Chapter 505 Protecting His Wife (Part One)
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Donghui rushed forward and knocked Changhua to the ground, narrowly avoiding the fishing rod. However, the hook whizzed towards Mingzhu’s face. Changhua, still shaken, shouted, “Get out of the way!”
But it was easier said than done. The hook flew towards her in the blink of an eye. Mingzhu felt a chill all over her body. Who was more important, her face or her child? She instinctively crossed her arms tightly around her abdomen, watching helplessly as the hook flew towards her face…
“Wangfei…” Su Lan rushed forward in vain.
Yuwen Bai’s expression was cold, with flames burning in his eyes. Even if the hook scarred her face, it wouldn’t be bad. It would prevent her from seducing others. It would be best if nobody paid attention to her. It would let her know the harsh realities of the world, what it meant to be helpless and hopeless.
At that moment, a faint, cool fragrance of agarwood suddenly appeared. A figure rushed forward, and the pale blue sleeves spread out like the wings of a bird, instantly shielding Mingzhu securely. At the same time, the flying hook hit the person’s chin, leaving a deep gash.
“Your Majesty.” Yuwen Chu held Mingzhu tightly in his arms, his expression cold as he stared at Yuwen Bai, his eyes filled with unhidden killing intent. Blood dripped from the wound on his chin, forming into several bright red blood beads, illuminated by the cold sunlight, emitting a chilling aura.
Yuwen Bai’s excitement was extinguished instantly like a fire meeting water. He straightened his chest, disdainfully looking up at Yuwen Chu, and chuckled lightly, “Sixth Uncle, you arrived just in time.”
Yuwen Chu was a whole head and a half taller than him, tall and straight. If he didn’t look up, he couldn’t see Yuwen Chu’s eyes, couldn’t exert pressure on Yuwen Chu, which made him very unhappy. He was resentful, jealous, murderous, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t suppress it.
Yuwen Chu protected Mingzhu with one hand, and reached out to Yuwen Bai with the other, his voice flat and cold, “Your Majesty, your joke went too far! Please hand over the fishing rod.”
Yuwen Bai clenched the fishing rod tightly and gritted his teeth, “What if I don’t?”
Yuwen Chu said in a low voice, “You will.” When he said this, his expression was particularly serious, certain, and calm.
“Are you defying me?” Yuwen Bai gritted his teeth, his face turning livid. “Kneel! I order you to kneel!”
Yuwen Chu, tall and imposing, looked down at Yuwen Bai with an expressionless face, his voice cold and hard, “Your Majesty, you’re still young and don’t understand the gravity of the situation.”
“Do you want to rebel?” Yuwen Bai smashed the fishing rod to the ground and pointed at Yuwen Chu, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Longlin Guards, seize Yuwen Chu!”
But no one dared to step forward. Only Hu Tong was shouting, “Didn’t you hear His Majesty’s orders?”
At this time, Li Shumei and An Xiaogu had already been rescued from the water and were being sent to the Feiyan Pavilion wrapped in blankets. Princess Changhua was also helped up from the ground. Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two, her heart tightened, and she couldn’t speak. She inadvertently glanced at the Feiyan Pavilion diagonally opposite, and instantly felt terrified.
The dazzling sunlight illuminated the Feiyan Pavilion, highlighting the dim corners under the eaves, where there were a few faint lights reflecting a coldness, emanating from the dark shadows under the eaves, directly aiming at their direction, making their eyes sore and their hearts cold.
It was the cold glint of arrows.
In that instant, Princess Changhua forgot to breathe. She had no doubt that if Yuwen Chu hadn’t arrived in time just now, those faint lights would have shot out without hesitation, piercing Yuwen Bai before he could truly harm Mingzhu.
What emperor, what ruler, without power, without troops, without wealth, and without self-awareness, was just a big joke. Yuwen Chu was willing to play with Yuwen Bai because he still had some value alive. Yuwen Chu was willing to indulge Yuwen Bai and let him continue to attract attention to the throne, which was convenient for Yuwen Chu to continue to accumulate strength for a greater chance of success in the future.
Although Princess Changhua had long had a premonition and knew that the court in the palace was in chaos, there had never been a moment like this when she felt it so keenly. She hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look at the Feiyan Pavilion anymore, feeling frightened by this unintentionally discovered great secret. The palace maid Liangxia noticed her abnormality and asked softly in confusion, “Your Highness, are you injured?”
Princess Changhua shook her head gently. Finally, she understood why Mingzhu had been constantly cautioning her to be careful and reducing their interactions. Mingzhu truly feared causing trouble for her, genuinely wanting what was best for her, hence hoping she could marry safely to Ji Kingdom. But if home was no longer home, and country no longer country, would Ji Kingdom still treat her with respect? She didn’t dare to think about it.
Yuwen Bai, Yuwen Fu, Yuwen Chu, Yuwen Long, Yuwen You—she thought through these brothers and nephews, feeling that Yuwen Chu’s ascension to the throne was the most appropriate, for both the country and herself. D*mn the orthodox succession, d*mn the primogeniture. If primogeniture and orthodox succession meant enduring the insane cruelty and torture like Yuwen Bai’s, she’d rather not have primogeniture or orthodox succession! Let there be rebellion!
Princess Changhua raised her head firmly, gently pushing away Liangxia’s hand. “I’m fine,” she said. She walked over to support Mingzhu, then looked at Yuwen Chu and softly said, “Sixth Brother, I’ll take care of Sixth Sister-in-law.”
Yuwen Chu looked at her with a deep gaze. Princess Changhua met his scrutiny without flinching, accepting it with wide eyes. She wanted to prove through action that she stood on his and Mingzhu’s side. Eventually, Yuwen Chu nodded slightly and pushed Mingzhu towards her.
Mingzhu was sweating profusely and dared not make a sound or move. She felt her heart beating faster, as if it might jump out of her throat, and her stomach felt uncomfortable. She looked at Yuwen Chu, wanting to wipe the wound and blood from his chin for him.
Yuwen Chu’s gaze was stern, his voice solemn. “Go back to Feiyan Pavilion with Changhua.”
“Please be careful,” Mingzhu took a few steps with Changhua’s support, whispering softly, “I don’t feel well and I’m afraid to walk.”
Changhua immediately understood, ordering someone to bring out a white rattan recliner from the Feiyan Pavilion. Su Lan and others carefully helped Mingzhu lie down. Mingzhu took a few deep breaths in succession, trying to calm her emotions as much as possible. Finally, she felt the pounding sensation in her heart gradually subsiding.
The maids carefully carried the recliner into the Feiyan Pavilion. Zhou Nushi came forward and said, “Miss An and Miss Li are both fine. They are currently bathing in hot water. Doctor Tang has been sent for. Does Wangfei want to lie down in the inner room?”
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