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Could it be that someone is framing the Third Prince!?
Upon considering this possibility, Aotian Xue felt a jolt of alarm within her.
After all, her father's health was deteriorating day by day. Although the First Prince and other princes who could obstruct her Third Prince had already been dealt with, one could never be too cautious.
Could it be that the remnants of those princes were trying to frame her Third Prince!?
If that were the case, they truly had some nerve to harm her Third Prince in the Celestial Yuan Dynasty.
While Aotian Xue was lost in thought, Little Dezi lowered his head and pondered for a moment before speaking up.
That day, a palace maid accompanied the Third Prince in the Pavilion for drinks!
"A palace maid!?"
"Yes, at that time, I saw the Third Prince having fun with that palace maid, so I kept my distance and didn't dare to interrupt."
The palace maid recounted the events as they were.
However, upon hearing this, Aotian Xue immediately retorted.
"You fool! Do you think I don't know my Third Prince's character!? How could the Third Prince possibly be enjoying himself with a mere servant girl!?"
Aotian Xue exclaimed, and it was no wonder she reacted this way.
After all, she and her Third Prince shared the same mother; she knew his character all too well!
He had never been interested in women, so how could he possibly be mingling with a palace maid!?
As Aotian Xue contemplated this, Little Dezi heard her furious outburst and immediately fell to his knees with a thud, his face filled with distress as he stammered.
"Reporting to the Fourth Princess, I dare not speak falsely. The maid's name is Peach Blossom. If you wish, I can summon her now."
Seeing Little Dezi's serious expression, Aotian Xue furrowed her brows before speaking.
"Very well, let her come to see me!"
"Yes."
After Little Dezi left, it wasn't long before she returned with a maid.
At that moment, Aotian Xue was seated in the opulent grand hall.
It was afternoon, and the sunlight outside was enchanting. The golden rays slanted in, illuminating the already luxurious hall even more extravagantly!
Today, Aotian Xue was still dressed in her splendid attire.
She wore a fashionable bright red pleated skirt, cinched at the waist with a wide golden ribbon. Her long hair, as dark as ink, was styled into a high crescent-shaped bun.
Adorning her hair were numerous exquisite ornaments that accentuated her noble and radiant appearance.
Her already alluring face was further enhanced by delicate makeup, making her look both charming and regal.
However, the determination in her brows suggested that she was not someone easy to deal with.
As Little Dezi led the maid in, Aotian Xue reached for a cup of fragrant tea and savored it slowly.
When Little Dezi and the maid Peach Blossom entered, they both knelt and bowed to Aotian Xue.
"Reporting to the Fourth Princess, the person you requested has been brought here."
"Peach Blossom greets the Fourth Princess. May the Fourth Princess be blessed."
After Little Dezi and Maid Peach Blossom paid their respects, Aotian Xue merely responded with a light "Mm," acknowledging them.
Immediately, Beautiful Eyes lightly swept her gaze towards the palace maid who was kneeling on the ground.
The maid had her head bowed and her eyes lowered, making it difficult to see her face. However, her figure was curvaceous and quite appealing.
Seeing this, Aotian Xue leisurely spoke up.
"Raise your head so I can see you."
"Yes."
Upon hearing Aotian Xue's words, the maid, Peach Blossom, slowly lifted her face from the ground.
Her eyes were filled with a mix of fear and confusion as she looked at the noblewoman seated before her.
After all, Peach Blossom did not understand why this princess had summoned her for no apparent reason.
Though she had never met the Fourth Princess, she had heard many stories about her.
It was said that the Fourth Princess was arrogant and ruthless. Thus, Peach Blossom felt a deep sense of dread in her heart.
In contrast to the terrified Peach Blossom, Aotian Xue, who sat leisurely in her seat, froze for a moment when she caught sight of the familiar face of the maid below.
Her hand, which had been slightly lifting the teacup, suddenly stilled.
Her alluring eyes widened in shock as they fixed on the maid's face.
A mix of surprise, astonishment, anger, and realization flickered in Aotian Xue's gaze.
The complexity of emotions in Aotian Xue's eyes made it impossible to decipher her thoughts.
Then, without warning, Aotian Xue stood up abruptly from her seat, and in one swift motion, hurled the teacup towards Peach Blossom.
With a scream echoing through the room, the teacup struck Peach Blossom's head, leaving her bloodied and injured as she knelt on the ground.
Peach Blossom did not understand what was happening. However, after being struck on the head, she immediately fell to the ground, pleading loudly for mercy.
"Fourth Princess, please spare my life! Fourth Princess, please spare my life..."
