggled: "I heard that my sister went to Prince Yu's Mansion today?"
Then he asked: "But Princess Yu invited her sister to visit her?"
Song Qinghuan didn't even look at Yao Yuechan. He only took a sip from the tea bowl and said calmly, "What? Where did my noble princess go and meet someone, and I have to report to you as a concubine?"
She changed into a high-collared dress to cover the scars on her neck, but it could not hide her hoarse voice like a broken bellows.
Yao Yuechan was startled by the cry, but then she returned to normal. She lowered her eyes, twisted her handkerchief and said with a half-smile, "That's not necessary, my sister is not interested in inquiring about her whereabouts."
"The prince is currently unwell and is being nursed. It is not convenient for him to come over. That's why he asked his sister to come and give her a message."
Song Qinghuan raised his eyes, but did not make a sound.
"The prince said that he doesn't want to trample the Song family under his feet, but if my sister tries to kill herself, he won't stop her."
Yao Yuechan smiled lightly: "I'm not afraid to tell my sister everything. If our prince has no heirs, then King Yu will not have any heirs."
Song Qinghuan's expression changed, and there was a chill in his eyes: "Did Xiao Wei do what happened to Princess Yu?"
Yao Yuechan curled her lips, neither admitting nor denying, she just said: "As for people, the most important thing is self-knowledge. You have to see clearly how much you have. Don't be so idle that you have to have a hand in everything."
, it is said that the most intelligent will be hurt, so I advise my sister to be kind."
Lifting up her rouge-pink embroidered shoes, with a large bunch of purple grapes embroidered on them, Yao Yuechan's face was filled with pride.
Song Qinghuan's heart was filled with ups and downs. How could she forget Xu's painful and poisonous look? She gritted her teeth with hatred and said, "These people don't want to give us a way to survive."
Although Song Qinghuan could not feel that kind of despair, it was also exaggerated. However, those things that touched people's hearts were only a simple sentence from the mouth of the person who caused it.
Xiao Wei made Song Qinghuan even more disgusted. Even the delicate Yao Yuechan in front of her made her feel disgusted from the bottom of her heart.
"Thank you very much, sister, for reminding me." Song Qinghuan's face was as cold as frost, and she put down the tea bowl and asked Yao Yuechan: "So my sister is self-aware, but I wonder if you know how much you weigh."
The smile on Yao Yuechan's face did not change and she snorted: "Sister, why do you have to pretend to be noble? A woman obeys her father at home and her husband when she gets married. Even if my sister gets the position of princess, she can't get the prince's wife. It's still ridiculous."
"As for my sister, although I have not yet taken the throne, but with the favor of the prince, I will definitely have both children and a long line of heirs in the future. Speaking of which, my sister is not at all disadvantaged."
"Haha..." Song Qinghuan straightened his clothes and changed to a relaxed sitting position, with provocative expressions on his face: "I have been growing up in this life, how can my sister be so sure that I will not be favored by the prince?"
Song Qinghuan has met all kinds of people, but she doesn't believe that Yao Yuechan can pretend to be one thing to others for the rest of her life.
Men, there are so many people who like the new and dislike the old, but who can still look good and be pampered for the rest of his life?
Song Qinghuan didn't envy Yao Yuechan, but he just didn't like her face, and even if he was disgusted, he still had to disgust her.
A sarcastic smile escaped from the corner of his lips: "Some things can be hidden for a while, but they cannot be hidden forever. As long as I think about it, the prince may come back to me at any time. When the time comes, what kind of favor will I have? I will have both children and a long line of heirs."
, but it all became an illusory dream."
The smile on Yao Yuechan's face gradually solidified, a guilty look flashed across her eyes, she opened her mouth, and suddenly raised her voice: "Do you remember?"
Before Song Qinghuan could say anything, she stood up suddenly and looked at her with a stern look: "No, you are trying to frame me..."
The arrogant and domineering momentum dissipated in an instant, and was replaced by fear.
