The concubine is soft and charming, and the prince is willing to seduce her

Chapter 35: The Spirit-Sucking Monster

As the night ended and the day dawned, the raindrops wet the ground. Chai Hui was standing in front of the east door of Jiangyunxuan. Hearing some noise coming from inside, he quickly went in to serve.

While helping the prince change his clothes, he smiled and said, "Your Highness seems to be in a very good mood today."

In the past, whenever it rained, His Highness was in a very bad mood. Usually, His Highness would stand alone in front of the window, listening to the sound of rain hitting the steps, until dawn.

Unexpectedly, this time, by accident, she was able to help the prince sleep well. Yue Fengyi was indeed different from other concubines in the palace.

The prince straightened his sleeves and turned to look behind him. Through the thin curtain, he could vaguely see the person sleeping inside.

Thinking of her pitiful crying last night, his eyes were filled with warmth, and he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Speak softly, don't wake her up."

Chai Hui lowered his head, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Before leaving, the prince turned his head to glance at the square table. Yesterday's messy table curtain with blue lotus and arabesque pattern had been replaced with an apricot-colored table curtain with daylily pattern and tassels. There was no sign that anything had happened there.

With a smile on his face, he walked towards the door.

Nan Zhiyu woke up from the couch, feeling extremely sore all over. She tried to get up with her hands, but her arms were shaking like noodles, and she fell back into the quilt.

If it were a normal day, she would definitely not feel any pain, but Nan Zhiyu was almost broken apart after being tormented last night.

No matter how much she begged for mercy, the prince refused to let go of her frolicking with Concubine Mu.

"I really don't know who is more like a monster that sucks essence at night." Nan Zhiyu hit the pillow twice, venting her anger for her pitiful self last night.

"Young master?" Perhaps Lian Yue heard the noise in the room and hurriedly walked in with a cup of warm tea.

Nan Zhiyu was a little shy at first, until she didn't even have the strength to hold the teacup. She could only hold Lianyue's hand and slowly drink the tea, one sip at a time, to moisten her dry throat.

With Qingdai and Lianyue's help, Nan Zhiyu took a bath and had a massage comfortably. After the whole process, she felt relaxed all over and her spirits were much better than at the beginning.

She ate her meal slowly, and Qingdai then whispered a few words in her ear.

Nan Zhiyu's eyes flashed with surprise, "Are you sure?"

Qingdai looked solemn and nodded: "Xiao Guizi, who came to deliver the message, did say so. At this point, she is at the end of her rope."

Nan Zhiyu closed her eyes lightly. No matter whether this was a trap or not, she had her reasons to go, but not now.

A few days later, Xiao Guizi came again to tell her that Nan Zhiyu's injuries had almost healed, and she was relieved.

Accompanied by Lianyue and Qingdai, Nan Zhiyu entered Yi Qiu Palace again. This time, led by Xiao Guizi, they came to the palace maids' residence.

Xiao Guizi walked to a door and said, "Yue Fengyi, this is where Aunt Shuanghan lives."

"You guys stay outside and don't let anyone disturb you." Nan Zhiyu winked at Qingdai and the others, then turned around, pushed the door open and walked in.

Frost, who was lying on the narrow bed, heard footsteps and quickly opened his eyes, "You are finally here."

When she saw that the person coming was Nan Zhiyu, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Nan Zhiyu walked to a position one step away from the bed and stopped, "If you have anything to say, there is no one here now, you can say it."

The wound on Shuanghan's head had festered and oozing pus because it had not received timely treatment. These days, she lay in bed and couldn't help but regret why she had to be so loyal in the first place.
She was extremely loyal to her master, but he turned his head and forgot about her. If she had not been kind to her subordinates in the past few years, she would have starved to death if she had not been tortured to death.

"Yue Fengyi, there's no need to be so alert. I am no threat to you now." Shuanghan pulled a bitter smile on his face.

Nan Zhiyu shook her head. "Shuanghan, if you want me to live, you'd better tell me everything you know. Otherwise, if you lose this opportunity, you will..."

"I hope Yue Fengyi will keep his word." Shuanghan's chest rose and fell slightly, and she spoke weakly, "The young lady is not the Prime Minister's biological daughter. I'm afraid even the Prime Minister's wife doesn't know about this."

Nan Zhiyu found a small wooden stool and sat down, motioning for her to continue.

Shuanghan coughed twice and continued, "At first, I went to the study room on behalf of the Madam to see if Prime Minister Nan had finished his work, but I ran into him drunk.

I wanted to leave, but I heard the Prime Minister saying something intermittently: Alan, even if you are pregnant with his child, so what? You will never see him again in this life.

As for the rest, I am not sure. If Yue Fengyi wants to find out, I am afraid he still has to go to the Prime Minister."

Nan Zhiyu lowered her eyes, as if trying to tell the truth from lies in her words, "Just based on this vague statement, you want to make a deal with me?"

Shuanghan was worried that she would go back on her word, so she anxiously propped herself up and half sat up, breathing heavily and saying, "Yue Fengyi, do you know why you were sent to the palace to visit your relatives?"

When she saw Nan Zhiyu slowly sitting back down, she knew she had made the right bet. "They want to use you to bear a child, so that you can become a substitute who will never see the light of day. They even want to kill the mother and keep the child."

Nan Zhiyu had never expected that the mother would be killed and the child would be kept. She pretended that she could not accept this, stood up in panic, and retorted excitedly: "Why do you say that?"

Nan Zhiyu frowned, her eyes full of panic, "No matter how much my sister despises me, she would never do such a cruel thing as giving birth to a child through surrogacy or even killing the mother and leaving the child behind."

It was a small room made of a few thin wooden boards mixed with gray stone bricks. If one spoke a little louder inside, one could hear it clearly outside the door.

The prince must have known about this matter. She could take this opportunity to lay the matter out before him openly and see if she could gain some sympathy from the prince.

"I will order someone to treat your injuries. Whether you can survive depends on your ability."

Nan Zhiyu ran out of the house in a trance, stumbling along the official road.

The drizzle fell on her body, but she didn't notice it and just wandered aimlessly in the East Palace.

The scene before my aunt's death was still lingering in my mind: her face was haggard, her eyes were wide open, her two thin hands were tightly grasping her arms, her eyes were filled with tears, and she murmured: "Why don't you come to find me, why -"

Before she finished the second half of the sentence, the aunt's hand lost its strength.

The whole person fell on the couch like a kite with a broken string.

At that time, she thought that the man her aunt was talking about was the unfaithful prime minister, but she never imagined that it was someone else.

If that man was really her father, why would he allow her aunt to give herself to someone else?

Why haven't you come to see your aunt for all these years?
She used to think that her aunt was trapped in the Prime Minister's Mansion by force, but now it seems that the only thing trapping her is her own

Lian Yue and the other two were holding umbrellas and wanted to catch up anxiously, but she stopped them sternly: "Don't follow me."

Although the master has spoken, can these servants really not follow?
Lianyue and Qingdai followed all the way and found that the scenery in front of them was becoming more and more familiar. They couldn't help but mutter in their hearts: Isn't this the way to Chongming Palace?
　I chatted with my editor today, and she said that my follow-up reading is too low compared to the number of clicks (﹏), and my love has been broken into pieces (╥╯﹏╰╥)

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