Though she had no idea what she had done wrong, in this vast palace, everyone was her master.
Everyone's power outweighed hers, so even if she didn't know how she had offended this particular master, it was best to plead for mercy at the first opportunity.
In contrast to Peach Blossom, who was trembling and begging on her knees, Aotian Xue's anger had not subsided.
After all, when she looked at the woman before her and saw her face, it only fueled her fury further.
Fuming inside, Aotian Xue suddenly seemed to think of something. She took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice.
"Tell me, on the night the Third Prince nearly drowned, you were with him, weren't you? Did you push the Third Prince into the water? Speak the truth; otherwise, I won't spare you!"
Aotian Xue said fiercely. Upon hearing this, Peach Blossom disregarded her bleeding head and hurriedly began to explain what she knew.
"Fourth Princess, I am wronged! Yes, that night I was serving the Third Prince in the Pavilion while he drank. But then a woman suddenly appeared, and afterward, the Third Prince ordered me to leave. I truly do not know what happened after that."
"A woman appeared!?"
Upon hearing Peach Blossom's words, Aotian Xue furrowed her brows and immediately asked,
"Do you know who that woman was?"
"Um, well..."
Peach Blossom thought for a moment after hearing Aotian Xue's question. Then as if recalling something important, she spoke up.
"I wasn't sure who that woman was at the time. However, when I had walked far away, I heard the Third Prince call out 'Xin'er.'"
"What!? The Third Prince called her Xin'er!"
Upon hearing "Peach Blossom," Aotian Xue's beautiful eyes widened in shock, filled with a mix of disbelief and anger.
However, Aotian Xue should have guessed it by now.
After all, the moment she laid eyes on the palace maid standing before her, the woman she despised the most came to mind.
Listening to the maid's words, it seemed that the Third Prince had feelings for that woman as well...
Could it be that the Third Prince also liked that damned woman!?
At this thought, Aotian Xue's heart jolted.
Immediately, memories flooded back to the day of the Celestial Emperor's birthday celebration when the Third Prince returned with that woman.
Moreover, the Third Prince had been injured because of her...
As this realization struck her, Aotian Xue felt a wave of shock wash over her, quickly followed by a surge of resentment rising within her heart.
Why!?
What was so special about that woman!?
She only had a pitiful face; why did everyone adore her so much!?
Leng Yixuan felt this way too, and even the Third Prince...
At this point, Aotian Xue's burning anger coiled around her heart like a venomous snake.
Her carefully adorned face twisted with rage and resentment, becoming increasingly grotesque.
In that moment, she resembled a Mother Yasha, terrifying to behold.
Seeing Aotian Xue's fierce expression and the malevolence radiating from her...
Inside the grand hall, Little Dezi and Peach Blossom dared not even breathe.
After all, everyone knew the ruthlessness of the Fourth Princess was beyond imagination.
However, Peach Blossom feared that the Fourth Princess might vent her anger on her due to the Third Prince's near-drowning. She also thought about how she had finally caught the Third Prince's eye and was on the verge of becoming his woman.
She knew her status was lowly, but even being a Concubine to the Third Prince was better than being a despised maid in the palace, trampled upon at will.
Who would have thought that her good fortune would be shattered by another woman?
Now, she was being treated this way by the Fourth Princess.
Thinking of this, Peach Blossom felt an overwhelming anger and blamed everything on Xin'er.
With that, Peach Blossom raised her eyes and immediately spoke up.
“The only one left accompanying the Third Prince is that woman named Xin'er. I believe the Third Prince's drowning incident must be related to her. I ask the Fourth Princess to investigate!”
Peach Blossom said with certainty.
Upon hearing this, Aotian Xue's anger deepened.
Red Lips opened her mouth and said, “Xin'er, is it you!?”
The thought of her respected brother nearly drowning because of Xin'er, combined with the fact that the man she liked was set to marry that woman next month, filled Aotian Xue with rage and resentment.
In her life, she had never failed to obtain what she desired.
Since childhood, everyone had spoiled and indulged her. Even if she wanted to reach for the moon in the sky, they would surely build a ladder for her to climb up and pluck it down.
But she had fallen for a man for the first time, yet this man did not return her feelings.
Because in his heart, he already had another woman.
Why was that!?
Was that woman really so special!?
Was she worth all the men she liked falling for her!?
She was unwilling to accept it!
Thinking of this, Aotian Xue's beautifully depicted eyes narrowed slightly, a murderous intent rising within them.
Because this woman filled her with disgust; she had to die, she must die!
With this thought, Aotian Xue's gaze lightly swept downwards, landing on Peach Blossom below.
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