Murong Wanru lost all sense of reason as soon as she gave vent. Or rather, she'd been irrational from the moment she decided to kill Grand Concubine Yi.
Looking at Grand Concubine Yi's terrified expression, she completely forgot that she'd still be a nameless court lady if it wasn't for Grand Concubine Yi. Perhaps she'd even be buried with Princess Changping. All she could think about now was how Grand Concubine Yi hadn't done her best to help her, protect her, or make her a concubine of the Duke of Qin.
This was probably the so-called 'when you raise rice and hate it when you raise it'.
"Ever since I was young, I've had to do my best to guess at your intentions and serve you carefully, afraid that you'd send me back to the palace if you weren't happy. Why did I do all this?
"Grand Concubine Yi, seven years ago you told me you were going to marry me off to the Duke of Qin. What happened in the end? You married me off to that coward Zhangsun Che! Why are you so good to Han Yunxi? Although I'm not your biological daughter, I've served you for so many years. Can't I compare to a single Han Yunxi? Tell me! "
The more Murong Wanru spoke, the angrier she got. Grand Concubine Yi's tears flowed even more violently. Even with the needle at her neck, she shook her head to deny everything Murong Wanru said.
It wasn't like that! She'd treated Wanru well with all her heart these past few years, so why would Wanru think this way?
In her heart, Wanru was much more important than Han Yunxi. No matter how well Han Yunxi did, she was still an outsider!
"What, did I say something wrong?"
Murong Wanru laughed coldly. "In any case, you're about to lose your life, so I might as well tell you. I was the one who spread the news of Han Yunxi's medical skills. I was also the one who instigated Lady Xu to cause a ruckus at the gates. And also …"
Speaking up to here, Murong Wanru seemed to recall something as her gaze turned ruthless. "And also, the Plum Blossom Meet was arranged by me and Princess Changping. Zhangsun Che should've violated Han Yunxi, not me … not me!"
By the end, Murong Wanru was close to Grand Concubine Yi's face and growled, "It shouldn't have been me!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the needle in her hand abruptly pierced into Grand Concubine Yi's neck before digging deeper.
"Woo woo woo … woo woo …"
Grand Concubine Yi was very surprised. She never expected Murong Wanru to be the one behind all this.
She looked at Murong Wanru with teary eyes, but Murong Wanru had already sunk into a crazed state. She looked at her emotionlessly, as if admiring her.
Her neck hurt so much. More blood was flowing out. She was going to die! She would definitely die!
But nobody knew that Grand Concubine Yi's heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife. Even the pain in her neck couldn't compare to the pain in her heart.
No, Wanru can't kill her. Anyone in the world can kill her except Wanru!
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She abruptly pushed Murong Wanru away, took out the ball of cloth from her mouth, and said in a choked voice, "Wanru, you disappoint me too much! How disappointing! "
Just how angry did she have to be to give the timid Grand Concubine Yi the courage to resist?
Startled, Murong Wanru drew closer in a panic, trapping Grand Concubine Yi in a corner. Because of her struggle, the carriage shook violently!
By now, Han Yunxi had already taken care of all the black-robed assassins. She was about to climb into the carriage when she saw the carriage shake. Suspicious, she quickly climbed in.
The people inside had long forgotten to pay attention to the movements outside. Murong Wanru used her own body to block Grand Concubine Yi's way, three blood-stained needles in her hand. Once again, she pressed them against Grand Concubine Yi's neck. Grand Concubine Yi's hands were pinned down, leaving her no room to resist. Her lips trembled as she forgot to cry for help.
"Mufei, don't blame me for being heartless. You were the one who was unjust first. Don't worry, these needles belong to Han Yunxi. I'll be fine!"
Murong Wanru's words were cold as she prepared to kill, but Grand Concubine Yi finally spoke up. "Stop! Wanru, you … you're my own daughter! You can't kill me! "
It wasn't that Grand Concubine Yi was stupid enough not to call for help, but that people would come as soon as she did. Murong Wanru's life would be over!
At these words, Murong Wanru gave a start. What did she just hear?
The needles were still pressed against Grand Concubine Yi's neck, but her hands had turned stiff. She could understand every single word of Grand Concubine Yi's words, but she couldn't make sense of them when they were strung together.
Tears streamed down Grand Concubine Yi's cheeks as they flowed uncontrollably. She never thought she'd tell the truth in this lifetime, much less under these circumstances.
Murong Wanru wasn't some court lady, but her own daughter! Murong Wanru's birth, age, and so-called relatives were all faked.
Did she count as committing a sin? Taste the bitter fruit herself?
Back then, she was the youngest and prettiest of the late emperor's 3,000 concubines, as well as the most favored one. Unlike the other imperial concubines, she didn't have a powerful backer or power to rely on. Her father was only a Junhou, a nobility much lower than Marquis Pingbei and Marquis Pingnan.
