The Prince Consort's Beloved

Li Yuanrou turned her head and saw beads of sweat oozing from Xiao Luobai's forehead. His wound must be really painful, and she began to feel sorry for him again.

But she was still angry. Even if that woman was not Xiao Luobai's woman, she was related to him. Otherwise, would her elder sister have gone to so much trouble to send her into her house?

Finally, Li Yuanrou helped Xiao Luobai back to the bed with an awkward face. No matter how Xiao Luobai tried to please her, Li Yuanrou remained unmoved.

Xiao Luobai was very depressed, and silently took a heavy note of He Wenzheng in his heart.

He knew very well that the so-called "concubine" was definitely not sent by the eldest princess.

The eldest princess has always hoped that he and Rou'er would get along well. Only a narrow-minded man like He Wenzheng would have such low-level ideas.

Although he initially thought that He Wenzheng would not do such a thing to disgust him at this critical moment, but now that he thought about it carefully, he, He Wenzheng, was not a normal person.

A normal person wouldn't do this, but He Wenzheng might not.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was true. He could not help but sneer. It was outrageous that He Wenzheng had framed him in such a despicable way. There must have been a reason why he disliked him in the first place. Such despicable behavior was truly shameful!

Thinking back to the time when the late emperor intended to match him up with the eldest princess, although neither he nor the eldest princess had such intention, He Wenzhen was still very angry. Every time he saw him, he was in a bad mood and would make some sarcastic remarks. It was really ridiculous.

Xiao Luobai felt the breath of Kunpeng who was peeping outside the door disappear, and he sneered in his heart again. Since he didn't take good care of his injury, then he might as well not do it. If he, Xiao Luobai, didn't have a good life, no one else would have a good life either.

Before I could fall asleep, Kunpeng came back.

On his way back, he met Qingzhou who had failed to leave the house.

Qingzhou looked dejected.

Luo Xing originally wanted to cooperate with Qingzhou in the evacuation, but Qingzhou did not come out. Luo Xing was anxious to go back, so he wandered outside the palace for two circles. He was discovered by the patrolling guards. Suddenly, several times more soldiers came and surrounded the princess's palace. He could not get out, so Luo Xing went back alone.

Li Yuanrou looked at Qingzhou with red eyes and comforted him with a few words. There was nothing else she could do but to temporarily settle Qingzhou down.

Qingzhou's mood was at its lowest point. When he was being led by Kunpeng to his residence, his eyes became sore as he walked and he couldn't help crying.

Kunpeng scolded him coldly: "Men don't shed tears easily. You just didn't get out, you didn't die, why are you crying?"

Qing Zhou wiped away her tears and said angrily: "What do you know!"

Seeing that Qingzhou was young, Kunpeng did not argue with him and led him to his residence and left.

Qingzhou sat on the bed and looked at the strange room. The night was long and the loneliness was magnified invisibly. He burst into tears and shouted, "Sister..."

He looked at the dark yard outside and couldn't help but think of the past.

He was born into a noble family in the south of the Yangtze River, and his family's unique martial arts skills were unrivaled in the martial arts world.

Because the secret book of Qinggong was not passed on to others, he was ambushed by the martial arts sects and his entire family was wiped out.

He was just a half-grown child at that time. When he escaped with the help of his servants, he was chased again. All the people who escorted him were killed in the battle. He was injured and fell into the river and drifted downstream. When he was dying, he was rescued by He Wenzhen and the eldest princess who were passing by for fun.

He opened his eyes in a daze and saw himself being held in the arms of a woman. The temperament between the woman's eyebrows and eyes was very similar to that of his elder sister, generous yet gentle.

He thought it was his own sister. He half-opened his eyes and shed tears while choking and shouting, "Sister, sister..."

He was then settled down by Princess He Wenzheng and her husband. More than a year later, the two of them helped him to avenge his death.

No one in his family survived except him. After his great revenge, he seemed to be free from all worries in this world. He didn't know where to go. When he felt lonely, he often thought of himself lying in someone's arms when he was dying. That person had been frowning, but when he saw him waking up, he suddenly smiled. His smile was bright and as amiable as his elder sister who had practiced martial arts since childhood.

The eldest princess's sincere smile at that time was like a sudden burst of light in the endless darkness, giving him hope of life.

But he never saw the eldest princess again, nor did he feel that kind of warmth again, but he still regarded the eldest princess as his elder sister, which was his only thought.

Later, when the eldest princess set up a palace, he entered the palace as a concubine to protect her.

Because of his good Qinggong skills, the task of delivering someone to Princess Shanyang's mansion fell on him this time.

He didn't want to come at first, but after He Wenzheng's persuasion failed, he went to find the eldest princess, and only after the eldest princess's persuasion did he agree to come.

He can still remember the ugly look on He Wenzheng's face when he asked him to send someone off. He said, "Haha, this man refused to reveal his identity and asked for Xiao Luobai by name. It must be some woman that Xiao Luobai kept outside. This woman must be sent to Princess Shanyang's mansion. Not only that, but she must be handed over to Princess Shanyang in person. Let Xiao Luobai go against me all the time. This time I'm going to teach him a lesson, hahahaha..."

The more Qingzhou thought about it, the angrier he became. Ever since He Wenzheng was forgiven by the princess three days ago, he had become even more shameless. The entire princess's mansion was filled with his wild and shameless laughter every day.

He also remembered that the day before yesterday He Wenzheng deliberately dragged the young master to their yard, saying that they were going to drink, but in fact he was just showing off.

He even pretended to be regretful and said hypocritically to Chengfeng: "Oh Chengfeng, I originally intended to entrust Yuan Tao to you, but you just don't have this blessing. God just won't let this general die hahahaha..."

After he finished speaking, he burst into laughter. Chengfeng had a blank expression on his face and didn't want to pay any attention to him.

The young master asked He Wenzheng: "Dad, who is better at martial arts, you or my uncle?"

He Wenzheng glared and said arrogantly: "Do I even need to ask? Of course it's me, your father. Although your uncle is good at martial arts, he is a loser. He does not work all day long. All he thinks about is matters between men and women. He only knows how to fool around in bed with your aunt. I guess he can't even lift a sword now, hahahaha..."

After he finished speaking, he continued to laugh smugly to himself, not noticing the embarrassed expression of Li Youan next to him.

Qingzhou sneered with disdain at the thought of this, and said that others were useless. He, He Wenzhen, was now tied to the eldest princess's belt. He acted like a big shot in front of them, but in front of the eldest princess he was just a despicable lackey.

If the princess hadn't felt sorry for the arrow wound in his chest, she would have kicked He Wenzheng out of Hanshuang Garden long ago.

Seeing that Li Youan was speechless for a moment, He Wenzheng said shamelessly: "Son, you are not talking because you doubt that what Daddy said is not true. Daddy is a general who has been on the battlefield for a long time. How can his martial arts be worse than your uncle, a little man who only knows how to talk about love and spends all day lying under your aunt's pomegranate skirt."

He pointed at Cheng Feng and the others arrogantly and said, "Don't even mention your uncle. Even if all of them come together, they are no match for Daddy."

Chengfeng and his companions all looked at him with disdain, and were dismissive of his nonsense. They might not be able to defeat him alone, but how could they not be able to defeat He Wenzheng alone if they attacked him together? If they hadn't given him face, they would have gone up and beaten him up long ago.