Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord
Chapter 1046: We Cannot Let This Person Go

Chapter 1046: Chapter 1046: We Cannot Let This Person Go

Prime Minister’s face was etched with the ravages of time and he cursed furiously: "What about the Concubine? She is far better than you, you venomous and vile woman! You’ve enjoyed decades of luxury in our house, yet you not only have failed to bear me a son but even had the heart to murder the son I’ve begged and pleaded for, how cruel and ruthless you are!"

Prime Minister tried to contain his anger, his eyes staring harshly at madam.

"Prime Minister, I truly did not commit such deeds." Madam’s eyes were brimming with the impulse to cry.

How could Prime Minister scold her in front of this lowly woman! Has he forgotten that she is his Main Wife?

"The evidence is irrefutable, yet you still dare to deny it. My dear Hao is dead because of you." That scene which unfolded on the street was still fresh in Nineteenth Aunt’s memory.

That dwarf, vicious like an evil spirit, taking her son’s life in a single move, transforming him from a lively child to a lifeless corpse in an instant.

Remembering all of these, her heart ached immeasurably.

Of course, there’s also the most crucial point – without this son, the glory and riches of her latter days could no longer be assured.

Madam: "Shut your mouth, you wretch."

Prime Minister glared: "You’re the one who should shut up. The person with the least right to speak in this house is you."

"Prime Minister, what nonsense are you spouting? I am your rightfully and properly wedded wife."

"In my heart, you have long ceased to be. If it weren’t for our daughter becoming the Empress, I would have already cast you out."

The truth is always hard to accept.

The Prime Minister’s Wife started to break down. Although the Prime Minister had taken many concubines, she firmly believed that she, as the Main Wife, held the utmost importance in Prime Minister’s heart. But at this moment, his words completely shattered the last of her illusions.

"How... how can you treat me this way?"

"I have already done right by you to the utmost, being generous and justified. Your vicious mind has snuffed out our family’s only lineage. Leaving you alive is only for our daughter’s sake. Fine then, from now on you may go take the nun’s vows. Go to the nunnery and accompany the ancient Buddhas by the dim lamplight for your next life. Whether you live or die henceforth has nothing to do with me."

How heartless were Prime Minister’s words.

Madam was stunned, her disbelief palpable: "Prime Minister, you can’t treat me like this."

"What, being spared your life still isn’t enough for you?"

"I wish to stay by Prime Minister’s side, to serve him for a lifetime." What place was the nunnery? With simple Buddha lamps, meager vegetables for fare, and worse yet, enduring the despair of washing one’s own clothes and doing household chores – how could a madam who had enjoyed decades of luxury bear it?

"In this lifetime, I have no desire to see you again." Prime Minister was utterly heartless.

In desperation, the Prime Minister’s Wife blurted out: "Even if I were to go, our daughter would not agree to it."

Indeed, their daughter was the mother of a nation; how could she calmly watch her own mother suffer in the nunnery!

As soon as Prime Minister heard this, he became furious: "As the saying goes, a married daughter is like water that’s been poured away; our family’s affairs are not for a married daughter to meddle in, not even if she is the Empress."

It seemed Prime Minister had hardened his heart and was determined to send his wife to the nunnery.

The Prime Minister’s Wife collapsed to the floor, muttering to herself: "Mad. You’ve truly gone mad."

"It’s you and our daughter who’ve driven me to madness; don’t blame me for being ruthless."

After venting his frustrations, Prime Minister left with a sweep of his sleeves.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister, you can’t let off this murderer so easily," Nineteenth Aunt cried and howled at Prime Minister’s retreating figure.

Regrettably, with a swift turn, the figure of the Prime Minister disappeared at the doorway.