The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 109 Consort Lin Regains Favor (2)

After Emperor Jing left, Afang came in to talk to Jing Anle. At this moment, Jing Anle was full of energy and his eyes were brimming with vitality. He was no longer as weak as he had been just moments before.

"Your Highness really frightened me today," Afang said, patting her chest as she spoke, still shaken.

Jing Anle got off the bed, smoothed her hair with her slender fingers, and said as she walked, "You reacted quickly today."

“It was the county magistrate who started the fight and often offended the princess. It’s a shame that the princess treated her so well before. I feel sorry for the princess!” Afang said indignantly.

"In the past?" Jing Anle snorted coldly, "Don't worry, her good days won't last long!"

Today, she feigned fainting and framed Jing Rou. The news will likely spread throughout the palace soon. Moreover, Emperor Jing loves his daughter dearly, and given the previous rumors, he is probably very suspicious of Prince Qing, and may even be considering killing him.

That's fine too; by a twist of fate, it saved Emperor Jing the trouble of suspecting Prince Qing.

……

Yunqing Palace.

I thought tonight would be a dark night, but unexpectedly a bright moon rose, casting a soft, gentle light.

The night was deep, and the candlelight flickered. Consort Lin was flipping through a medical book in the dim light. The flame was small, and only one candle was lit. Although she was a consort, she had no favor from the emperor and relied on her monthly allowance to cover her expenses, so she had to be frugal.

"His Majesty……"

The weather has been getting colder lately, and Dongxue wanted to add a new dress for Consort Lin, but when she went out, she unexpectedly bumped into a majestic figure. When she looked up, she was shocked to see that it was Emperor Jing. She was so frightened that she could only utter two words.

"Where is your empress?" Emperor Jing asked coldly, without looking to the side.

Dongxue unconsciously swallowed and said respectfully, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty is reading inside!"

"Let's stick with those medical books."

Before Dongxue could answer, Emperor Jing continued, "It's so late, aren't you afraid of ruining your eyes?" His tone seemed somewhat worried.

Thinking that her plan had worked, Dongxue hurriedly said, "This servant will go and inform Your Highness to welcome His Majesty." With that, she turned to leave.

"Stop!" Emperor Jing shouted.

"Who said I was going in!"

"This servant deserves to die!" Dongxue realized in an instant that she had said the wrong thing and knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Tell your master that it's late and windy, be careful not to catch a cold." With that, Emperor Jing flicked his sleeves and left.

However, Eunuch Wei, who was by Emperor Jing's side, glanced back at Dongxue, which puzzled Dongxue. She could only rush in to tell Consort Lin, not even bothering to grab her clothes.

The night was quiet, and the sound of winter snow pushing open the door was particularly jarring.

"Miss!"

Consort Lin then raised her head and looked at Dongxue. Although it was only a side profile of Consort Lin, dressed in a white robe, she was even more beautiful and moving. Dongxue was stunned and thought to herself that it would be great if His Majesty came in.

"What is it?" Consort Lin's calm voice startled Dongxue.

"Just now, His Majesty came!" Dongxue exclaimed excitedly, her dark eyes shining with anticipation.

Consort Lin only paused for a moment before lowering her head to continue reading. However, because she was thinking about other things, the words in front of her gradually became unclear, but she did not reveal her thoughts.

"Your Highness?" Dongxue was puzzled and walked over to Consort Lin. "Just now His Majesty said that Your Highness should not strain your eyes while reading, and should not catch a cold. His Majesty is concerned about Your Highness!"

"It's not time yet." Lin Fei simply closed the book and turned to look at Dong Xue.

"He is the current emperor; it will always take some time."

I once received imperial favor, but my pride and aloofness prevented me from taking his place. Now, however, I realize how foolish I was. In the harem, without favor, there is no power; one is merely a fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of others!

The next day.

The residence of the Marquis of Pingchang.

"Attending a birthday banquet and bringing back a marriage proposal!" said Lady Wu Zhihua of the Marquis's Mansion, displeased.

The legitimate daughter, Murong Ruoyan, and the illegitimate daughter, Murong Qingyun, dared not utter a word.

Murong Chong is currently ill, and Wu Zhihua is in charge of the household affairs. She already dislikes Murong Peifeng, and now he has taken it upon himself to marry a concubine. Although this concubine is of high status, Murong Peifeng's decision to act first and inform her later has truly angered her.

"Mother, it is my fault, please forgive me!" Now that things have come to this, he still needs the identity of the Prince of Pingchang, and he cannot break his promise and not marry Jingrong, lest he be ridiculed in the capital. He can only swallow his pride and play the role of a star-crossed lovers.

"Hmph! You're all grown up now, and I'm too old to control you!" Wu Zhihua said angrily.

She didn't know why, but she just couldn't like Murong Peifeng. It was fine when he didn't make a mistake, but when he did, she felt even more unhappy.

“Mother, you don’t look old at all. Aunt Fang just said the other day that you’re very well-maintained!” Murong Ruoyan seized the opportunity and quickly stepped forward to greet Wu Zhihua affectionately.

Looking at her only daughter, Wu Zhihua's anger softened, and her expression instantly became gentle. "You're so good with words!"

“Mother, I’m just stating the facts,” Murong Ruoyan said coquettishly.

Wu Zhihua knew that her daughter wanted to plead for Murong Peifeng, so she pretended to be angry and said, "What? You want to plead for your brother?"

"No one knows a daughter better than her mother. Mother, since my brother has someone else in his heart, please don't blame him, okay?"

The mother and daughter were very affectionate, while Murong Qingyun, standing beside them, just timidly lowered her head.

After speaking, Murong Ruoyan gave Murong Peifeng a wink, wanting him to continue.