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Qin Ruanyu was subjected to a hundred strokes of the cane, and the servants exerted all their strength, resulting in her tragic demise.
Once the blood was washed away, her body was wrapped in a straw mat and discarded at the mass grave, not even a soul dared to inform Wen Qing.
Madam looked at me with a gaze filled with dozens of complex emotions.
I had no desire to acknowledge her; I turned and walked back into the room, closing the door firmly in front of her, shutting out the spring light that spilled outside.
I imagined that her guilt had increased by threefold.
That night, I brought some fruit to visit Wen Qing.
She had been tormented by the palace matrons these past few days, forced to maintain decorum while sitting, to stand with respect, to smile without showing her teeth, and to speak in soft, dulcet tones.
So when she saw me, her face immediately lit up with joy. She hurriedly pulled me down to sit and began to quietly complain.
“It’s so good that you can come see me. These rules are truly unbearable; had I known, I wouldn’t have married him.” She knew I was mute and therefore felt free to speak without fear of gossip.
I gently placed my hand over her lips and smiled, shaking my head.
“Don’t worry, no one can hear us.”
Wen Qing stuck out her tongue and let the topic drop, but she couldn’t help but worry about me. “So in the future, if possible, you mustn’t follow my example. You can’t speak; if you’re bullied, you won’t even have someone to confide in.”
Little did she know that I had already followed in her footsteps.
I turned my head away, unwilling for her to see the emotions swirling in my eyes.
Meanwhile, Ye Zixing and his brother exchanged knowing smiles as they turned their gazes toward the crimson walls of the eastern palace, their desires laid bare without concealment.
That night, Wen Xiang came to visit and entered the study with Ye Zixing; they talked for two hours straight.
The Old Fox observed all day today, and he must have made his decision deep down. However, human choices are always influenced by external forces. Throughout his life, he has taken countless concubines, yet he has always shown the utmost respect for Madam. Her decisions are enough to sway Wen Siyuan.
As Madam's biological child, she will naturally lean towards me a bit more.
In this light, Qin Ruanyu's death was not in vain.
The cause of Qin Ruanyu's death was strictly kept under wraps. Until Wen Qing's marriage, it was publicly declared that she had died of a sudden illness.
My marriage faced no opposition from anyone. Madam felt deeply guilty and wished to offer me the best of everything in compensation.
As a result, my dowry even exceeded Wen Qing's by twenty-four loads.
We married on the same day, and the ten-mile-long bridal procession drew envious gazes from everyone in the city.
In the bridal chamber, Ye Zixing held my hand, his cheeks slightly flushed, revealing a hint of drunkenness.
People often say that the sons of noble families are exceptionally handsome; at this moment, I could not deny that he, dressed in bright red wedding attire, possessed enough charm to captivate any woman.
I gently withdrew my hand from his grasp, suppressing the urge to wipe it on my clothes, and slowly stood up.
I took a dagger from my sleeve and decisively cut my finger. Crimson blood dripped onto the white cloth of the wedding bed, spreading out like a mocking smile.
Then I wrapped myself in the quilt and lay down on the floor. The dragon and phoenix candles had just been lit, and their wax tears slowly slid down as if silently weeping.
Ye Zixing stood frozen in place, his face turning ashen in an instant.
Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I suddenly felt someone gently crouching beside me. Then came the sound of fabric tearing, breaking the silence of the night.
I turned over and met his slightly furrowed brow.
Ye Zixing gently took my hand; I noticed that the cut was rather deep, and even now the blood had not stopped flowing.
“If you are unwilling, just tell me directly. Why demean yourself like this?”
He sighed softly, leaning down to gently suck the blood from my fingertips, then carefully wrapped the wound with a cloth strip, his expression focused, like the most considerate lover in the world.
“You're weak; go lie down on the bed. We can make do for one night, and tomorrow I will think of a way.” After saying this, he lay down on the bed, trying to move as far inside as possible.
If I insisted further, it would only make me seem petty.
As a ruler, one must often endure what others cannot.
I provoked him like this, yet he showed no signs of anger. Ye Zixing’s demeanor exceeded my expectations; he was indeed more suited to be emperor than the Fourth Prince.
That night, we remained undisturbed.
With this sensational marriage that shook Shengjing, the situation in the capital became once again murky, while Wen Xiang maintained neutrality.
On the third day after the wedding, according to custom, we returned to my family’s home.
When we arrived at the Zhu Gate of the Chancellor’s Residence, Wen Qing and her companion had just disembarked from their carriage, and we happened to cross paths.
The flash of anger in Wen Qing's eyes quickly vanished; it was not only her anger at being deceived by me but also a sense of unwillingness at being overshadowed by this mute.
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