The Enchanting Imperial Concubine (Book 3)

Chapter 463 - The Ceremony for the First Wife

When Yi Fei awoke, it was already evening.

After fainting, she didn't rest peacefully but instead had a long nightmare.

In the dream, Ye Yun was absent, and instead, Yao Xiang, who had long been dead, was still alive and had given birth to the Fourth Prince, named Ning Yu Yan.

In the dream, her son Han'er was in conflict with Yao Shi's son. Han'er was attacked by assassins disguised as bandits, who cut off both of his legs, leaving him crippled. He ultimately died in despair.

As for herself, she didn't fare much better. After the Third Prince's death, Yao Shi was elevated to the position of Empress and secretly ordered poison to be placed in Yi Fei's food, which left her in a constant state of confusion. One night, in her delirium, she shattered a teapot and used a shard of porcelain to cut her wrists, dying from blood loss.

Yi Fei woke up in a sweat and immediately checked her wrists to see if they were cut.

"Your Highness, you're finally awake! How do you feel? Should I call the physician to take a look?" Yunxiu hurried over, her eyes red.

Yi Fei gasped for breath to calm herself down.

Then, remembering something, she grabbed Yunxiu's hand and asked urgently, "Where is the Third Prince? Where is he? I had a terrible nightmare; it was so frightening. Go fetch Han'er for me!"

Yunxiu looked at her with tearful eyes but couldn't bring herself to speak.

Seeing the maid's expression, Yi Fei felt her heart growing colder, a buzzing sound filling her ears. Memories of her son's last moments flooded her mind.

With her thoughts churning, she finally couldn't hold back any longer and covered her face with her hands, crying bitterly.

"Han'er, my Han'er! How could the Emperor be so cruel? Ye Shi, you've brought us to this end; I will make sure you suffer a terrible fate!"

Filled with hatred, she didn't even notice when her long nails pierced her palm.

"Your Highness, I have served you for many years. Please listen to my advice and don't make any more mistakes. You have already lost the Third Prince; if you continue down this path, it could implicate the entire Wu family!"

Yunxiu fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face.

"A tiger does not eat its own cubs; the Emperor has always been lenient. The Third Prince has only been demoted to a commoner and imprisoned in Yanqing Temple. He hasn't lost his life, and that is already a sign of the Emperor's mercy. You still hold your title as a consort, and the Wu family hasn't been implicated. Remember what the Prince said; he wanted you to take care of yourself!"

Yi Fei continued to sob, but at Yunxiu's words, her tightly clenched fists began to loosen.

Seeing this, Yunxiu quickly pulled out a handkerchief to bandage her injured palm.

As she looked at her hands, Yi Fei's tears dried up.

Yes, she had not only her son but also family. The lives of dozens of her maternal relatives were tied to her as well.

Thinking back to the horrors of her dream, it wasn't so bad now.

At least the Third Prince was still alive and healthy; she didn't feel so desolate after all.

At this point, Yi Fei had to accept the fact that she had been defeated.

Perhaps it was because she had felt invincible from the start that she found it so hard to accept her failure.