Feeling Sorry for Herself!
Feeling Sorry for Herself!
Instantly, it felt as though the frigid grasp of winter had given way to a season where warm spring breezes danced amid blossoming flowers.
Palace Lady Jing released a small sigh of relief. She believed her impulsive decision to urgently seek out the Crown Prince Consort on horseback had proven to be remarkably astute in defusing the tense situation.
As anticipated, only the Crown Prince Consort possessed the capacity to mollify His Highness the Crown Prince, who had been incensed to the point of irrationality.
Crown Prince Mo reached out to embrace his wife, his countenance finally displaying a glint of joy. Upon observing the little one nestled against his chest, he couldn't help but extricate himself slightly and playfully tousle her head. "Little fibber. The night has fallen, yet you persist in deceiving me with promises of swift return."
The diminutive figure gazed skyward briefly before once again seeking refuge in his embrace, nestling affectionately. "I've brought you some delectable treats," she murmured in compensation.
"Let's proceed indoors for our meal…" Qiao Mu's words came to an abrupt halt. Her attention fixed on two figures, once prostrate on the ground and now grievously disfigured. Their lifeless forms indicated they had drawn their last breath.
The extent of their savagery made it nearly impossible to discern their original features beneath the layers of gore.
They were unequivocally deceased.
Moreover, she discerned an intense abhorrence emanating from the Crown Prince directed at these unfortunate individuals.
"Dispose of them by fire," he ordered icily. Without delay, his subordinates hastily removed the lifeless forms from the central threshold of the Viscount's court.
The young crown prince consort blinked, her gaze lifting to meet that of Crown Prince Mo.
Kind-heartedness had never been a trait synonymous with the Crown Prince.
However, she comprehended him. Beneath his outward demeanor resided an apathetic disposition toward people and events, seldom provoked by the ordinary. Yet, when provoked, his wrath knew no bounds. He allowed no respite before ruthlessly extinguishing the threat.
The quilted little fellow was tugged into the chamber by Crown Prince Mo, who promptly shut the door with a resounding thud.
He gathered her petite form into a protective ball, enfolding her within his embrace.
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao discerned an unusual air surrounding him, sensing his ill-humor. Hastily, she reassured him with comforting pats on his back. "What's the matter?"
"Qiaoqiao, your Hubby narrowly escaped the advances of a brazen woman!"
"What?" A wave of agitation surged through Qiao Mu's being, causing every hair to stand on end. Swiftly, she gazed up at him, demanding an explanation. "Who? Are you referring to those two women from earlier?"
Mo Lian nodded, offering a brief account of the events in an exasperated tone.
As it turned out, the Crown Prince had risen from his slumber with the intention of tending to his ablutions and changing attire, given the advancing hour. The plan was to accompany Qiaoqiao to the palace for the evening's banquet.
Yet, as fate would have it, just as they were concluding their baths, two maidservants named Juxian and Meixian surreptitiously infiltrated the inner court's antechamber, clad in scanty attire. Their aim was to slip through the window and approach the Crown Prince.
Ultimately, one of the servants, Juxian, was exposed by a concealed guard as she endeavored to clamber through the window, her leg barely over the sill.
With a swift motion, the hidden guard materialized from his concealment, swiftly hoisting the chiffon-clad servant and unceremoniously tossing her into the courtyard.
Simultaneously, the Crown Prince, now swathed in his robe, hastened to open the door, only to confront the audacious pair.
Such a surge of fury coursed through him, causing his very hair to stand on end.
/It had been an eternity since someone had dared provoke him in such a manner!/
The notion that those two audacious women might have infiltrated her chambers, planting insidious seeds of discord in her ears, could not be dismissed…
A shiver involuntarily ran down Mo Lian's spine.
/Would the little one, with her peculiar disposition, regard him poorly for his actions?/
The mere contemplation of such a possibility left him sympathizing with himself!
Crown Prince Mo embraced his wife tightly and hastened to explain, "The concealed guards promptly disposed of them before they could breach the interior!"