The Virtuous Concubine

The prince looked at the cold sword at his feet, then glanced sideways at Malu who had regained his composure. An expression of pain, struggle and determination appeared on his face.

At this moment, Malu's face showed a calmness that transcended life and death. Her eyes were like a pool of quiet autumn water, clear to the bottom, reflecting the figure of the prince.

Seeing that he was struggling between inner and outer feelings, Malu just nodded slightly, took off the scarf around his neck, straightened his back, revealing his snow-white neck, actually ready to be killed.

"Yinreng, I won't blame you."

Hearing Malu say this, Kangxi's face turned pale, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit fire: "Bitch, you are still pretending to struggle before you die! Go ahead, go ahead, Yinreng!"

But the prince hesitated to move.

Kangxi tightly grasped the armrest of the dragon throne, wishing he could do something for the crown prince, and shouted, "You rebellious son! You even gave up your position as crown prince for this woman? You are destroying our ancestors' foundation in one fell swoop! In your eyes, millions of people are not as good as a woman?"

Amid Kangxi's roar, the prince gradually bent down and used all his strength to pick up the sword that was originally in Kangxi's hand.

Rong Ji wanted to rush over to stop the prince, but was knocked unconscious by the sharp-eyed Liang Jiugong. Rong Ji felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and his body instantly lost consciousness. He fell down limply, and was then quickly dragged away by Liang Jiugong and several guards.

The prince held the sword in his hand and turned to look at Malu. The tip of the sword was only a millimeter away from Malu's throat. "I have always wanted to ask you, have you ever regretted being with me?"

Malu smiled, his face pale from the excessive blood loss: "I regret, but I don't regret. I shouldn't have affected your reputation and future, but I don't regret the time I spent with you."

The prince laughed loudly after hearing this, "Okay, okay, I am satisfied with what you said. But I don't know what to do in this situation. I don't want to lose you, nor do I want to disappoint the emperor's expectations. But now, I am caught in this dilemma. It seems that no matter what choice I make, I am destined to hurt one side."

Malu walked forward gently, held the prince's hand, and with a little force, put the sword in front of himself, and said softly: "Yinreng, I understand. I don't want to be a burden to you. If my death can be exchanged for reconciliation between you and the emperor, there is nothing wrong with it. This may be the last thing I can do for you."

The prince suddenly broke free from Malu's hand and put the sword behind his back.

"Father, I know I have sinned deeply. When I fell in love with her and asked her to be with me, I was ashamed to face my ancestors. I am sorry for your kindness in raising me and your earnest expectations. I have failed the trust and trust of the Qing imperial family. But I...I really can't let her go. Even if I have to give up everything in this world, I don't want to lose her."

As he spoke, the prince turned his head and looked at Kangxi, his eyes filled with pleading and despair: "Father, I came here today not to threaten you, nor to ask you to forgive my mistakes. I only ask you to spare the lives of Malu and her unborn child for my sincere heart."

After saying that, the prince slashed down with his knife, accurately slashing Malu's neck. Malu's body instantly went limp, and the prince quickly hugged her and gently put her on the ground.

Then, he knelt on his knees and kowtowed heavily to Kangxi, his forehead hitting the ground with a dull sound: "I am willing to exchange my life for their safety. I beg Your Majesty to grant this."

Kangxi sat on the dragon throne, watching all this quietly. His face was terribly gloomy, because he knew that this son who had spent the most effort on him was ruined!

"You said you weren't threatening me!"

The prince seemed to be deaf to Kangxi's roar, and raised his hand and stabbed the sword directly into his chest!

Kangxi's eyes widened in horror, his body involuntarily leaning forward, as if he wanted to stop all this from happening, but by now, the long period of mental tension and exhaustion had left his body completely unable to control itself. He could only watch the prince do this crazy thing, uttered a cry of despair, then collapsed on the dragon throne and fainted.

At this critical moment, a crisp whip sound broke through the almost frozen air.

Suddenly, the scene was chaotic.

It turned out that a nimble figure quickly flashed to Malu's side, holding a long whip. At the moment when the prince was about to stab the sword into his chest, the long whip in her hand was like a spirit snake coming out of a hole, and wrapped around the sword in the prince's hand. Then, she suddenly exerted force and forcibly snatched the sword from the prince's hand and threw it far away.

Everyone looked over in surprise, only to see that the person was Princess Wenxian disguised as a eunuch!

She was dressed in eunuch's clothes, with her hair tied in a hat, and she had painted her face with some black powder to cover up her originally fair face, but her lively eyes and familiar figure still allowed everyone to recognize her at a glance.

Wen Xian whipped the prince's sword away, but did not let him go. No one knew how long she had been eavesdropping after sneaking into the Qianqing Palace, but it was clear that she had heard every word of the most critical and important part of the conversation.

She gritted her teeth, swung the long whip in her hand with great force, and lashed at the prince fiercely. The long whip whistled through the air, and every time it fell, it was accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, as if she had just saved the prince, just to kill him with her own hands to relieve the hatred in her heart.

"I let you seduce my mother and bring harm to my mother. As a prince, you are so shameless——" She shouted angrily while whipping him.

Just as Liang Jiugong was about to call someone outside to stop the princess, Wen Xian suddenly pulled out a musket, pointed it at Liang Jiugong, and said coldly: "Liang Daban, I advise you to be more obedient, otherwise, the wealth and glory you dream of will probably be nothing but a moon in the water and a flower in the mirror. You can earn it but not enjoy it."

Upon seeing this, Liang Jiugong was so frightened that his face turned pale. He quickly stopped and dared not move at all. He stood there trembling.

The prince was beaten to pieces by Wen Xian's whip, but he didn't say a word and didn't even try to dodge. He just asked Wen Xian to call a doctor immediately. After all, Malu was pregnant and couldn't lose any more blood.

Seeing the prince like this, Wen Xian became even more furious. He swung the whip in his hand more and more quickly, cursing, "How dare you, you wicked thing? If it weren't for you, my mother would be doing well as a concubine now!"

But she still stopped and asked Aunt Hongyu, who was hiding in the back, to help her mother to the warm room next door to rest, and then called in Doctor Rong.

Liang Jiugong looked at Hongyu and regretted it so much. Why did he miss her? !

Hongyu didn't even look at Liang Jiugong, she just supported Malu and took him away. At this time, only the prince, Wen Xian, Liang Jiugong and the fainted Kangxi were left in the hall.