Forced love, an inescapable fate

Chapter 138 She really wanted to ask him why he came so late, and also wanted to ask him why he dare

Wanyue was waiting anxiously in the main hall of the Taifu Mansion, pacing back and forth.

It was not until she saw Wen Muchuan that she felt delighted and hurried forward to salute.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Upon hearing this, Wanyue roughly recounted what had happened.

After listening to Wan Yue's words, Wen Muchuan frowned and thought about how he could enter the harem with legitimate reasons.

He knew that in today's harem, the Imperial Concubine had absolute power. Although she would not directly harm Mu Qingli's life, the methods of torturing people that could not be shown in public had always been the specialty of this empress.

But I am a foreigner and have no legitimate reason. How can I enter the harem to save people?

Wen Muchuan frowned.

Thinking that the Imperial Concubine must have taken advantage of the fact that His Majesty and the two princes went to the White Horse Temple to pray today, she took action.

He thought for a while, then said to Wanyue, "I know everything. You go back first, and I'll find a solution."

Wanyue wanted to say something, but now she could only place all her hopes on him.

After paying her respects to Wen Muchuan, she left the Taifu Mansion with a worried look on her face.

Wan Yue had just left when Wen Muchuan quickly rode his horse to the White Horse Temple.

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In Yihua Palace, the Imperial Concubine leaned lazily on the beauty couch.

Listening to the sound coming from outside the hall, her beautiful eyes were full of sarcasm.

This is the result of choosing the wrong person and standing on the wrong side.

She closed her eyes again. The noise outside was just an irrelevant episode during her nap.

At this time, Mu Qingli's arms were clamped by several palace maids, and she was kneeling in front of Madam Jiang in a miserable state.

Nanny Jiang was sitting on a stool, with someone behind her massaging her shoulders.

The blood on her forehead had been wiped clean. She was holding a teacup in her hand, looking down at Mu Qingli, whose face was covered with slap marks.

I feel extremely satisfied inside.

The people inside had heard clearly the loud noise they made just now, but they did not try to stop them, which meant they condoned their actions.

What else does she have to worry about?

Mu Qingli's face was swollen and purple, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. It looked horrible.

The neat bun that Wanyue had combed for her before she went out had been messed up, and the palace dress she was wearing was also wrinkled from being pulled.

She knelt on the ground, no longer having the strength to struggle, and her knees were rubbed by the hard ground.

If looks could kill, Madam Jiang would have died hundreds of times already.

Perhaps Mu Qingli's eyes irritated her. She grinned, handed the teacup in her hand to the palace maid behind her, shook her numb right hand, and then another loud slap was heard from the courtyard of Yihua Palace.

Mu Qingli's head was hit and tilted to one side.

This torture has lasted for two full hours.

In addition to slaps, she had been hit on the back with a ruler no less than a hundred times.

"You bitch, you're so stubborn. I want to see how long you can hold on. I also want to see who will come to save you."

The torture here is still going on. On the streets of Shangjing, the people look at the people riding horses today and think that they are blind and rushing around recklessly, as if they are in a hurry to be reincarnated.

"I'm in such a hurry to reincarnate that I don't see anyone else on the road."

A man snorted and cursed at someone who was riding a horse at full speed, but the people around him covered his mouth in panic.

"Are you looking for death? Don't you know who that person was just now? That was the Sixth Prince. You are really lucky. If anyone hears you, you will have enough heads chopped off."

The person who spoke only then realized what was happening and looked horrified.

He certainly didn't know that the man on horseback was the prince. If he had known, he wouldn't have dared to say that even if he had ten times the courage.

But what happened today?

Not long ago, a woman was seen galloping on horseback, and not long after that, a man rode past on horseback. Together with the Sixth Prince, they were all in a hurry. Could something big have happened?

While the people were still making wild guesses, Jiang Ci brought Wan Yue directly into the harem.

Just when Nanny Jiang was about to slap Mu Qingli in the face again, Jiang Ci, who had received the news, finally rushed to the door of Yihua Palace regardless of everything.

Seeing this scene, he almost gritted his teeth.

"You dare, you little dog slave."

With his voice, not only did Nanny Jiang's hand freeze in mid-air, but even the Imperial Noble Consort, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes.

How could he come?

Before Nanny Jiang could react, her right hand was cut off at the wrist by the angry Jiang Ci.

Everyone was stunned by this scene. Nanny Jiang looked at her right hand that had rolled to the ground in confusion, and only then did she realize what was going on.

It was not until the severe pain came that she let out a scream and rolled on the ground holding her missing right arm.

Warm blood splattered all over Mu Qingli's face, and she only saw a sea of ​​red in front of her eyes.

The palace maids who were restraining her were already frightened out of their wits by this sudden scene.

She screamed and ran towards the palace where the imperial concubine was.

When they let go, Mu Qingli suddenly lost her support and her body went limp, about to fall to the ground, but was caught by Jiang Ci.

Looking at Mu Qingli's appearance, his eyes finally became misty.

But he only dared to carefully wipe the blood off her face, and even slowed down his breathing.

The mist gathered in her eyes finally condensed into tears, and fell drop by drop on Mu Qingli's face, so hot that she couldn't help but want to hide.

He was extremely gentle and remorseful, holding her trembling body, but he trembled even more violently than she did.

"I'm sorry, sister. I've caused you trouble. I'm sorry, I'm late."

The heartache and self-blame in his eyes made Mu Qingli feel inexplicably wronged.

The three hours of torture didn't make her cry, but because of Jiang Ci's words, she felt so wronged that she wanted to cry bitterly.

But she was in pain all over, and the slightest movement was excruciating.

She really wanted to ask why he came so late, and she also wanted to say that all this was thanks to him, so how could he dare to come.

But she couldn't utter a word.

Jiang Ci carefully carried her up. Although he was extremely careful, Mu Qingli still couldn't help but gasp.

Jiang Ci couldn't bear to close his eyes, and then he looked at Nanny Jiang who was still rolling and howling on the ground as if he was looking at a dead person, and spoke coldly to Wan Yue who had just arrived.

"Bring this old dog in. Your Highness wants to see how her master protects her today."

Wan Yue's gaze fell directly on Mu Qingli, who was held in Jiang Ci's arms, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

What on earth did this lively princess go through in just a few hours?

Then he turned to look at Nanny Jiang who was still wailing in pain on the ground, wishing he could kill her with a sword.

But it would be too easy for her to die this way.

The pain they inflicted on the princess must be repaid a hundredfold.

Wan Yue suppressed the strong murderous intent in her heart and stepped hard on Nanny Jiang's broken wrist.