Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 898 - 900 Helen Xue’s Resentment (4)

Chapter 898: Chapter 900 Helen Xue’s Resentment (4)

Speaking of which, he rolled over and mounted her, and busied himself. It must be said that men are naturally experts in this matter. Under his caresses, Cai Wei soon let out rapid and delicate gasps, making one’s cheeks flush and heart race, even the moon felt so shy that it hid behind the clouds, refusing to come out again...

The next day, when Cai Wei woke up, the sun had already climbed high.

The man had already left without a trace; if not for the bluish-purple marks remaining on her body, she would have thought last night was all a dream!

"Wei’er, are you up yet? Have you eaten breakfast?"

Lady Du gently knocked on the door outside, while Wu’er also peeked through the crack of the door shouting, "Older sister, get up and eat, or you’ll turn into a lazy pig!"

Cai Wei quickly got up and dressed herself, and meticulously checked the couch again to make sure she hadn’t left any evidence before rushing to open the door.

"What were you doing? Why did it take so long?"

As soon as she opened the door, Lady Du’s eyes swept in, scanning the nooks and crannies of the room with radar-like precision. After confirming there was no sign of an affair, she said, "Breakfast is getting cold, hurry up and eat!"

Cai Wei nodded guiltily, giggling, and followed her mother...

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Within the Prince’s Mansion

The East Palace, with its carved railings and jade masonry, was in complete disarray—broken porcelain, overturned tables and chairs, and a throng of servants knelt all over the ground. Along with the soft sobbing of the Prince’s wife, Helen Xue, the entire mansion seemed oppressively solemn, like a tomb, devoid of any liveliness.

The Prince, Nangong Shi, red-eyed and breathing heavily, sat gasping for breath in a chair, completely exhausted after smashing things around for a while. Ever since he had been incapacitated, his primordial qi had been greatly damaged. Just smashing things for a while had left him breathless—previously, he could have turned the whole mansion upside down without breaking a sweat. It seemed he was really not up to it any more!

Nangong Shi hung his head, a glint of sorrow passing through his eyes.

This morning, news came from inside the palace that the Imperial Mother was demoted to Lady Jin Xing due to assaulting another consort and defying the Emperor, and was placed under house arrest in the Silk Palace for half a year. Six months was enough time for the Third Brother to plot to take over his position as the crown prince and even plan for his and his mother’s demise. After these six months, everything would be over. Even if the Imperial Mother could safely come out, they would be left merely gasping for survival under the Third Brother, how could he, who was once the heir to a nation, be content with such a life?

The sobbing of the Prince’s wife, Helen Xue, was low, suppressed, and full of despair. She had traveled thousands of miles to marry into Great Jin, aspiring to be a woman looked up to by all under heaven, not expecting such a downfall—her husband now disabled and hopeless for ascension; her mother-in-law demoted, clearly about to become the target of others’ revenge. Such life was too far from what she had imagined, filling her with immense pain and despair.

What was even more unbearable for her was her husband blaming her for his being crippled, saying how could he have hidden and supported the opera actor if not for her jealousy? If not for that, how could their enemies have taken advantage of them? Such claims made her almost spit blood. Clearly, it was his fault for secretly keeping an opera actor which led to their being trapped and him being crippled. Yet, he shifted the blame onto her. It was likely that he had kicked away their unborn child in his frustration; otherwise, why wouldn’t he show even a bit of remorse now that the child was gone?

"Crying, always crying. If it wasn’t for you running to the Imperial Mother to tattle, why would I have had to hide and support that opera actor? Why would I have been ambushed and crippled? It’s all because of you, the slut wrought from jealousy. What good did borrowing your Xianbei’s light do? Instead, you’ve reduced me to this state, are you satisfied now?"