Chapter 21 Conspiracy

  He stood up from the stone bench with an upright body, his cold expression still lingering on that pale pink figure as he walked away.

  "Yes——" The butler bowed his head and followed behind

  With a stride, he walked out of the corridor, the wind blowing over his silver-white brocade robe, fluttering it into large clusters of flowers, and an air of majesty that was born to be king poured down from top to bottom, exuding an unparalleled charm and extravagance.

  The vermilion-painted gate of the Zhuang mansion swung open, and the guards on either side knelt down on one knee. Their robust bodies and deep, powerful voices shouted in unison: "Your Lordship!"

  The carriage was ready, the curtains were lifted, and immediately, a mournful cry pierced through the cold air, the hoarse roar contained thick sorrow, and the cries sounded like blood.

  "Your Majesty, Your Majesty. Please, I beg of you. Save my family."

  Mo Yunxuan slightly furrowed his brow and didn't even bother to turn his head, the guards behind him understood their master's intention at a glance.

  "Get out!" - a cold and powerful rebuke, followed by the woman's muffled cry of pain.

  After getting on the carriage, he sat with his hands clasped in his lap, leaning against the wall of the carriage, and the coachman had just pulled up the reins.

  "Your Majesty... Only you can save me now. Please..."

  The sound was cut off, and he was kicked in the stomach by a guard.

  "A mouthful of blood spurted out"

  "Your Highness..." The coachman hesitated...

  Mo Yunxuan sat in the car with his eyes closed, cultivating his spirit. "Let's go..." he said slowly.

  The long whip cracked loudly, the horse neighed, and the wheels of the carriage rumbled forward.

  "Your Highness—"

  A mournful voice mixed in

  "Get out, didn't you hear me?!" ——just about to kick him hard

  "Stop it—"

  Wrapped in a dignified and elegant pink sable fur, Xia Ziyu stepped out of the door, her slender and delicate single braid hanging down with thousands of strands gently curved into several strands. A crystal green hairpin picked up, slanted and inserted into her temple, her eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as smoke and mist, her nose was like new fat, her vermilion lips were moist and chosen, beautiful to the point of being ethereal. The long soft hem of her skirt reached the ground, the jade pendant on her waist hung down lightly, her shallow steps covered a beautiful arc, and she held a golden silk lotus flower hand warmer in her hands.

  The guard was stunned at the sight and didn't come back to his senses until half a day later, only then did he realize it was the princess who had arrived. He mechanically paid his respects and respectfully stepped aside.

  "How can you all bully a weak woman like this?"

  Zi'er glanced at the frail figure lying limp on the ground, her eyes filled with pity and heartache.

  The woman lying on the ground was pale, in the cold weather, wearing only two thin clothes, already disheveled and dirty, her oily hair tangled and wet, stuck to her face, with a mouthful of blood beside her.

  The guard next to him looked embarrassed when he saw the princess arrive, and at this time, Ziyu's accusation made his face unbearable.

  "Take some silver and let her see a doctor..."

  Xia Zi's soft gaze fell on the ground, her voice was light and gentle.

  "Miss——"

  Zi'er pouted and immediately cast a resentful glance at the young lady beside her, with an unwilling expression.

  "Sighs: 'Zi'er, I know what you're thinking, but this is the Wang Manor, not the Xi Manor. We can't make decisions here. Go and bring some food from the kitchen for her...'"

  Xia Zi Li paused for a moment before turning around, and the butler's hurried footsteps came towards him.

  "My good queen, how did you slip out of the door as soon as I blinked? If this continues, my illness will also be frightened away by you—"

  Xia Zi Li remained silent and didn't speak a word. She leaned on her maid and took two steps forward, but then spat out a few fragmented words behind her back.

  "Miss Xia——"

  Back to back, Xia Ziyou didn't understand why hearing these three words made her body tremble slightly. She called her Miss Xia, rather than Princess Yan.

  She hastily turned around, her face changed color, and the people below were startled, making way for themselves.

  Xia Zi quickly walked a few steps to the person lying on the ground, stopped and looked closely, and found that he was quite handsome, but his eyebrows and eyes were consumed by sorrow, with an unbearable painful struggle.

  "Save my father... save him..."

  She squatted down, looking at the person with a painful expression, her eyes indifferent.

  "Why"

  The woman heard her question, then raised her head and smiled, with her hair falling down, only to see the eye sockets. In an instant, there was a low, mournful and eerie laughter by her ear, with a hint of red at the corner of her mouth.

  Suddenly, she looked at Xia Zixi, her face filled with a helpless expression

  "Do you know who my father is? It's Cao Yu. They... they are in cahoots... whether it's the imperial concubine or the general... or even Prince Ning, Prince Yan. They, next, will be dealing with your father..."

  Digression

  Many lines were buried in front, and the back was opened layer by layer, revealing a shocking conspiracy, but it won't abuse the female lead.