Chapter Fifty, Rumors
A letter personally written by Rui Wang in his own blood was quickly presented by Shu guifei in front of Qing De Emperor. Shu guifei knelt down in front of Qing De Emperor as she cried, her tears like the pear blossoms in the rain. Even though she didn't defend Rui Wang, her actions were already worth more than a thousand words.
The blood letter was almost completely splattered with bloody tears. Firstly, its contents showed his concern for Qing De Emperor's body and secondly, it expressed his longing for the emperor. Because he couldn't leave the fu, he could only kowtow in the direction of the palace. Thirdly, it defended him, proclaiming how innocent he was and that he was mistakenly accused by others. Lastly, it asked Qing De Emperor to protect his health and not suffer because of this unfilial son.
When Qing De Emperor saw the dense mass of dark red characters on the snowy white cloth, his heart had already half-softened. After reading the entire missive, he sighed and helped Shu guifei up. He patted Shu guifei's hand and comforted her: "Zhen knows that lao san was wronged. This matter, zhen will have someone to take a closer look."
Understanding the emperor's meaning, Shu guifei tearfully replied: "Thank you, Emperor." Inside, she was a bit smug. For someone as devious as Jing guifei, it didn't matter how many plots she had. As long as she was favo red, no one would be able to shake her and her son's position.
Around the same time at Zhong Jing Palace, Jing guifei watched coldly as Wei Qin shi cried in front of her. Technically, Wei Qin shi's husband was of the same branch as her and she should be courteous, but she really didn't like the petty-mindedness of Wei Qin shi. She looked shrewd but what she said was so idiotic that she felt nauseous upon hearing it.
"Ran Shuang has been sick these past days. I, as her mother, feel so terrible just seeing her. Niangniang, what should we do?," Wei Qin shi wiped away the scarce tears lingering at the corner of her eyes. She hesitated before asking, "Chen fu heard that not many people are serving in His Highness' fu, why don't ... ..." When she raised her head, she saw that guifei niangniang's eyes had gone cold and she swallowed the rest of her words.
"If niece's body isn't good, ben gong will send a message for the Imperial Hospital to take a look. Girls should be pampered, the body cannot be harmed. Otherwise, it could affect the heir." Jing guifei gave an aloof smile and turned to order the person beside her to send a message to the Imperial Hospital.
Wei Qin shi's face slightly changed. Seeing the palace maid walk out to summon the taiyi, she gritted her teeth: "Niangniang, Our Ran Shaung is a good guniang. Why doesn't she go to the wang fu to serve? It would help cement old ties."
Jing guifei raised her teacup to take a sip. After hearing Wei Qin shi's words, she didn't fly into a rage. She drawled slowly: "Ran Shuang is such a good girl. How can tang sao bear to part with her just to go serve ben gong's useless son?"
"His Highness Duan Wang is of magnificent bearing. Chen fu has never seen a more outstanding young person than His Highness," Wei Qin shi flattered, "To go into the wang fu to serve is our yatou's great fortune. There's no such thing as bearing it."
Jing guifei knew that Wei Qin shi was short-sighted but she hadn't known that she could be this shameless. If Wei Ran Shuang got married, the husband and his family would treat her well because of her and Heng'er. Now, she was breaking her head trying to get into the wang fu but Heng'er didn't have any interest in her. This was inviting humiliation upon herself. Furthermore, after this matter, the branch of her tang xiong would only be the lesser maternal family of a qie to Duan Wang Fu and not the elders.
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