Madam, did she abuse the scum today?

Chapter 23 The Law of Peace in the World

Clenching the jade tablet tightly in his hand, Murong Jing closed his eyes, suppressed the pain in his heart, and looked up at Junfu above, "Father, my son will leave."

"Ah."

The furious Murong Yun waved his hand impatiently, and the next moment, he didn't know what to think of, his sharp eyes fell on Murong Jing's pale face, and he whispered a meaningful word with his lips.

"Third brother, you can't have both fish and bear's paws at the same time. The world is safe and secure. You should go back and think about it. Also, during this period of time, you should stay at home to recuperate your injuries. Leave it to your brother."

A word of recuperating well directly took away the authority that he had so hard to hold in his hands.

Murong Jing raised his head sharply, and looked at him unwillingly, "Father, my son is in good health. This small injury is not a problem. You can continue to work. Besides..."

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Murong Yun who looked unhappy.

"Okay, third child, this matter is settled like this, you can go back."

The cold and hard words are loud and undeniable!

"it is good."

With one word, Murong Jing almost exhausted all the strength in his body.

Unwillingly, he lowered his head, his slightly drooping eyelids covered the madness and cruelty in his eyes.

The expression on his pale face was dark and bloodthirsty, and Murong Jing clenched his hands hanging by his sides tightly. His nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and a crescent-shaped mark was dug out on the palm of his hand. Straws of blood spilled out, and soon , his palm became moist.

But he didn't seem to notice it.

Murong Yun was very satisfied with his answer, and the anger in his heart eased a little.

Glancing at his pale face, Murong Yun showed a rare trace of worry on his face.

Getting up and walking in front of him, leaning over to lift him up from the ground with her own hands, Murong Yun patted his shoulder lightly.

"Go, go back and take care of your wounds. Also, tell Chu Xingwan that since you have joined the royal family, you should live in peace, otherwise..."

Murong Yun didn't say the following words, but he knew that his son was a smart man and would understand what he meant.

Murong Jing staggered and nodded lightly, resisting the piercing pain in his back, holding the jade tablet tightly, and staggered towards the palace gate.

The gurgling blood flowed down his body, forming a meandering stream on the ground.

Murong Yun quietly looked at his stumbling back, with a complicated expression on his face.

Third child, the Gu family is not something we can provoke, I hope you can understand my painstaking efforts.

Outside the main hall, when a woman in smoky blue clothes saw his staggering figure, she immediately turned and left.

As soon as Murong Jing stepped out of the palace gate, he caught sight of that figure fleeing in a hurry.

Looking at the direction in which the woman disappeared, he sneered, a bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes.

Don't be afraid of jumping beams and clowns.

With a cold snort, Murong Jing endured the severe pain and straightened his back. He looked back at the brightly lit hall, and a strange light flashed across his eyes, which was fleeting.

Murong Ling!
He pressed his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and his back molars were grinding, and he almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

Every word, with a bone-destroying cold killing intent.

Murong Ling, what you took away from me today, sooner or later, I will let you spit it out twice as much!
Tightening the jade tablet in his hand, Murong Jing raised his head and looked at the dark sky, the emotions hidden in his eyes were as deep as the thick night, and he kept secrets.

Gently tugging at the corners of her lips, drawing a sinister arc, she stepped into the night.

In the hall, Murong Yun looked away, muttered something softly, then got up and left the hall.

As for what he said, no one knows.

……

If one were to talk about the changes in today's wedding, who would be the happiest and proudest, it would be Empress Zhao's mother and son.

Empress Zhao was born in a famous family. Her grandfather was a cabinet minister, her father was an official minister, and her mother came from a century-old Zanying family. With a prominent background, she is truly the proud daughter of heaven.

However, the proud woman of heaven is domineering, cruel, and jealous, and she doesn't have the gentleness and virtuousness that a famous lady should have.

After entering the palace as a queen, instead of restraining her temperament, she became more flamboyant and wanton.

Because of her jealous temperament, she did not know how much she had done to strangle the court lady's favorite concubine.

If it wasn't for the protection of her mother clan, she would have died thousands of times already.

Empress Zhao has one son, the second son, named Murong Yue.

As a descendant of the middle palace, he should have been the best candidate for the crown prince.

However, God failed to fulfill his wishes. Since he was born, he has been suffering from stubborn diseases, unable to stand and walk, and his heart is also congenitally deficient.

Throughout the ages, there has never been a crown prince with a hidden disease in the empire.

Therefore, even if he is the son of the middle palace, even if Murong Yun is willing to make him the crown prince, the civil and military people of the Manchu Dynasty and the people of the empire will not be willing to let a man with a handicap be their crown prince.

What's more, because of Empress Zhao and the power of the mother clan behind her, in order to avoid the dictatorship of her relatives, Murong Yun never thought about making him the heir apparent from the beginning to the end.

However, Empress Zhao didn't know about this matter, and Murong Yue didn't accept her fate either!
At this time, in Fengluan Palace.

Wearing a rose red embroidered peony cheongsam and painted with exquisite makeup, Empress Zhao leaned on the beauty couch with her head propped on one hand, with an extremely joyful smile on her face.

In front of her, Murong Yue, who was pale and almost transparent, was quietly sitting in the wheelchair, with one hand on his knee, and the other clenched into a fist, coughing unceasingly.

His face was extremely beautiful, perhaps it was because of chronic illness all year round, lingering on the sick bed all day long, and not seeing the sun, his face was not as handsome and gentle as Murong Jing's, but rather feminine.

Especially his starry eyes, which are the same as Murong Jing's, should be filled with stars, but at this moment, they are filled with endless sorrow and sadness, as well as the longing for freedom.

A proper sick beauty.

His eyes are like a curse, as long as anyone who meets his eyes will involuntarily have a desire to protect him.

Seeing her son coughing badly, the smile on Queen Zhao's face disappeared instantly.

Get up and walk in front of him, pat his back lightly for him, look worriedly at his transparent face, "Yue'er, are you okay?"

In the words, the deep heartache is about to overflow.

Swallowing the blood in his mouth calmly, Murong Yue seemed to wipe the corner of his mouth unintentionally, looked at his mother's worried face with a smile on his face, and shook his head gently.

A gentle voice comforted her, "Don't worry, queen mother, I'm fine."

"Coughing so badly, look at you, your face is frighteningly pale, and you still say you're okay?"

Frowning in dissatisfaction, Queen Zhao complained in a low voice.

Murong Yue laughed softly when he saw this, "Mother, I'm really fine, I just have a little cold, and I'll be fine in two days. Besides, I've gotten used to it over the years, it's because you're too nervous .”

(End of this chapter)