Chapter 499 You Yue’e’s Fury out of Shame
But the Emperor did not expect this to happen. He had thought that Mo Xuetong might have something to do with it, and he felt a little angry with her. But she was now in tears and trembling, but she took the initiative to take punishment. The Emperor thought she did not look guilty. His eyes deepened for a moment.
“Your Majesty, it is Consort Xuan who contradicted Her Majesty. I saw it very well from the side.” You Yue’e judged that her chance had come. She couldn’t wait to come up to greet the Emperor, and reported to him.
The maids and nannies standing beside the Empress nodded their heads, adding fuel to what the Empress said from time to time, as if Mo Xuetong had come to annoy the Empress on purpose.
A teardrop ran down Mo Xuetong’s delicate face and she said sadly, “Your Majesty, though I am young, I know that the Empress is both my elder and the most honorable person. I just asked Her Majesty why she didn’t punish Consort Yan but punished me to kneel. It was my sister who died… I only said these words, and what you saw happened!”
She seemed to be defending herself, but she did not blame the Empress. Yet the people in the palace were so clever that they could certainly hear from what she said that the Empress was deliberately insulting her. It was the Empress who disliked her at first sight and took it out on her. This thing happened in King Yan’s Manor, so if someone was punished to kneel, it was supposed to be Consort Yan. Why did the Empress ask the irrelevant Consort Xuan to kneel? Besides, she even did not allow her to ask about her sister’s death. The Empress was too partial.
At her words, the Empress and her maids and nannies were dumbfounded. The Empress paused for a moment and then realized that Mo Xuetong was reporting to the Emperor that she had been made to kneel. Immediately, the Empress’s astonishment turned to anger. Mo Xuetong was reversing right and wrong. Just now she was quite disdainful of the Empress, but now she dared to pretend to be innocent in front of the Emperor.
The Empress pointed at Mo Xuetong with trembling fingers and said angrily, “Consort Xuan, you don’t have to do that. Just now you challenged me, and Consort Yan and my maids and nannies can testify. Are you trying to cheat everyone?”
“Your Majesty, I do not know what I have done to offend you, causing you to try to do anything to kill me…” Mo Xuetong looked so sad. Tears were falling out of her beautiful eyes. She clapped her hand over her chest and felt the suffocation as it rushed up and down. She could hardly act. She struggled with the discomfort in her chest and grew paler.
“Well, this is full of Her Majesty’s people. Her Majesty is all in favor of Consort Yan’s wife. No matter what I say… no one will testify for me. That’s it. I have nothing to say. You’re always… right, Your Majesty!” Mo Xuetong looked unwell and almost fell down while holding the table. Her pale, bloodless face added to the impression that she had been wronged beyond measure. She held her chest as if she were too angry to finish her words.
She meant, of course, that the Empress’ palace was full of her people, who obeyed her with all their heart and soul, and that You Yue’e was the one the Empress wanted to protect, and of course would listen to the Empress.
Her words almost made the Empress fall down in anger. If she had known Mo Xuetong would bite back, the Empress would have asked more people to stay so they would know what Mo Xuetong said. At this time it looked as if she united with You Yue’e to bully Mo Xuetong.
“You’re lying. You have just spoken against the Empress.” You Yue’e still insisted, wanting to prove Mo Xuetong wrong. Noticing that Mo Xuetong was still pretending to be weak, she stepped forward and gave her a big push to show the Emperor that Mo Xuetong was acting.
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