I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 318 It's Time to Have a Prince

[Tsk tsk, these Southeast Asian merchants are truly despicable! On the surface, they're in the business of reselling goods, but secretly they're involved in nothing but trafficking women!]

[He specifically targets beautiful women in remote villages, promising them a life of luxury and deceiving them until they follow him with hope for the future, only to sell them off later.]

[The better ones are sold as wives or concubines; the worse ones are sent directly to brothels, where they can't escape and their lives are ruined.]

Chu Liuzheng flipped through the records of the misdeeds of the Southeast Asian merchants, growing angrier with each reading.

[Pah! He harmed so many people, and died after only one stab wound? He got off too easily!]

Xiao Jingfan wholeheartedly agreed.

Punishment is only effective on the living, but unfortunately, they are already dead.

Having gotten no further information from the Duke of England, Xiao Jingfan told him to leave.

The Duke of England rose to take his leave, glancing at Feng Jing across from him with a chilling look in his eyes as he departed.

Feng Jing didn't notice.

He was lamenting that he had missed out on the Heavenly Lotus Fruit and was thinking about changing his request.

Consort Shu rose and said, "Your Majesty, the princess has probably woken up. I shall take my leave now."

Xiao Jingfan nodded slightly and instructed, "If the princess feels unwell, please send someone to inform me immediately."

"Yes," Consort Shu replied, curtsied, and left with her entourage.

Outside the palace, the Duke of England walked very slowly, intentionally waiting for her.

Consort Shu hurried a few steps to catch up and called out, "Father."

The Duke of England turned to look at her, his eyes filled with affection.

"All of you, step back." Consort Shu waved her hand, and Yan Hui immediately led the palace servants away, leaving the father and daughter to speak alone.

The Duke of England and the Duchess walked side by side.

The British commentator said, "His Majesty seems to have a high opinion of that Dr. Feng."

"His medical skills are extraordinary, and His Majesty certainly values ​​him highly," Consort Shu said softly. "This time, I was careless. I didn't expect him to know about the Heavenly Lotus Fruit, which almost implicated my father."

"How can there be any connection between father and daughter?" The Duke of England turned his head to look at his daughter. "I see you've lost a lot of weight. Has the poison you and the princess ingested been cured?"

Consort Shu nodded: "The poison of the Cold Marrow Powder is too overpowering and damages the body's foundation. It will be fine after some recuperation."

"That's good then." The Duke of England lowered his voice. "You always said that the princess was still young and that you should take care of her wholeheartedly. Now that the princess is three years old, it's time for you to have a prince."

Consort Shu froze.

The Duke of England looked at her and said, “These are things I, as your father, should not be saying to you, but your mother has broken her leg and the doctor has advised her to rest in bed and not to enter the palace for the time being.”

Consort Shu exclaimed in surprise, "How could Mother have injured her leg?"

British media reported: "She went to Xiangguo Temple to offer incense and pray for your well-being. It was raining that day, and she slipped and fell while going down the steps."

Consort Shu frowned and said angrily, "How are the servants serving us? They can't even support a person properly!"

“I have already punished those useless servants. Your mother is being taken care of, so you don’t need to worry too much. You should focus on your own affairs,” Ying said fairly. “Among the concubines in the harem, you are the only one who has given birth to a princess. You are the best.”

"But if the Empress is pregnant and gives birth to a prince, you should be aware of the consequences," he said earnestly. "No matter how good a princess is, she can never compare to a prince."

Consort Shu pursed her lips and remained silent.

The Duke of England continued, “His Majesty has no intention of holding a general election this year, and no new concubines will enter the palace, which is a good thing for you. While you are still young, you should devote more attention to His Majesty and give birth to a prince as soon as possible, which will be your guarantee for the future.”

Consort Shu was well aware of her father's ambitions. She clenched her handkerchief and replied softly, "I know, daughter."

The Duke of England smiled with satisfaction and sighed, "You have always been the one who has given your father the least trouble since you were little, unlike your second sister, who, even after getting married, still complains that she is not used to living at her husband's house and always comes home for a short stay, giving me a headache every day. You are the most sensible one."

Upon hearing this, Consort Shu's eyes darkened.

