The Useless Heiress Is Actually A Bigshot
Chapter 647: Mistaken Identity

Chapter 647: Chapter 647: Mistaken Identity

Along the way, Zhong Nianyao held Lu Yichen’s hand, walking and introducing him to the shops she had visited and the places she had enjoyed.

Although she had become the State Preceptor and spent most of her time in the National Master Hall in the Imperial Palace, she still liked to go out and wander during her spare time.

Lu Yichen listened attentively to Nianyao, his eyes showing not a hint of impatience but growing even gentler, occasionally responding with a few words.

He wanted to know everything about Nianyao, and now that she was willing to share with him voluntarily, he was too happy to feel impatient.

Just as they were enjoying their stroll, a delicate female voice suddenly came from behind, sounding a bit excited, "Master."

Hearing this voice, a chill flashed in Zhong Nianyao’s eyes; she continued walking forward without stopping or misstepping, as if she hadn’t heard the voice at all.

Lu Yichen noticed something unusual about Nianyao right away. He didn’t say anything, just continued walking with her.

However, they had only taken a few steps when someone blocked their path.

The person was a beautiful young woman, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with an oval face, large bright eyes, white teeth, and cherry lips. Her elaborate silk attire and exquisite jewelry made her look distinguished and luxurious. Yet, the fatigue at the bottom of her eyes was unconcealable.

The young woman hurriedly stood in front of Zhong Nianyao and called out, "Master." But, upon truly seeing Nianyao, the smile on her face suddenly froze.

At that moment, two maids hurried up, one of them panting and slightly reproaching, "Madam, why did you walk so quickly? We almost couldn’t keep up, and if something really happened, how would we explain it when we got back?"

The other maid didn’t say anything, even pulling at the sleeve of the one who had spoken.

The maid who had spoken still looked indignant but did not say anything further.

"Hello, may I help you?" Zhong Nianyao’s face wore a polite smile, her eyes full of unfamiliarity.

"Nothing much," the young woman’s smile was slightly awkward, "Sorry, I seem to have mistaken you for someone else."

As she spoke, her expression unavoidably turned dejected, whispering to herself, "Yes, the Master had long since died, it’s my delusion."

"Since there’s nothing, we’ll be going then."

With that, Zhong Nianyao pulled Lu Yichen away.

Watching Zhong Nianyao and Lu Yichen walk away, the young woman’s eyes were still fixed in that direction. Finally, she retracted her gaze, her lips curling into a self-deprecating smile.

Indeed, how could that be the Master! The Master had long since died, and—

With this thought, the young woman raised her hand, looking at her soft, pristine skin, devoid of any calluses, a sigh of loss and sorrow flashed in her eyes.

Although her hands were fair and smooth, they were stained with the Master’s blood. She too was an agent in the Master’s death, she too was a murderer.

At last, unable to hold back, a tear of remorse rolled down the young woman’s face.

The maid beside her had long become impatient, and she blurted out, "Princess Consort, we should hurry back! If—"

"Shut up." The young woman’s cold gaze fell on the maid, carrying a faint hint of murderous intent, "Am I the Princess Consort, or are you? I do not need you to teach me how to handle matters. If you cannot control your mouth, I will cut out your tongue."

Startled by that icy look, the maid was taken aback, and fear crept into her heart, but she still mustered the courage to speak, "This servant is only—"

"You belong to the Imperial Concubine, I am well aware, you need not emphasize it again and again," the young woman coldly said, "But do not forget, in the end, you are nothing but a servant."

At this point, a bloodthirsty smile curled on the young woman’s face, and her tone became gentle, but her words chilled to the bone, "Tell me, if I were to kill you and then claim that you tried to poison me, resulting in your execution, would the Imperial Concubine seek justice for a mere servant like you? Or would she try her best to dissociate herself from you?"

Each word, though spoken with a smile and even in a gentle tone, made the maid feel a terrifying chill rise from the soles of her feet, her legs weakening, about to kneel on the ground.

The quick-reacting maid beside her immediately supported her,

Yet, the silent maid beside her, though saying nothing, revealed through her icy cold hands her own deep-seated fear.

"Hehe, I was only joking with you, why are you so frightened?" the young woman stepped closer, gently touched the maid’s face, and smiled as she spoke, "However, I believe that what you did today was not intentional, was it?"

"This servant admits her wrongs, truly admits her wrongs," the voice of the maid was filled with sobs, "Princess Consort, I beg you, please spare this servant!"

She had never really respected this so-called Princess Consort.

In her view, the other party had merely bewitched the Prince and lucked into becoming the Princess Consort. Moreover, since the Imperial Concubine disliked the Princess Consort and deemed her unworthy of the Prince due to her humble origins, she was appointed to serve by her side.

Even the Imperial Concubine had promised her that she would find an opportunity to have the Prince take her in.

Thus, she always considered herself as the future concubine of the Prince, and because she was a servant of the Imperial Concubine, she lacked any real respect for the Princess Consort.

However, the words of the Princess Consort today had jolted her to reality.

Even with the promises of the Imperial Concubine, now her status was still that of a servant. If the Princess Consort truly wanted to kill her, there was absolutely no escape for her.

In fact, even if the Princess Consort did not fabricate any excuse and simply killed her, the most the Imperial Concubine could do upon discovering it would be to confine the Princess Consort for a few days.

At that time, her death would indeed be in vain.

"Recognize your own status," the young woman continued with a smile, "In the past, I did not speak up because I did not want to quibble with you. However, if it really comes to accounting, ten of you would not be enough to