When Tang Zhuyun woke up, she found herself back in the Prince's mansion.
She was momentarily dazed, but the pain in her back quickly brought her back to her senses.
What exactly happened?
"Where is the prince?" She sat up abruptly, wincing in pain.
Those few blows from the board had quite a bit of follow-through.
The Prince of Jin overdid the medicine, and then what did he do?
Actually, they had just returned to the Prince's Mansion. Xiu'er hadn't even had time to change her clothes yet. She was standing under the eaves talking to Nanxing when she heard this and hurriedly ran in.
"Xiu'er, where is the Prince?" Tang Zhuyun had already gotten up and slipped out of bed.
Xiu'er raised her sleeve. "Look, the prince has torn my new clothes."
Tang Zhuyun: "... I'll compensate you with two sets of clothes. Let's get down to business, where is the Prince?"
Xiu'er: "This servant doesn't know either. The Prince specifically instructed this servant Nanxing to bring you back..."
She was discussing with Nanxing in the corridor whether or not to tell Tang Zhuyun the truth, but before they could reach a conclusion, Tang Zhuyun woke up.
At this moment, Nanxing entered, his blood-stained clothes startling Tang Zhuyun.
"This..."
"The Prince, along with this servant," Nanxing said, "Taught Noble Consort Jia a lesson."
Xiu'er: Sigh, fine, I told her already. She was so pent up.
Sometimes, having large breasts can affect one's decision-making, which is why Nanxing is more decisive.
Tang Zhuyun was startled. "How did you discipline him?"
"It's just making an example of someone," Nanxing said calmly.
She knew that the Prince of Jin was forcing her to choose sides today.
Actually, it wasn't necessary. Long before, she had already firmly stood on the side of the Princess.
When asked why, she couldn't explain it; she only knew she should do it that way.
Tang Zhuyun breathed a sigh of relief, "It was a real chicken, right... a real chicken? Or something else, right?"
Xiu'er couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, you're just fooling yourself. Is the Prince that kind of person?"
If Your Highness were to do that, would you be worthy of your reputation?
Tang Zhuyun gasped, "Who died?"
You should ask, who is still alive?
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
"Apart from Nanny Rong, everyone else around Noble Consort Jia is dead."
Tang Zhuyun had only one thought in her mind: It's over, there's no way to resolve this peacefully now.
Hearing her say that, Xiu'er muttered softly, "I don't know what's going on, but I think the Prince is deliberately making a scene."
Nanxing said, "His Highness said you had a miscarriage."
Tang Zhuyun felt a little confused and slowly sat down, holding onto the armrests of the chair.
Xiu'er quickly tucked a thick cushion into her chair. "Your Highness, please take it easy. It must hurt a lot..."
"It's alright," Tang Zhuyun said.
According to the usual tropes of time-traveling protagonists, being slapped, beaten, or caught in the rain are all unavoidable clichés.
Not only did she accept it all, but she also escalated the rain into a hailstorm, almost smashing her brains out.
However, she didn't complain, after all, God was merciful and spared her the "ultimate punishment"—kneeling as punishment.
Now she just wants to pray to God that things will go according to plan.
--The male protagonist has an indestructible body, performs seven times in one night, and is immortal... Pshaw, I mean, he'll never die!
Xiu'er recounted the whole story in detail, "... You didn't see it, Nanxing almost threw Zhang Zheng's head at Noble Consort Jia, Noble Consort Jia's pig-faced face was so frightened it was distorted... It was so satisfying!"
After this battle, Xiu'er completely sided with Nanxing.
"It's because the prince was blinded by rage and even wanted to kill Noble Consort Jia."
After a long silence, Nanxing said, "It's all thanks to Xiu'er. She was kicked by the prince..."
Tang Zhuyun: "Xiu'er, come here and let me take a look."
Xiu'er waved her hand, looking regretful. "I'm fine. I regret it now..."
Tang Zhuyun: "... When the prince returns, I'll have him apologize to you."
"I either regret clinging to Your Highness's leg, or I regret clinging to it too soon. Why didn't I wait until Your Highness made a move, and disfigure that old hag, before I clung to Your Highness?"
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
"But to be honest," Xiu'er said, "Your Majesty, Noble Consort Jia is really beautiful. Looking at her face, I think the Emperor's infatuation with her is justified."
Tang Zhuyun: "Stop being silly, come here and take off your clothes so I can show you."
She was very confused, but she kept telling herself to trust the Prince of Jin.
He told her not to act rashly; she needed to stay calm.
They had such a wonderful life as a family of four; Prince of Jin wouldn't let a scumbag like Noble Consort Jia be buried with them.
Xiu'er whispered, "I'm really alright, but I'm still very angry."
Tang Zhuyun checked her over and found that she only had some bruises and abrasions, which were not serious, so she was relieved.
"Then I'll have Song Jingyang beat up the prince later to avenge you."
"He wouldn't dare," Xiu'er grumbled. "If you really want to help me get revenge, then..."
"What?"
"Don't let the prince sleep with you for a month."
Tang Zhuyun was amused by her.
"Just smile and you'll be fine," Xiu'er said. "Even if the sky falls, the Prince will hold it up! This servant doesn't know what the Prince is thinking, but I just feel that the Prince definitely didn't act on impulse."
Why do you say that?
"Your Highness, the Prince entered the palace without anyone with him," Xiu'er said.
"Song Jingyang didn't come along either?" Tang Zhuyun asked in surprise.
She thought that Song Jingyang was lagging behind.
"No," Xiu'er said. "Actually, when I went to hug the Prince later, I thought that if Song Jingyang were there, he would definitely do the same."
Tang Zhuyun seemed to be deep in thought.
Prince of Jin's "solo journey to the meeting"—Nan Nanxing went alone, so it can't be counted. Was it premeditated?
He didn't want to implicate those around him.
After all, no matter how much trouble they cause, the people closest to them will be the first to suffer.
Xiu'er said, "This is what I think. I'm just glad Song Jingyang didn't go."
Tang Zhuyun looked at Nanxing.
She had just forgotten that Nanxing was the most dangerous person besides Prince of Jin, and there was also Xiu'er.
"I'm fine," Nanxing said. "If I'm not mistaken, His Highness will send me to lay low for a while."
Nanxing is highly skilled and daring, used to working alone, so he's quick to run away.
No one bothered to make a big deal out of her minor role.
Tang Zhuyun nodded.
Xiu'er: "The prince is still a ways off! Song Jingyang will probably be back soon, so let him send you away first."
Tang Zhuyun thought to herself, "The Prince of Jin is most likely not coming back today."
This has escalated to the point of nearly killing one's mother; this matter cannot be resolved peacefully.
Stay calm, you must stay calm.
We cannot act rashly, nor can we sit idly by and wait for our doom; we should help as much as we can.
Nanxing reminded her, "Your Majesty, a miscarriage requires a doctor's visit."
Tang Zhuyun: "Oh, right!"
At this point, a miscarriage was inevitable, even if it wasn't one; at least it would provide a reason for the Prince of Prince of Jin's outburst.
Just as she was thinking about how to make her appearance more convincing, a maid came to announce that Tang Mingfan and Tang Baixin had arrived.
Her father and brothers came to clean up her mess again...
Xiu'er exclaimed as if she had found a savior, "This servant will go and greet her right away!"