Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 678 - 678 664 Useless Chess Pieces Final Function (1) _1

Chapter 678: 664, Useless Chess Piece’s Final Function (1) _1 Chapter 678: 664, Useless Chess Piece’s Final Function (1) _1 Yi Kai’s face was gloomy. This damned Keiko Ito is at the end of her rope now.

“Yi Kai, escort the doctor out,” Jian Qing commanded.

Yi Kai nodded and left the room with the doctor.

Jian Qing held Quan Jingwu’s hand where the injection had been given. The pinhole made by the injection was nearly invisible on his long, jade-like hand.

Her fingers gently stroked the injection site, her eyes deepening.

Keiko Ito, for this one shot, I vow to make you pay a hundredfold.

“My dear, I’m okay now. Come and rest with me,” Jingwu said, taking her hand. His voice was hoarse.

“Alright.” Jian Qing slipped under the covers and lay beside him. With one arm, Jingwu drew her close into his embrace.

Perhaps the shot was taking effect, Jingwu fell quickly into a deep sleep. Jian Qing stayed by his side until his temperature began to gradually lower. Only then did she allow herself to rest.

…

Dawn came with a chilly breeze.

The entire palace was shrouded in a tense atmosphere all night long. After Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing left, Ito Takahashi exploded in rage. Everyone in the palace was on edge, fearing his wrath would spill over onto them.

The atmosphere in the main hall was icy. You could hear a pin drop.

A cold scolding words echoed in the hall.

“This is outrageous! That woman, Jian Qing, has no respect for us, the royal family!”

At the high seat, Ito Takahashi stood with his hands on his hips, his face turning blue.

The ministers standing separated on both sides bowed their heads lower, not daring even to breathe loudly.

“Master, since Jian Qing has cut off cooperation with us, it’s evident that she wants to sever ties with the royal family. And if that is so, we do not have to fear her. It was her who broke the agreement. She has to pay us a large sum as a breach of contract. As a result, the Jian family will also inevitably suffer because of resolving cooperation with us,” Nakamura, one of Ito Takahashi’s confidantes, carefully suggested.

“What do you know?” Ito Takahashi scolded, his voice cold.

Nakamura’s face turned pale and he quickly knelt on the ground.

“With the Jian family severing cooperation with us, the losses we suffer are far beyond what any breach of contract fee could cover, not to mention the cooperation deal with JK International now in jeopardy,” said Ito Takahashi, continuing.

With his words settled, everyone kept their heads down, not daring to make a sound.

One side, Yuiko Ito, looked at the others, her eyes filled with complex, dark emotions.

Suddenly, Ito Takahashi called her name.

“Yukiko!”

She came to her senses, walked a few steps forward, and bowed to Ito Takahashi.

“Father!”

“Yukiko, I hear that you and Jian Qing have somewhat of a rapport,” Ito Takahashi started.

Yukiko Ito held a calm expression, a hint of mockery in her heart.

Only now he recalls her. Why didn’t he listen to her advice earlier and instead indulged in Keiko? Now that he has made a big mess, he finally remembers his daughter.

Being a princess of the royal family, the seeming glory conceals indescribable sorrow.

She hummed in acknowledgement, predicting what her father would say next.

“Yukiko, our royal family can’t afford to lose the cooperation with the Jian family and JK International. I believe you are clear about this,” Ito Takahashi said, emphasizing his point. “Why don’t you speak with Jian Qing? Let her know not to be so quick to sever cooperation.”

Just as she had guessed.

Yukiko Ito concealed the mockery in her eyes, replaced with a look of difficulty.

“Father, my connection to Jian Qing is limited. I’m afraid my words won’t have any influence on her. Plus, with what Keiko did, I doubt Jian Qing can easily let go of her anger.”

“Yukiko, as a princess of the royal family, you need to consider the interests of our family. Go and probe Jian Qing’s stance. As long as she is willing to negotiate, she can propose the conditions.”

At last, Ito Takahashi added: “Even if she wants to punish Keiko, it can be considered.”

A useless pawn should play its final role.

They cannot lose the cooperation deal with JK International.

Upon hearing his words, Yukiko Ito’s heart went cold.

She wasn’t feeling sorry for Keiko, but realizing to their father, they princesses are all just pawns in his hands. As long as they are no longer useful, they will be discarded.

Keiko is like this, and she is no exception.

Without any show of emotion, she said, “Yes, I understand.”

Ito Takahashi nodded satisfactorily and waved his hand, “You go first, I have other matters to discuss with the ministers.”

“Yes.”

Yukiko Ito turned and left, her patterned dress drawing a graceful arc in the air.

…

The baby pink curtains fluttered in the wind as petals drifted into the room through the open window, quietly falling onto the plush white carpet.

A faint sickly sweet smell filled the room, crowded with exquisitely lavish ornaments.

On the bed, Keiko Ito’s hand was wrapped in a thick bandage. The clear print of a hand on her swollen cheek was a shocking sight.

She tugged at her lips, and a sharp pain flashed across her cheek, making her gasp.

Damn Jian Qing; she would make her pay.

Suddenly, the door opened and a pair of red shoes stepped in.

The woman was in a red kimono dress, her jet-black hair bundled complexly at the back of her head. The hair ornament in the middle of her hair shone brilliantly, making a tinkling sound as she moved. Even with the delicate makeup, the fine lines around her eyes were visible. She smiled coquettishly.

This person was none other than Ito Takahashi’s second wife, Mie Ito.

Seeing who it was, Keiko’s face brightened.

“Mother!”

Overjoyed, she forgot about her injury and jumped off the bed in a hurry, tugging at her wound. She stumbled and fell on the floor.

Thump!

Luckily, there was a carpet on the floor. Otherwise, she would have been severely bruised from the fall.

“Keiko!” Mie Ito frowned at her daughter’s clumsiness but reached out to help her up.

“How many times have I told you to be more careful? Look at you, you are totally lacking the grace of a royal princess!”

Keiko Ito stood up, rubbing her sore buttock, bowed her head, and listened to her mother.

“Mother, I understand. I will be careful next time,” she whispered.

Looking at the wound on Keiko’s hand, Mie Ito frowned, “Alright, sit down.”

Keiko Ito sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her mother respectfully, “Mother, why have you come to see me? Is there something going on?”

“Keiko, from a young age, I have always reminded you to consider every aspect before making a decision. I was only away for two days and you have managed to cause such a calamity. You have really stirred up big trouble this time,” Mie Ito reprimanded, her voice stern.