readsfreenovel Chapter 83
Chapter 83
Nalan Jingwen glanced at Cheng He, who had a worried look on his face, and found it somewhat amusing.
Perhaps only Cheng He would say that the original owner was so good?
In her eyes, no matter how wicked or hateful her wise king was, he would always be the best.
So that's why she disliked Rong Hengyu?
She looked at Cheng He and chuckled softly.
"Everyone says that I am an extremely dissolute and lecherous man, but you are the only one who says that I am a good person."
Cheng He straightened up and said defiantly, "Your Highness, I watched you grow up. I know you best. They don't understand at all. When you were a child, you would pick up injured birds that fell to the ground and heal their wounds before putting them back on the tree. You are a kind person, not the despicable person they describe."
“It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t left the palace because of some things, you wouldn’t be like this now. I know you must have suffered a lot of injustices. You’re not a bad child.”
As she spoke, tears welled in her eyes, and she looked extremely regretful.
Everyone is saying bad things about you, how annoying you are, and finding fault with you, but she's the only one who says you're not a bad kid.
Nalan Jingwen stood there stunned for a moment, the tears in her eyes seemed genuine.
Wasn't the original owner like that before?
In her memory, Cheng He did indeed leave the palace. It seemed that after Cheng He returned, the original owner's personality had indeed undergone a complete change. Originally, she hadn't dwelled too much on memories from so long ago, but now...
She discovered that what she was missing was not just one or two memories.
Why is it?
What caused this?
She looked down at Cheng He, who was secretly wiping away tears, and her heart stirred slightly. "Don't cry. No matter how much you dislike the King Consort, you are not allowed to show it too obviously. No matter what, he is already my King Consort. Things can't be undone. You must respect him as you would respect me."
Although Cheng He was reluctant, he still nodded in agreement.
"Old slave knows."
"Let's go, go home."
After saying that, she lifted her foot to leave, but the sound coming from afar made her stop again.
She stood there listening for a while, then gave Cheng He a look, and the latter immediately understood, covering his mouth and nodding.
Walking in that direction, we came to a desolate palace, almost deserted.
Nalan Jingwen stood under the eaves, quietly watching the scene not far away.
Several servants dressed in palace attire were punching and kicking a man in a corner. He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Eat, eat, eat! How can you not eat yourself to death? All you ever think about is eating! You think you can eat with such a meager salary?"
"You expect us to serve you? You're just a prince abandoned by the late emperor. What kind of prince are you?"
"So what if you have this face? You look like a vixen, I wonder who you're trying to seduce? There are no women here, no one to seduce for you!"
He kicked them twice more. Even though he was beaten like that, the man didn't utter a sound. He curled up on the ground, but his eyes were fixed on the men, like a fierce little wolf with a menacing look.
Perhaps provoked by his gaze, the men struck even harder.
"What are you glaring at me for? I'll gouge your eyes out if you glare at me again!"
"Just like your vixen father!"
Nalan Jing found it uninteresting; they were just those sycophantic, power-hungry servants in the palace who wanted to curry favor with the powerful. He wouldn't have come over if he hadn't heard the word "prince."
She turned to leave, and Cheng He glanced at her, then looked over there, but said nothing and followed Nalan Jingwen away.
Suddenly, a muffled groan was heard, the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.
Then came a scream, "You!!"
The words were cut off before they could be spoken, the sound of something sharp piercing flesh.
Nalan Jingwen paused and looked back. The servants who had been shouting earlier were now lying on the ground, their eyes closed and their fates unknown. The man who had been lying on the ground being beaten was now riding on top of someone, holding a stone in his hand and smashing it down hard, again and again, as if venting his anger.
It's unclear how long he smashed the stones, but as if all his strength had left him, the stones rolled to the ground, with a dagger lying nearby.
He sat on the ground, glanced at the people on the ground, slowly stood up, dragged one person to the edge of the pond, and threw the person in.
Cheng He stared in disbelief, his mouth agape but he dared not utter a word.
Nalan Jingwen turned and walked towards the man who was struggling to drag the corpse.
"Do you need help?"
The man was startled by the sudden sound and immediately turned around to stare at her warily, his large eyes filled with danger.
Nalan Jingwen looked at his fair face, which was stained with a few drops of blood. His skin was as white as snow, as if he had never been exposed to the sun. His lips were red without any makeup. He was an extremely handsome young man.
Without replying, he glanced at the corpse on the ground and said again, "Do you need my help? By the time you've dealt with the body, the patrolling guards will have already discovered it."
The man kept his eyes fixed on her, not daring to let his guard down, while inwardly he was thinking about how to kill the woman in front of him.
Nalan Jingwen saw through his thoughts, but simply smiled faintly.
Instead of thinking about how to kill me, you should think about how to dispose of these corpses.
They were about to leave when he unexpectedly resisted.
The man stared at her, his tone fierce, "It's none of your business!"
"Then you can continue, I won't bother you anymore."
After saying that, she left without looking back, leaving the man standing there in a daze.
The smile on Nalan Jingwen's face faded the instant he turned around.
"Go and find out which prince he is."
"Yes."
Her mother had many children, but she and Nalan Fengxing were her only daughters. The rest were mostly princes, some of whom were married off to foreign rulers, some died young, and some were starved or tortured to death because they were not favored. Now there are no princes left in the palace.
Unexpectedly, there was another one, which also seemed to have been forgotten.
The original owner never cared about those princes. When she was young, she was basically only surrounded by a few favored little princes. Later, they were sent away for political marriages, and the unfavored ones never even saw her face. So she had no idea who they were.
Since the man has refused her help, let fate decide.
Upon returning to the manor, Hongyun immediately came to greet him.
"My lord, you are back!"
Nalan Jingwen nodded. "What is it?"
"Wang Fu has been waiting for you to have your meal."
She paused slightly and looked over.
Didn't he say he would stay in the palace for his meal? Why is he waiting for her?
After thinking about it, I decided to go to Rong Hengyu's courtyard.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw Rong Hengyu sitting at the table, sleeping with his head propped up by his hand. Even while sleeping, he still exuded elegance, and the table was covered with a whole table of dishes.
A complex look flashed in her eyes as she stepped inside.
Hearing footsteps, the light sleeper slowly woke up and smiled the moment he saw Nalan Jingwen.
"My lord, you are back."