Her only asset was her youth and beauty, but a beautiful woman was prone to aging. Moreover, the imperial harem lacked nothing but beauty. What it lacked was sons! In a single move, a leopard cat swapped for the crown prince. Her own daughter was sent out of the palace while Feiye became the late emperor's seventh imperial son. She rejoiced that the mama had found her such a gifted, intelligent, and outstanding son. Although he wasn't a descendant of the imperial clan, the air of nobility emanating from his body was unparalleled.
Back then, no one who saw the child in swaddling clothes would suspect that he wasn't a blood relative of the imperial clan.
Feiye won the late emperor's favor and even had the potential to replace the crown prince. Unfortunately, the late emperor passed away early, or else today's world would be her Duke of Qin's.
In the end, Wanru was still her own flesh and blood. In the end, she seized the chance to send her six-year-old daughter into the palace, thinking of her as an adopted daughter. All those years, she was scared witless and didn't ask for a title for Wanru. As long as she could stay by her side, it was fine. She even planned to make Wanru the Duke of Qin's concubine when she grew up. That way, she could stay at the Duke of Qin's estate and accompany her for the rest of her life. This could count as her compensation for Wanru.
When Han Yunxi brought up Wanru's marriage, she didn't seem to object, but she already had an idea in her heart. Unfortunately, the events at the Plum Blossom Meet had come too suddenly and caused too much of a ruckus. There was no way to salvage the situation!
She had no choice but to marry Wanru off. Even if she was married off, she would do her best to seek a better future for Wanru. If it wasn't for this guilt and this secret, how could she lower herself to give face to Marquis Pingbei's estate for a mere adopted daughter?
All her thoughts were on her daughter, but in the end, all she got in return was deep resentment and hatred. Murong Wanru actually wanted to kill her! Taking 10,000 steps back, even if she really was an adopted daughter, she shouldn't bite the hand that fed her!
Grand Concubine Yi's heart died at the sight of the gaping Murong Wanru. Her tears continued to flow as she shook her head, feeling both physically and mentally exhausted. She didn't know what to say.
Murong Wanru gradually recovered from her shock. Her hands went limp as the three needles fell to the ground. "You … you, what did you say?"
Grand Concubine Yi wept silently, too weak to speak.
"I'm your biological daughter? Your biological daughter? "
Murong Wanru's shock was indescribable. Suddenly, she wrapped her hands around Grand Concubine Yi's neck and raged, "You're lying! You made up a lie just to live? Do you take me for an idiot? "
"No … you're my daughter, Wanru … I didn't lie to you. The mama who delivered you was …" Grand Concubine Yi was almost out of breath from the choking. "Wanru, you should have been … should have been a princess. It was mufei … who let you down! Wanru, you … "
At the word "princess," Murong Wanru abruptly stopped.
Princess?
She was supposed to be a princess? She was supposed to be of the same generation as Emperor Tianhui. She was supposed to be respected!
But over the past few years, she'd suffered countless supercilious looks from the imperial clan and scorching satires. She was only an adopted daughter. Even the servants of the Duke of Qin's estate called her "Miss Wanru!"
Shock, anger, resentment, and unwillingness filled Murong Wanru's heart. She kept her hands around Grand Concubine Yi's neck, but didn't use any more strength. She stood there stunned. Everything had happened so suddenly that she didn't know what to do.
At the same time, another person was stunned by the news. This person was none other than Han Yunxi.
She had long boarded the carriage and was right outside the carriage door, one hand still holding the curtains. She almost lifted the curtain, but her hand was still stiff from hearing the conversation inside.
She didn't have as many emotions as Murong Wanru, but the only thought in her mind was that if she really was Grand Concubine Yi's daughter, then wouldn't that mean Long Fei Ye was …
Grand Concubine Yi only had one son in her entire life. After giving birth, she couldn't bear any more children. Everyone knew this fact!
Rather than saying that Murong Wanru's identity had shocked Han Yunxi, it was more accurate to say that Long Fei Ye's identity had shaken her to her core.
At this moment, the guards were taking care of the assassins' corpses. A few of the survivors had been tied up, while the people in the carriage behind them were disembarking one after another. Zhangsun Che and Marquis Pingbei hurried over.
Han Yunxi was still frozen in front of the carriage door, unable to recover her senses. She really didn't want to know such a huge secret!
As for Long Fei Ye, he had no idea what was going on inside the carriage either. He only felt that Han Yunxi was acting strange.
"Your Highness, what's esteemed wangfei doing?" Chu Xifeng asked in a low voice.
But as soon as he spoke, multiple assassination weapons suddenly flew out from the grass opposite them, heading straight for Han Yunxi.
"They're finally here!" Long Fei Ye said coldly as he leapt into the air, his speed as fast as lightning. He swept aside the weapons with his sword and headed straight for the grass.
But this was actually a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Northern Li's Duke of Kang, Jun Yi Xie, flew out from the other side, his black eyes wild and wicked. As soon as he drew close to Han Yunxi, he reached out a hand to grab her.
Nobody expected an assassin to show up. Han Yunxi never expected Jun Yi Xie to show up as well. Without a second thought, she lifted the carriage curtains and hid inside!
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