Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 1209 - 1215: Xiang Yun Loses Her Temper (2)

Chapter 1209: Chapter 1215: Xiang Yun Loses Her Temper (2)

"How could that be possible?"

Grandmother carefully wrapped the half piece of old ginseng in the handkerchief and stuffed it into Xiang Yun’s hand, saying, "Take it if I give it to you. I’m counting on it to help Zili recover quickly so that I can hold my legitimate great-grandson sooner!"

Xiang Yun’s face flushed, and she was deeply moved. She took the precious half of the old ginseng and said, "Grandmother, Yun’er thanks you on his behalf. Once he has recovered from his injuries, we will come and kowtow to you!"

Grandmother laughed and said, "Go back now. You’ve been out all day, and I don’t even know if the people by his side have attended to him properly!"

"Yes!"

Xiang Yun agreed with a bow, then, taking the girl and Nanny Xie with her, she returned to her Cool Autumn Pavilion.

Upon entering the hall of the Cool Autumn Pavilion, she immediately heard the voice of a woman speaking from the inner chamber. It was a gentle and delicate voice, like the chirping of orioles and swallows, revealing that it belonged to a fragile beauty just by listening to it.

"Zili, this is the bone broth that I simmered all day on a slow fire. It’s the best for nourishment. You’ve injured your bones, so drinking this is the best for you. Come on, have a sip, won’t you?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yun instantly figured out who was in the room. Her anger flared up ’whoosh’ and with a ’hmph’, she quickly stepped inside.

Inside the room, the man was half-reclining on the couch, his face turned to the side, not speaking or drinking the soup and giving away no hint of his expression.

In front of the couch, on an embroidered stool, sat a petite woman with a veil over her face, holding a bowl of soup and coaxing in a soft whisper, "Zili, no matter how angry you are at me, think about our child who has also been busy all day. Just for them, have a sip, will you? Ah?"

The woman’s gentle and soft tone, coaxing the obstinate Mo Zili like she was coaxing a child, and when she mentioned their child, a sharp pain pierced Xiang Yun’s heart. With a "snap," she slammed the old ginseng onto the table and pointed at Du Wanqing, shouting loudly, "Who are you? How dare you barge into my room? Who allowed you in here?"

Upon seeing Xiang Yun’s return, Du Wanqing quickly stood up, took a few steps forward, placed the bowl of rich bone soup on the table, and bowed deeply to Xiang Yun.

"Younger Sister Wanqing pays her respects to older sister. I should have come to pay my respects earlier, but the Imperial Physician said that my fetus was unstable and told me to lie in bed to nurture the fetus. Today, feeling somewhat better, I hurried over to pay respects to sister."

Du Wanqing kept mentioning nurturing the fetus, which incited Xiang Yun’s fury even more. Xiang Yun scoffed coldly and said, "Rushed over to pay respects? I think you’re here to take advantage of the situation, knowing very well that I would be away today, so you ran into my room to seduce men, and still have the audacity to claim you came to pay respects. It’s utterly disgusting!"

Hearing Xiang Yun’s insults, Du Wanqing incredulously lifted her head, and although her expression was concealed by the veil, the grief in her voice laid bare her emotions.

"Sister, how can you say such things? Wanqing isn’t that type of... seductive woman, and Brother Zili can attest to that!"

At the mention that a man could vouch for her, Xiang Yun grew even angrier, glaring and shouting loudly, "Who is your sister? Don’t flatter yourself, you shameless bad woman! Get out right now, go as far as you can, and never let me see your disgusting face again—"

On the couch, Mo Zili turned his head, looking at Xiang Yun whose emotions were running high, with a slight frown on his brow, but he remained silent.

Du Wanqing was publicly humiliated by Xiang Yun, who shouted at her and pointed at her nose. She stepped back in fear, still trying timidly to defend herself, "Sister, no, Young Madam, I..."

Xiang Yun harshly interrupted her, "Don’t call me! Get out, go right now! Don’t you dare enter my room again; otherwise, you’ll regret it!"