My younger sister got married. If she can't get used to living at her husband's house, she can go home. If she's been wronged, she can go home. But what about her?
Spending all day in this deep palace, gazing at the four directions of the sky, thinking ten steps ahead for every one step taken, not knowing when it will ever end.

The Duke of England looked at his promising daughter and said, "If you encounter any difficulties, just send a message home, and I will find a way to solve them for you."

Consort Shu nodded: "Thank you, Father."

"That's enough for now." The Duke of England walked forward with his hands behind his back. Consort Shu stood still, watching his figure gradually disappear into the distance.

The sun had disappeared behind thick clouds at some point, and muffled thunder rumbled in the sky.

The rain started falling, making the leaves outside the window crackle and pop.

"Your Highness, why is your face so pale? Are you feeling unwell?" In Zhaoyang Palace, Yan Hui helped Consort Shu sit down and asked with concern, "This servant will send someone to invite the imperial physician to take a look at you."

"No need, I'm just tired, I'll be fine after a rest." Consort Shu propped her head up, closed her eyes, and listened to the sound of rain falling outside the window.

Yan Hui squatted down to massage her legs, thinking that the Duke must have said something that touched his master's heart again.

She sighed secretly.

The master has already had it hard enough in this palace, so why can't the Duke be a little more understanding of the master, just like he is of the second young lady?

The room was quiet and still, with wisps of smoke rising from the small incense burner on the table, filling the room with a delicate fragrance.

"Change to calming incense." In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Chu Liuzheng directed the palace servants to tidy up the sleeping quarters so that the emperor could rest after his bath.

This was originally Zhou Yuande's job, but Eunuch Zhou had other things to do and didn't trust anyone else to do it, so he had to let Chu Liuzheng take over.

Chu Liuzheng glanced out the window and noticed that the rain was getting heavier.

The cold wind made the candlelight flicker, and the temperature, which had just risen slightly, seemed to drop again.

She hurriedly instructed people to change the bedding to thicker ones.

Xiao Anzi put the candlestick down: "Miss, take a look, is there anything else that's not right?"

Chu Liuzheng looked around and felt that it was about time.

She said, "When His Majesty returns, you should serve him carefully."

Upon hearing that she was about to leave, Xiao Anzi quickly grabbed her sleeve: "Miss, are you going back?"

Of course, who's going to keep watch if they can sleep?

Chu Liuzheng pulled his sleeve back and smiled, "Don't worry, your master will be back soon, you don't need to keep watch."

Xiao Anzi looked distressed and pleaded, "Miss, please wait for His Majesty to return before you leave."

"That won't do. What if the tyrant suddenly decides to make me play chess again? Staying to work overtime is too risky."

Chu Liuzheng waved his hand to leave, but before he could go out, Xiao Jingfan came in.

The steam from the hot soup gave his pale skin a rosy glow, adding a touch of languor to his handsome features. From his neck to his chest, he was covered in a pinkish-white hue, and a subtle fragrance wafted around him as he walked.

Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, as black as ink and as smooth as satin.

Her hair was slightly damp, with water droplets falling and leaving damp marks on her dark nightgown.

【Wow~】

Chu Liuzheng was overwhelmed by the sight of top-tier male beauty. While marveling at it, he couldn't help but let out a long, long whistle in his heart.

Xiao Jingfan frowned slightly. How did this whistle become sentient again?

Seeing Chu Liuzheng standing at the door, he asked, "Where are you going?"

[Time to go home!]

Xiao Jingfan's eyes flickered slightly. Before she could reply, he instructed Xiao Anzi to hand her a towel to dry her hair, and then sat down on the soft couch.

Chu Liuzheng: "..."

What did she just say?!
She resignedly took the handkerchief and went over to pat Xiao Jingfan's wet hair ends.

Wow, the tyrant's hair is really nice.

While drying her hair, she couldn't resist reaching out her paw and carefully touching it a couple of times.

It feels cool and refreshing, smooth and comfortable, and quite pleasant to the touch.

Xiao Jingfan: ?

Just as he was about to cause trouble for the audacious person behind him, a eunuch came to report that Xie Hui had urgent business to attend to.