Mo Qinghuan: …
— What on earth is Mu Yanming thinking? It surely has nothing to do with her!
That body of hers was clearly unable to carry the baby to term. How could it be related to her?
"But what about you? How did you get injured?"
Mu Yanming gently shook his head, his eyes dark and unfathomable.
He took Mo Qinghuan's hand. "Qinghuan, if one day this king loses power, you should leave the capital with Lu Zixiu. The farther the better. Do you hear me?"
Mo Qinghuan suddenly yanked her hand back. "What nonsense are you talking about? What on earth has happened?"
He looked at her with a smile on his lips. "Anyway, just listen to me."
She took two steps back, her face looking very ugly. She questioned Mu Yanming. "Do you think I'm such a person? Am I someone who can only share in prosperity but not in adversity? Even if we're together because of some kind of interest, we've been sharing the same bed for several months. If something really happens, I won't just leave you alone and run away."
Seeing that she was angry, Mu Yanming stood up and walked up to her. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.
He closed his eyes and hugged her tightly.
"This king doesn't mean that. This king is just making an example."
Mo Qinghuan could sense that his voice was very tired. He hadn't returned to the room to rest for several days. Every night, she waited until very late and then fell asleep. When she woke up the next day, there was no sign that he had been by her side.
— Unconsciously, they had been together for several months, and it seemed that some things were slowly changing.
On the days when she couldn't see him, she always seemed to inadvertently try to find out some news about him and wanted to know what he was doing.
Especially when she saw his wound just now, she seemed to feel a very sad emotion...
Could it be that she had fallen in love with Mu Yanming?
Realizing this question, she gently pushed Mu Yanming.
Mu Yanming let go of her and looked into her eyes. The two of them stared at each other. After a long time, Mo Qinghuan felt her eyes sting and then shifted her gaze.
"You still haven't told me what's going on."
Mu Yanming ruffled her hair. "Alright, I'll tell you in a few days. Didn't you go to get something to bandage this king's wound? Go ahead. This king will wait for you here."
She nodded blankly and walked out of the room towards the Yangyang Hall. Actually, she could take out the items needed for bandaging from the medical and poison space anywhere, but she couldn't conjure things out of thin air in front of Mu Yanming.
So she carried the box over. But before she reached the Jing Courtyard, from afar, she saw A Tahuan holding a small dark - green bottle in her hand and walking to the entrance of the Jing Courtyard.
The guards at the door raised their hands and blocked her outside.
Mo Qinghuan smiled and walked over. "Let her in."
Although Mo Qinghuan had given the order, the guards seemed not to hear. The arms that were blocking A Tahuan in front of her still didn't drop.
So A Tahuan could only watch helplessly as Mo Qinghuan walked in.
She shouted angrily, "Why! Why can she go in?"
The guard lowered his head and said nothing. She had no choice. She still needed Mu Yanming for the throne - grabbing, so it was better not to act rashly.
So she turned around and went back to her own room.
After Mo Qinghuan went in, Mu Yanming was still sitting at the table. When he saw her come in, he put down the book and sat obediently.
She took out the tweezers and clamped the alcohol cotton to disinfect his wound. Mu Yanming looked at these things that he had never even heard of or seen before and sighed secretly. "They were hidden weapons, but luckily they weren't poisoned."
After she bandaged him up, she gave him a tetanus shot. Before, when Mu Yanming pretended to have a heart disease to eliminate the emperor's suspicion of him, Mo Qinghuan had injected him with a shot, so he was no longer surprised.
After everything was done, she started to pack up the things.
Unexpectedly, just as she was packing, Mu Yanming suddenly grabbed Mo Qinghuan's hand. Mo Qinghuan looked up at him. He gently pulled, and Mo Qinghuan suddenly fell into his arms.
"What are you doing? You're still injured!"
Seeing her blushing, Mu Yanming couldn't help laughing. The hand that was holding her waist tightened unconsciously. "What do you think this king is going to do?"
She broke free from his restraint and took several steps back. She tidied up her clothes.
Just as she was about to say something, Bai Ke walked in.
Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was not right, he unconsciously took a step back. "Um, am I coming at a bad time?"
Mo Qinghuan carried the medicine box and walked out. As she passed by Bai Ke, she glanced at him.
Bai Ke touched his nose and reported to Mu Yanming. "My lord, news came from the palace. The second prince has been imprisoned."
Mo Qinghuan was walking to the door. When she heard this news, she slowed down.
Mu Yanming noticed her movement and lifted his chin at Bai Ke, signaling him to continue. "I heard it's related to the miscarriage of the eldest princess consort."
"What's going on?" As he said this, he looked at Mo Qinghuan. Bai Ke immediately understood.
He cleared his throat and said loudly, as if afraid that Mo Qinghuan couldn't hear. "I heard that it's suspected that the second princess consort poisoned the eldest princess consort, causing her to miscarry. But the second prince didn't believe it, so he voluntarily asked to be imprisoned to wait for the matter to be investigated."
What tricks are these two couples playing...
She carried the medicine box and walked towards the Yangyang Hall. On the way, she was stopped by A Tahuan.
"What are you doing with the medicine box? What's wrong with the lord?"
She crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned against the pillar under the pavilion.
Hearing her unfriendly tone, Mo Qinghuan didn't intend to pay attention to her.
She came down from the steps and raised her hand to block Mo Qinghuan's way.
"This princess is talking to you!"
Mo Qinghuan pushed aside her arm. "Don't act like a princess in front of me! I'm not buying it!"
A Tahuan snorted. "Mo Qinghuan, don't always act so high - and - mighty in front of me."
Mo Qinghuan couldn't help sneering. Things were really developing in a more and more melodramatic direction.
Did the two women in the Regent's Mansion really have to become enemies in the end?
"I'm different from you. If you don't provoke me, I won't bother you."
A Tahuan stepped forward again. This time, she directly grabbed her. Mo Qinghuan was just about to stab her with the needle in her hand when she heard her whisper, "I have something to ask the princess consort to help with."
Only then did Mo Qinghuan silently put away the gold needle.
She let A Tahuan pull her to the courtyard where Mo Qinghuan lived. "Speak. But I'll put it bluntly first. I may not be able to help you. Maybe you'd be better off asking Mu Yanming."
She really couldn't think of anything she could do to help this princess from another country.
After a while, A Tahuan smiled and handed Mo Qinghuan a cup of tea, but Mo Qinghuan didn't take it.
"I have to get the princess consort's consent before I can ask the lord for help with this matter."
Mo Qinghuan sneered in her heart. When asking for help, she called her princess consort. How hypocritical!
"Hurry up and say it. As the Regent's princess consort, I still have to visit the eldest princess consort and comfort the second princess consort later. I'm very busy."
Hearing this, A Tahuan twitched the corner of her mouth.
"Well, I want to borrow the princess consort's name for a month, so I'd like you to cooperate."