You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

Ji Yongyan turned and left quickly.

But as soon as he reached the door, Shangguan Yun'er blocked his way.

"Your Highness!"

Shangguan Yun'er grabbed his sleeve, her face contorted with anger.

In front of so many people, he embarrassed her for the sake of a widow. She couldn't just leave like that; if she left today, she, the Crown Princess, would lose all face.

Ji Yongyan impatiently tried to shake off her hand, but Shangguan Yun'er ignored him and turned to look at the veiled woman behind the counter.

"You are very good. For His Highness to protect you like this, you must be very capable."

She released Ji Yongyan's sleeve, walked up to Meng Siya, and raised her chin high.

"I heard you have some kind of prized possession here?"

She glanced around dismissively.

"Show it to me. If it's truly excellent, I will reward you handsomely. If it's just hype and doesn't live up to its reputation..."

She paused, then pointed to the glass wall with her finger.

"I'm going to smash this shop to pieces today!"

The atmosphere in the store became tense after those words were spoken.

The men were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Ji Yongyan's brows furrowed even more; he wanted to speak but held back.

He also wanted to see what other tricks this strange woman had up her sleeve.

Meng Siya stood there motionless, her expression behind the veil carrying a hint of sarcasm.

She gave Shangguan Yun'er a curtsy.

“If Madam wishes to see, I will certainly obey.”

She turned around and took a glass bottle from a high shelf. The bottle was crystal clear and filled with a bright red liquid.

She placed the glass bottle on the counter and pushed it in front of Shangguan Yun'er, her movements calm and composed, showing no panic despite being threatened.

"What is this?" Shangguan Yun'er frowned; the thing looked sinister.

Meng Siya did not answer. She uncorked the bottle, and a floral and herbal scent wafted out.

She dipped her little finger into the bottle opening and picked out a little scarlet liquid.

Then she raised her left hand and spread the red stain on the back of her hand.

The movement was beautiful, and it also had a captivating allure that made one's heart flutter.

Ji Yongyan's breathing stopped, and his mind went blank.

He suddenly remembered a scene from a small mountain village, where he teased her, saying she was thin-skinned and blushed easily when kissed.

She was unconvinced, and with a stiff neck, she bit her lip in front of him, feeling both ashamed and angry.

Blood seeped from her lips, contrasting with her stubborn face, making his heart tremble.

"Yaya..."

He uncontrollably forced two words out of his throat.

The voice was very soft; only he could hear it.

A sharp pain shot through his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

He staggered back half a step, his hand instinctively covering his chest.

How could this be...?

How can they look so alike...

No one noticed his lapse in composure.

Everyone's attention was focused on Meng Siya and the red mark on the back of her hand.

"This substance is called Cinnabar Tears."

Meng Siya spoke up.

She raised her head, her eyes looking past Shangguan Yun'er and at Ji Yongyan.

Her voice was hoarse, yet it possessed a penetrating quality.

"Only the most ruthless person deserves this most vibrant red."

She looked at Ji Yongyan's pale face and asked the question, word by word.

"Sir, do you think your wife... is worthy?"

Ji Yongyan froze.

That expression, that tone of voice...

so similar!

It made him feel cold all over.

No, it's impossible.

Ya Ya is dead.

She died on the night of his wedding, along with her unborn child.

He drove her to her death with his own hands.

But this woman in front of me...

This eerie widow wearing a veil...

A crazy idea that even he himself didn't believe broke through his reason.

He suddenly stepped forward and reached out to grab the veil covering Meng Siya's face.

"Who...who are you?!"

His voice was hoarse, trembling with anticipation that he himself was unaware of.

Shangguan Yun'er was stunned.

She watched as her husband went berserk, trying to tear off another woman's veil; jealousy and humiliation drove her to the brink of madness.

Meng Siya never expected him to suddenly lose control.

It looked like that hand was about to touch her veil.

With a loud crash!

A loud bang exploded in the store.

