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Chapter 6: Sisterly Affection
After returning from the prison, Chenyu Palace became a forbidden area; no one could enter without Yan Zhi Xi's permission.
In the afternoon after Yan Zhi Xi left, Wen Ruxue arrived with a group of palace maids. As Yan Zhi Xi's favored consort, no one dared to stop her.
On that day, Wen Ruxue wore a red outer garment, which made her skin appear even more delicate and her complexion as vibrant as peach blossoms.
She greeted Wen Qingyu, saying, "I heard my sister has been unwell, so Xue Er specially brought some tonics to visit you."
Wen Qingyu looked at this woman, who had once been like a sister to her, and felt a chill in her heart.
"Consort Xue, I cannot accept your address of sister. Ever since you poisoned my tea and then framed me for your own mistake, our bond has been severed."
"It seems you are not as foolish as I thought." Wen Ruxue dropped her pretense, a mocking smile curling at the corners of her lips. "Since you know that, let me tell you another thing."
"The Wen Family did not need to be exterminated; it was I who spread the rumor that the Wen Family hired assassins to deliberately kill me. The Emperor already viewed Minister Wen as a thorn in his side, so he naturally seized the opportunity to eradicate them."
These words struck like thunder, causing Wen Qingyu to clutch her chest and tremble uncontrollably.
How foolish she had been in the past to consider this scheming woman a close friend.
Wen Ruxue leaned closer and suddenly grabbed her hand.
Wen Qingyu felt disgusted and wanted to pull away, but Wen Ruxue screamed and fell to the ground. The teacup on the low table shattered into pieces.
"Sister, why are you treating me like this!" Wen Ruxue raised her face and questioned pitifully.
Wen Qingyu was startled by her sudden change in expression, and from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of someone in a bright yellow outfit entering through the door.
"Wen Qingyu, you have some nerve!"
Yan Zhi Xi was furious, and with a slap, she knocked Wen Qingyu to the ground.
Half of Wen Qingyu's face was swollen. She swayed as she struggled to stand up, watching as Yan Zhi Xi cherished Wen Ruxue in her arms, silently laughing.
She really was foolish, falling for this woman's tricks time and again.
Wen Ruxue's face was streaked with tears as she called out to the Emperor in grievance.
Yan Zhi Xi checked and found that Wen Ruxue was unharmed, then sighed in relief. "Xue Er, without my permission, don't run around next time. If it weren't for Peach Blossom reporting in time today, what would I do if something happened to you?"
"Xue Er just wanted to see Sister; I didn't expect..." Wen Ruxue bit her lip, wanting to say more but hesitating.
Yan Zhi Xi grew even angrier, pointing at Wen Qingyu. "Wen Qingyu, do you think that now you are Xue Er's medicine person and that I can't do anything about you?"
"I wouldn't dare."
"What do you have to be afraid of? You don't even bow when you see me now." Yan Zhi Xi said sternly: "Kneel down."
Wen Qingyu looked at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, gritted her teeth, and knelt down. The sharp shards pierced her skin, but she felt no pain at all.
Yan Zhi Xi glanced at Wen Qingyu and coldly said, "Consort Yu has such great strength; just kneel here and reflect. You are not allowed to get up without my permission."
After that, Yan Zhi Xi picked up Wen Ruxue and strode out without stopping.
Wen Ruxue weakly nestled in Yan Zhi Xi's arms, but her eyes held an undisguised smugness as she looked at Wen Qingyu.
Wen Qingyu knelt for a full three hours. When Peach Blossom helped her up, her knees were already stained red with blood.
After the imperial physician bandaged her wounds, he reminded Wen Qingyu not to get them wet to avoid infection.
She sneered; it was just some superficial injuries. Even if she had lost half her life, Yan Zhi Xi would never let her off for the sake of his Xue Er.
Sure enough, when the time came, Peach Blossom promptly sent someone in with the prepared medicinal concoction.
"Your Highness, please take a bath."
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