Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter Chapter 500 – Transfer the Anger on Others, the Wrath that Cannot Be Quenched

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Chapter 500 Transfer the Anger on Others, the Wrath that Cannot Be Quenched

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.

Sensing the warm smell of the medicine in the bathroom, Mo Xuetong felt a little more comfortable in her chest. The sensation of suffocation in the chest eased slightly. She felt herself being put into the water. After her clothes were taken off, she was surrounded by warm water. She tugged feebly at his wet clothes and she fell into a deep sleep again.

She wanted to ask him to go out, for such a bath would not be good for him, but she had no strength.

Feng Yuran held Mo Xuetong and ma.s.saged her in the steaming bath. He did not stop until she slowly regained some of her color. Then they lingered for an hour or so before he picked her up. He changed himself, wrapped her in a large dry towel, and carried her out.

At the door, Mo Ye walked forward and offered. “Your Highness, let me serve My Lady.”

Feng Yuran looked at Mo Xuetong, whose face grew normal. With a sigh of relief, he put Mo Xuetong carefully into Mo Ye’s arms. “Give her another ma.s.sage after two hours to let the qi and blood flow smoothly and the medicine spread out.”

“Okay, got it.” Mo Ye took Mo Xuetong and the order and went into the main yard from behind with Mo Lan.

Feng Yuran turned around and strode off to the Jinwei Pavilion with several people.

When he mounted the tall building and sat down on a large chair, he turned up his thin, angular lips, and his handsome eyes were as cold as the ice of thousands of years. “Have you found out?” he asked.

Feng Yue stepped forward and answered, “Your Highness, there were too many people in the Empress’ palace at that time, including Consort Yan’s people. Even Ling Rui’er was there. There were also the Emperor’s men. So most of those people were from the palace. It’s really hard to find.”

“How did the Empress think of asking Tong’er to come to the palace?” At this time, Feng Yuran was cold and domineering, like a sword hidden in its scabbard, making others dare not to look straight at him. There was a lot of trouble at the King Yan’s Manor, but it had nothing directly to do with Mo Xuetong. She was now the royal daughter-in-law, his wife. How did this get onto her?

Why did the Empress suddenly think of Tong’er and send someone to take her to the palace?

“I heard that the Empress hurried to the Emperor’s Qianqing Palace after receiving a letter from King Yan’s Manor. When she was on the way, the Emperor ordered the matter to be handled by the Empress. At that time the Empress did not seem to be looking for Her Lady, but she met Imperial n.o.ble Consort Wen on the way. The two of them talked for a while. Then the Empress sent someone to find Her Lady into the palace before she returned to her palace,” Feng Yue answered with a bow.

He secretly regretted he didn’t say more, leading to the occurrence of a lot of things which had provoked King Xuan, but who knew Imperial n.o.ble Consort Wen who had always been low-key would involve herself in this matter? And she hinted to remind the Empress to bring Her Lady down.

“Pay close attention to the behavior of Imperial n.o.ble Consort Wen and watch Sixth Princess.” There was an air of awe in Feng Yuran’s aura, and on his handsome face, his black eyes slightly narrowed with a disdainful coldness, dazzling and charming.

Imperial n.o.ble Consort Wen was like an invisible person in the palace, and she never intervened in the affairs in and out of the palace. It could be said that she was the most aloof from worldly affairs in the palace. Her daughter, the Sixth Princess, was not so arrogant as the Fifth Princess, just like her mother, and was known in the palace as a kind and gentle person. Among princesses, she was known for her modesty and wisdom.

If Feng Yuran had not been watching Imperial n.o.ble Consort Wen for a long time, he really did not know that she had a secret. Moreover, the Sixth Princess had already had the object of her affection, but whether it was Imperial n.o.ble Consort Wen or the Sixth Princess, they did not reveal the slightest difference. Even as she watched the man she loved marry, the Sixth Princess continued to smile. It must be said that the mother-daughter pair’s tactics were superb, far more than the Empress’ could match.

“Yes,” responded Feng Yue.

“Are you all set?” Feng Yuran asked.

“Everything has been arranged according to your orders.” Feng Yue answered more respectfully, observed a moment of silence for those who had annoyed King Xuan, and again told himself that the woman who was in the center yard was King Xuan’s beloved woman, and that he should be more respectful to her at ordinary times.

“What about the woman in the backyard?” Feng Yuran raised his eyebrows. This time he asked the butler w.a.n.g Fu.

The butler knew what Feng Yuran was asking. He thought for a moment and answered, “She still hides in her own yard. She always says that she is not well, so she doesn’t come out to meet people.”

“After a while, find a suitable opportunity to spread the news. I’ll see if she can still be so quiet.” Feng Yuran was full of murderous rage, and the light in his eyes was getting colder and colder.

“I’ll do it right away.” Knowing that King Xuan was very angry at this time and wanted to vent his anger on others, the butler did not dare to say more.

Before Feng Yuran turned to him, Shen Kun said with a wry smile on his face, “Your Highness, I’m afraid it is difficult to find the medicine. I have not heard from the one who was sent to the Yan Kingdom.”

Feng Yuran looked a little more thoughtful. After a while he said, “Keep a closer eye on Bai Yihao.” The thought of Bai Yihao bothered him. Although the man did not do something, Feng Yuran knew that he had been coveting Mo Xuetong. Of course he was in a bad mood when his woman was coveted by other men.

In the middle of the night, Mo Xuetong was woken up by the noisy voices. When she woke up, she p.r.i.c.ked up her ears to listen, and slightly moved, a little worried.

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