Everyone was startled by the sudden sound.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the mute waiter standing helplessly in front of a pile of broken porcelain shards.

Beside him was a broken blue-and-white porcelain vase, which looked quite valuable.

This interrupted everyone's actions.

Ji Yongyan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

Meng Siya seized the opportunity and quickly took a step back, widening the distance between the two.

She seemed frightened; her body trembled, and her expression became distant and fearful.

"Master... Master, what are you doing?"

She knelt down, her voice trembling with tears.

"I am just an honest businesswoman, not an old acquaintance of yours, sir. Please, sir, show mercy and let me go!"

She knelt there, her shoulders trembling, looking pitiful and helpless.

Ji Yongyan looked at the hand hanging in the air, then at the woman kneeling on the ground trembling.

The energy in her mind was shattered by the crisp sound and her terrified voice.

He regained consciousness.

Yes, what exactly is he doing?

Ya Ya is dead.

She died on a rainy night, on her delivery bed.

How could it possibly be this calculating businessman in front of me?

Perhaps she was too good at acting, or perhaps he was so lovesick that he saw everyone as her.

Ji Yongyan slowly withdrew his hand, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

He felt both ridiculous and pathetic.

"Get up."

He turned his face away from her, his voice returning to its icy tone.

"It was I who...lost my composure."

Shangguan Yun'er watched all this with hatred in her heart.

Losing composure?

He lost his composure in public because of a village woman!

She walked over and took Ji Yongyan's arm again, this time with great force.

"Your Highness, you are tired. We should return to the palace."

Her voice sounded gentle, but every word was filled with hatred.

Ji Yongyan did not refute.

All he wants now is to leave this place that's making him uneasy.

The two turned and walked towards the door.

Ji Yongyan paused for a moment as he passed the broken porcelain shards.

He took a gold ingot out of his purse and threw it on the ground.

"Record the broken items in my account."

After saying that, he walked out of Huayan Pavilion without looking back.

Shangguan Yun'er followed him closely, giving no one a chance to cause trouble.

The Crown Prince's carriage quickly disappeared around the street corner.

The shop was completely silent.

After a long while, Meng Siya, who had been kneeling on the ground, slowly stood up with the help of her mute cousin.

“Boss…” The workers gathered around, all still shaken.

Meng Siya waved her hand, signaling them to leave.

She walked to the counter, picked up the bottle of Vermilion Tears, looked at the bright red liquid inside, and remained silent for a long time.

Just now, she really thought he recognized her.

The warmth of his hands seemed to still linger on her veil.

But in the end, he backed down and chose to believe the lie.

Yeah.

In this way, the game can continue.

……

The Eastern Palace, the sleeping quarters.

As soon as she got back, Shangguan Yun'er smashed everything she could in the palace.

The palace maids and eunuchs knelt on the ground, not daring to utter a sound.

"A widow! A whore of unknown origin!"

She grabbed the teacup on the table and smashed it on the ground, her chest heaving violently.

"Ji Yongyan! You actually made me look bad in public for something like that!"

Rong Momo, who was beside her, dismissed everyone and stepped forward to help her up.

"Your Majesty, please calm down! You'll ruin your health if you get angry!"

"Calm down?" Shangguan Yun'er pushed her away, her bloodshot eyes filled with jealousy and murderous intent.

"How can I calm down!"

"That bitch, those eyes... she's definitely not simple!"

"And His Highness... the way he looked at that vile woman was exactly the same as when he mentioned the deceased Ya Ya!"

She couldn't wait any longer.

Ya Ya, who was alive, never fought for it.

A dead Ya Ya, she'd had enough.

She absolutely could not tolerate the appearance of a third woman who would steal her husband's heart!

Shangguan Yun'er suddenly grabbed Rong Momo's hand, her nails digging into the other's flesh.

"Granny."

Her voice was icy.

"Go find a few clean-cut people."

"I do not wish to see that widow surnamed Meng in the capital again."

"Make it clean, just pretend it was... an accidental fall into the water."