Chapter 500 - Transfer the Anger on Others, the Wrath that Cannot Be Quenched (1/2)

You Yue’e was ordered to live in the back yard of the King Yan’s Manor and prayed for the dead Second Consort Mo for a month, cleared her name and gave her justice.

As Consort Yan, she had to pray for a second consort, which was simply like a slap on You Yue’e’s face. When she heard the punishment, she blushed as if her face was about to bleed. Praying for that b.i.t.c.h, Mo Xueqiong? Did she still have the dignity of Consort Yan? Moreover, she was asked to clear her name. How to do it?

To clear her name, she had to explain what had happened that day, but how could she explain what had happened that day?

It not only involved Feng Yulei, but also involved her elder brother. If these were exposed, the whole Mingguo Manor would be finished.

“Your Majesty, I want to see His Majesty. How can I, as Consort Yan, pray for a second consort? If I do it, how am I going to behave and meet people? Your Majesty, I can’t afford to lose face!” The two guards had left. You Yue’e difficultly got up from the ground, her eyes filled with tears, crying to the Empress. She felt so wronged that drops of tears fell one after another.

She had never suffered such a grievance before or after her marriage!

“As Consort Yan, you can’t pray for a second consort, but what if you are also a second consort or a concubine? Will you feel at ease if His Majesty puts you down as a concubine? You Yue’e, have you suffered a recent blow to the head? You deserve to be immediately dismissed as a concubine because of your mistakes. You are very lucky to continue to be Consort Yan. Don’t ask to see His Majesty. If something really happens to Mo Xuetong, you can’t avoid the punishment!” she cried out sharply.

Finding You Yue’e still did not clear the situation, the Empress who was just relieved flew into a rage. She felt her chest pain. Today her mood fluctuated too much, first depressed, then exhilarated, then repressed. She had been overcome with vexation for a long time.

By the time she had reached the last part of the speech, the Empress was looking hideous and forbidding.

Looking at the Empress’ expression and listening to her scold, You Yue’e felt as if being splashed by cold water, and she suddenly woke up. She s.h.i.+vered uncontrollably, and the scowl subsided from her face in an instant. Remembering her situation, she turned pale and lost her color.

They had no idea how Mo Xuetong was now. If she really had something, the Emperor would not let her off so easily.

“Your Majesty, what shall I do now?”

“Now go back to your manor, and obey His Majesty’s orders. I don’t care what you do, you must clear the name of the second consort and save His Majesty’s wrath,” the Empress replied coldly.

Whether or not Mo Xuetong was in a bad condition, they must now let the Emperor know that the Empress and King Yan knew their place and would not up to something. She would do whatever the Emperor ordered, however difficult it might be. Both she and the Emperor knew that Mo Xueqiong was not a good person. But now that the Emperor had ordered them to do so, they must do it well, so that he would be less suspicious of King Yan.

When You Yue’e was sober, she understood the seriousness of the matter. “Got it, I will go out of the palace now,” she immediately responded.

Then she did not stay any longer and went back to King Yan’s Manor with her people.

On this day, King Yan’s Manor was bound to be uneasy. During the day, it was attacked by the people. Even King Yan and Consort Yan were thrown rotten eggs, causing them to lose face. Another thing happened in the evening: one the way back from the palace, Consort Yan was thrown out the carriage as the carriage crashed into a tree, which might be because of the dark.

The people who followed Consort Yan helped her up, only to find that her leg was broken by something.

Mo Xuetong was unconscious. Vaguely, she felt herself falling into a familiar and big embrace, and then she was picked up.

“Yuran?” she asked with some difficulty. Shadows were fluttering before her eyes, and she felt a splitting headache and a tightness in her chest that made her want to vomit but could not. She felt as if she were suffocating.

“It’s me. You rest first and don’t talk.” There was a tone of seriousness in Feng Yuran’s voice, which it didn’t usually carry.

Someone put a hand on her wrist and examined her pulse. Someone seemed to be saying something, but she could not hear very well, for there was a constant buzzing in her head.

She heard him sneer and say, “It just broke her leg. It isn’t a big deal.”

“Who broke the leg, me?” Mo Xuetong wanted to open her eyes to see what was happening, or to clear her mind, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn’t open them. She only moved a little and felt as if she had used up all her strength.

“Don’t move. You’re tired. Just sleep. It’s all right. You’ll be okay if you have some rest.” Feng Yuran picked her up in his arms, his eyes flas.h.i.+ng with anger.

“Your Highness, the medicinal bath is ready,” reported Mo Lan.

Feng Yuran nodded and strode to the back with Mo Xuetong in his arms. At the same time, he ordered, “Off you go.”

“Yes!” A few maids dared not say more and retreated to the other side of the bathroom.