My Aloof Lord Ex-Husband Begs for Remarriage
Chapter 139 - 140: Lin Fuying’s Disappointment

Chapter 139: Chapter 140: Lin Fuying’s Disappointment

The servants in the courtyard dared not even breathe heavily.

Chu Nanli was equally breathless.

She leaned her back against the wall, her head tilting hard backward as her hands tried to pry Ye Yunting’s off.

However, the man’s fingers were like iron pincers, impossible to break free from.

Yanyan, in her panic, went to tug at Ye Yunting’s arm.

"Prince, this servant has been insolent, I am guilty, but the Princess Consort needs to breathe."

"Get out!"

Ye Yunting flung his sleeve with a fierce jerk, sending Yanyan tumbling to the ground.

At that moment, Chu Nanli suddenly stopped struggling, her throat emitting a strained sound.

"If the Prince wishes to strangle this consort to death, then give it more strength. Make sure everyone in the Capital City knows by this afternoon that you are prone to violence, having throttled your own Princess Consort with your own hands."

Ye Yunting sneered, "Are you threatening me?"

Chu Nanli slowly closed her eyes, a natural blush spreading across her face.

Ye Yunting felt a pang in his heart and couldn’t help but loosen his grip, only to tighten it again shortly.

Chu Nanli remained with her eyes closed, unmoving.

Yanyan, nearly crying in fright, got up and knelt on the ground to beg, "Prince, please let go, the Princess Consort is not going to last."

Ye Yunting watched the woman’s brow tighten bit by bit with pain, and a sudden panic crossed his heart; he unconsciously released his hands.

Chu Nanli’s body went limp and fell.

Ye Yunting, quick-eyed and fast-handed, grabbed her arm and hoisted her up.

Chu Nanli opened her eyes, her hand clutching her neck as she coughed heartbreakingly.

Yanyan shouted anxiously, "Quick, get the Princess Consort some water!"

The servants in the courtyard were thrown into disarray.

When Chu Nanli had recovered a bit of her strength, she didn’t even look at Ye Yunting but pushed his hand away, supporting herself with Yanyan’s help.

"Help me back to my room."

Ye Yunting watched the master and servant enter the room, his expression wavering. As Chu Nanli’s figure was about to vanish from his sight, he said coldly,

"The Empress Dowager is already dissatisfied with you. I am reminding you to be mindful of your status; this was just a little lesson for you."

Chu Nanli did not respond.

One reason was she didn’t want to bother, and another was that her throat really couldn’t produce words.

When the servant brought the warmed tea over, Ye Yunting had already left.

Yanyan served Chu Nanli the tea, looking at her still pale face with a fresh wave of fear.

"How could the Prince be like this. You and Young Master Zhuang have a normal student-teacher relationship. He hurt you without distinguishing right from wrong, which is too heartless. Moreover, you..."

Yanyan’s voice stopped abruptly, her eyes filling with concern as she glanced at Chu Nanli’s belly.

Chu Nanli’s expression was gloomy.

The recent unwarranted disaster had indeed left her greatly frightened, but the most shocked was the unborn child in her belly.

By now, she could feel a faint pain in her lower abdomen.

"Yanyan, help me guard the door. Tell anyone who comes that I have fallen asleep."

Chu Nanli took out some silver needles.

Seeing this, Yanyan understood the severity of the situation and dared not delay, quickly leaving the room as commanded.

Chu Nanli removed her outer garment to reveal only her belly band and then pulled down her underpants below her lower abdomen. She then took the silver needles and began to puncture around her belly.

With each twitching in her lower abdomen, Chu Nanli broke out in a fine sweat from the pain, but she did not stop her movements.

The vital energies within her abdominal cavity were in disarray; they had to be corrected for the fetus to be secure.

Meanwhile, Dong Yue was reporting to Lin Fuying.

"The Prince seems to have erupted in a great rage at Chuxiang Garden."

The maid’s face showed schadenfreude as if rejoicing for the misfortune of others, seemingly pleased for her mistress.

Lin Fuying’s brow furrowed, "That’s all?"

Dong Yue paused but still answered honestly: "That’s all."

"The Prince didn’t issue any orders?"

"It seems... there weren’t any."

"The steward did not go over?"

"No."

Lin Fuying’s face darkened and with a wave of her hand, she sent the vase of arranged flowers on the table to the floor. However, she was pricked by the thorns on the branches and cried out in pain.

Dong Yue, trembling, quickly slapped herself hard across the face.

"It’s all this servant’s fault, not removing the thorns."

Lin Fuying took a deep breath, suppressing her anger. Looking at the drop of blood on her finger, an idea formed in her mind.

"Invite the Prince to have lunch here at noon."