Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 899 - 901 Helen Xue’s Resentment (5)

Chapter 899: Chapter 901 Helen Xue’s Resentment (5)

Hearing Helen Xue’s sorrowful cries, Nangong Shi turned his head irritably, his eyes reddened as he roared. From the moment he kicked Helen Xue’s child away, the facade of love between the two had been torn down, and they no longer needed to pretend, revealing their truest selves instead.

Heartbroken, Helen Xue dared not cry any further. She wiped her tears, lowered her head, and bit her lips to keep herself from sobbing audibly, yet deep inside, she loathed the man who had killed her child and ruined her life.

"Summon someone, prepare the carriage for me, I must go to the palace to see the Imperial Father!"

Nangong Shi shouted loudly, preparing to enter the palace for an audience.

Helen Xue knew his visit to the palace at this time would enrage the Emperor, but she did not try to stop him. First, because she couldn’t, and any attempt would only bring on a beating and scolding; secondly, she harbored such resentment against Nangong Shi that she would rather see him blamed and punished by the Emperor.

After all, she was a princess of the Xianbei. Even if Nangong Shi was demoted, imprisoned, or exiled, the Emperor would not harm her. She could request a divorce and then return to the Xianbei to remarry to a kindred spirit, a preferable option to spending a life with this bleak-futured, vicious-tempered cripple!

Nangong Shi stormed off in a huff, and Helen Xue gave a cold smile. She lifted her chin and headed back to her own room to rest. As soon as she returned to her courtyard, her chief palace maid, Hua Ying, approached her quietly and whispered, "Your Highness, the Crown Princess, a letter has arrived from the front yard. It says the Red Cotton Girl by the Prince’s side has been eight days without her monthly bleeding. What should we do?"

"Do I still need to instruct you? The old method—handle it as you know how."

Expressionless, Helen Xue’s slender hand subconsciously caressed her stomach. "Nangong Shi, you mercilessly killed my child, so I will make sure that all your children accompany mine in death. As long as Helen Xue exists, do not expect to father any children—prepare for your dynasty to end with you, hahaha..."

Nangong Shi rode in the horse carriage, leaving the confines of the Crown Prince’s Mansion and out onto the streets. Shortly after riding down the street, the carriage came to an abrupt halt.

A tall, thin man clad in a black robe and wearing a bamboo hat stood solemnly in front of the carriage, blocking their path.

"Who is this? Move aside! Are you blind? Don’t you see whose carriage this is, to daringly block the way?"

The guard brandished his horse whip, shouting and swinging the whip towards the man blocking the road.

To everyone’s surprise, the man stood firm as Mount Taishan, unflinching. Just as the whip was about to strike him, he suddenly extended a hand and caught it accurately by his ear, remaining perfectly still no matter how hard the guard pulled.

"What’s going on?"

The Prince, annoyed at the stop, pulled aside the carriage curtain and saw the scene outside, immediately becoming furious. "Who is this rebel? Cast him aside for me!"

The man in the black robe and bamboo hat slowly lifted his head and looked at The Prince, his voice low as he said, "The Prince, Jin Zhong at your service."

"Jin Zhong? You, you are Jin Zhong?"

Nangong Shi gazed in astonishment at the expressionless man before him, quickly recalling the words his Imperial Mother had once said: In this life, aside from you, the one she trusted the most was Jin Zhong. If there ever came a day when she could no longer protect you, she would send Jin Zhong to your side to keep you safe...

When his Imperial Mother had spoken those words, he was but a child. Although she had mentioned Jin Zhong a few times, he had never seen the man himself. As he grew older, Nangong Shi had nearly forgotten the existence of Jin Zhong. His sudden appearance today brought Nangong Shi an unexpected sense of long-lost kinship, as if an abandoned child had finally found family!