As the Prince of Jin approached, all the palace servants involuntarily retreated.
--The current Prince of Jin is terrifying.
His deep eyes were filled with raging fury, and the veins on his forehead throbbed, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell, exuding a chilling aura.
Following behind the Prince of Jin was Nanxing, who held a long sword and whose cold, sharp gaze was like a blade.
Xiu'er stumbled in last.
She had been waiting anxiously outside the palace. A cold wind rose, and the sky was overcast. She muttered to herself, "Is it going to rain or snow?"
Then they heard a rapid sound of hooves, and looking in the direction of the sound, they saw Nanxing on horseback.
Xiu'er asked in surprise, "Nanxing, what brings you here? Did the young master send you?"
"No." Nanxing his horse and jumped down, his breathing rapid, a rare look of panic on his face. "Where is Her Majesty?"
"The Empress has entered the palace! The Master has fallen ill..."
"No!" Nanxing cried urgently, "This is a trap! It's Noble Consort Jia!"
Xiu'er's expression changed instantly.
"Someone came to the manor to report that it's a trap set by Noble Consort Jia, to lure the Prince into the palace to rescue the Consort," Nanxing said. "The Prince is not in the manor; I've already sent someone to look for him."
Feeling anxious, she also went to the palace gate.
The two of them couldn't get in either, and could only anxiously wait outside the palace.
Xiu'er asked, "Who delivered the letter?"
"I don't recognize her, but it's most likely true," Nanxing said, her voice lowered. "Perhaps it's Nanny Rong."
Xiu'er did not deny this speculation.
The two waited anxiously for the Prince of Jin.
The Prince of Jin did not keep them waiting long before he arrived at breakneck speed on his precious steed.
He didn't even dismount before entering the palace. Seeing this, Nanxing grabbed Xiu'er and rode after him.
Xiu'er dismounted and vomited for a while before struggling to get in.
"Your Majesty!" Xiu'er cried and rushed over.
Prince of Jin acted even faster than her, throwing his riding whip and longsword to Nanxing Prince of Jin kneeling beside Tang Zhuyun.
He wanted to reach out and hug her, but when his hand touched her shoulder, he pulled it back as if he had been electrocuted.
"A-Yun," his voice trembled, "I... how are you? Can I hold you?"
The child he had been looking forward to for so long, the child whose name he had even secretly thought of, was gone just like that.
The torrential rain lashed my face, blurring my tears.
Tang Zhuyun had no idea what he was thinking, but she could see his guilt, heartache, and anger.
"Yes, I only got five strokes, it didn't hurt that much." She even chuckled and whispered, "But you'd better not touch my butt. Now that I'm Jiaojiao, you can't touch my butt."
Xiu'er cried, "Your Highness, can you please stop being so foolish! Look at you, still thinking about whether the Prince is worried or not!"
She resented the Prince of Jin, deeply resented him.
His mother is absolutely outrageous; she ruined her own grandson!
The Prince of Jin picked Tang Zhuyun up and carried her horizontally.
Tang Zhuyun, who had longed for the princess carry for so long, finally got it.
She has achieved her goal.
Unfortunately, the weather was uncooperative; the huge raindrops stung her face so much that she couldn't even open her eyes.
Damn you, God, you're deliberately making things difficult for me. Is this all you've got?
"Pitter-patter-patter--" The raindrops suddenly turned into hail, pelting down with a loud crackling sound.
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
Prince of Jin carried her, taking a few steps to the corridor, kicked open the door to a room, carried Tang Zhuyun inside, and carefully laid her on the bed.
Xiu'er stepped forward and touched Prince of Jin: "Your Majesty, how are you?"
Tang Zhuyun: "It's nothing."
Does your stomach hurt?
"It hurts a bit, it always hurts when your period starts."
Xiu'er was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes again. "Your Majesty, you still want to keep this a secret!"
Tang Zhuyun: "What?"
"Aren't you pregnant? Are you trying to comfort the prince? You're too busy taking care of yourself right now!"
Tang Zhuyun was both amused and exasperated. "No, I'm not pregnant, I'm really not pregnant. Let me tell you, I didn't suffer any losses just now, I..."
The Prince of Jin said, "Nanxing, go out and ask a palace maid for some clothes."
Nanxing accepted the order and left.
Prince of Jin sat down on the footstool and reached out to tidy Tang Zhuyun's disheveled hair. His movements were very gentle, but his eyes were somewhat unfocused, clearly thinking about something else.
Tang Zhuyun squeezed his hand. "Don't believe Xiu'er, I'm not pregnant. I've always told you all that I'm not pregnant. It really was a miscarriage, it was very painful."
She paused, then continued, "The paddle hurts a little, but it's okay, you came quickly. I guess it's just a little red, maybe..."
She casually bit the Prince of Jin's ear and said, "It doesn't hurt as much as it did back then!"
She felt sorry for the Prince of Jin.
How unlucky must one be to be born into the womb of a woman like that?
What kind of life did the Prince of Jin lead in the past?
Moreover, the most terrifying thing is that he will be unable to separate himself from that madwoman Xiao Wu for the long years to come.
The Prince of Jin forced a smile and touched her forehead, "Silly A-Yun."
This isn't about whether it hurts or not.
This is a slap in his face.
No, this is tearing his heart out!
Nanxing quickly found clean clothes and things she would need for her period.
The Prince of Jin dismissed the two men and then helped Tang Zhuyun change her clothes.
Tang Zhuyun didn't want his help. "I can do it myself."
She's really okay.
The Prince of Jin refused to let her do it. He took off her dirty clothes and examined her wounds—which were indeed just a few cuts, with no broken skin.
But to the Prince of Jin, it was a truly shocking sight.
He said, "A-Yun, you're pregnant."
Tang Zhuyun: "?"
"Lie down." Prince of Jin ripped the wet mattress off and threw it on the ground, then put Tang Zhuyun back on the bed. "Xiu'er, come in and serve your mistress."
Xiu'er entered, glared at Prince of Jin, knelt on the footstool, and cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, would you like some water?"
Tang Zhuyun chuckled, "I'm fine, why are you doing this? I'm not drinking. Has the hail stopped outside?"
The hailstorm has stopped, let's hurry back home.
She didn't want to stay in the palace for even a second longer.
"It's stopped, but the rain is still quite heavy."
Tang Zhuyun: "I heard the sound of horses' hooves. Your Highness must have come on horseback. Don't let the horse get wet..."
That's the Prince of Jin's concubine; she needs to be taken good care of.
Xiu'er was exasperated. "Your Majesty! You still have so many thoughts on this!"
There was a knock on the door, and Nanny Rong's voice rang out.
"Your Highness, the Imperial Concubine requests your presence."
After the Prince of Jin arrived, he took Tang Zhuyun away but did not go to see her. Now, Noble Consort Jia is having an attack and has smashed porcelain all over the floor.
"Even a dog would wag its tail at me! This heartless wretch, I've wasted my life raising him!"
Tang Zhuyun looked at Prince of Jin with concern.
Xiao Wu is ruthless and insane; what if she attacks the Prince of Jin?
Prince of Jin said calmly, "It's nothing. Xiu'er, you serve the Princess. Nanxing, come with me."
Tang Zhuyun grabbed his sleeve. "We can't just sit here and take the beating! If she throws a tantrum, we'll go home early. I have a way to settle things today."
She hasn't even used the letter her father gave her yet!
The Prince of Jin smiled, but apart from his bloodshot eyes, no other emotion could be discerned.
He pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped Tang Zhuyun's face.
Tang Zhuyun was stunned upon smelling the scent. "This wasn't given to you by me..."
Before he could finish speaking, he fainted.