The cruel little princess

Until it was completely dark, the night fell like a huge piece of black silk, covering the entire palace, and it was time to light the lamps.

Lanterns were lit everywhere in the palace, and the dim lights swayed in the night breeze, casting mottled light and shadows.

Shen Youyou finally walked out of the room exhausted. Her steps were weak, as if she had used up all her strength in every step.

Her face was as pale as paper, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, her lips had lost their color, and she looked exhausted.

"Let Madam Zuo come and see Qingqing! She's fine!" Shen Youyou's voice was weak but revealed a hint of relief. As soon as she finished speaking, she staggered, leaned forward, and almost fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms stretched out from the side and held her tightly in their arms like iron clamps.

That was His Royal Highness Prince Jin. He was impatient to just wait in the study in the front yard drinking tea in silence, so he left Lord Zuo and his brother-in-law and went to the backyard alone.

His Royal Highness Prince Jin has been standing nearby, keeping a close eye on the situation inside the house.

His eyes were full of heartache and concern, and he frowned as he looked at his weak wife in his arms.

"Let the imperial physician take care of the rest! I'll take the princess to rest first!"

His Royal Highness Prince Jin gave the order in an unquestionable tone, his voice low and majestic, echoing in the courtyard.

He carefully picked up Shen Youyou, turned around and walked into the hall, taking every step steadily, for fear of disturbing the exhausted lover in his arms.

"Thank you, Princess! Thank you, Your Highness!" Madam Zuo could only mutter her thanks, her eyes full of gratitude.

She looked at Shen Youyou's weak appearance, feeling both grateful and guilty.

Seeing that the princess was so tired that her face turned pale and she could hardly stand, Madam Zuo felt guilty. She knew very well that it was Shen Youyou who had tried her best to save her daughter.

But thinking of her daughter's previous critical condition, she was filled with worry about her daughter. For a moment, she couldn't say anything else. She could only stand there in a daze, constantly expressing her gratitude.

"Chun Tao, find some maids to move Miss Zuo to the side hall to rest."

His Royal Highness Prince Jin gave orders in an orderly manner.

While carrying Shen Youyou into the inner room, he arranged the follow-up matters.

Although Miss Zuo is now on the chaise longue outside, if he wants to bring Youyou into the inner room, he must pass by the chaise longue.

In his opinion, how could a third person be allowed in the private space of the couple?

What's more, he also knew that it was not appropriate to send Miss Zuo home in such a state. It would be better for her to recuperate directly in the side hall of the palace.

After everyone was arranged, Madam Zuo and Lord Zuo hurried to the side hall. Seeing their daughter's face gradually turning rosy, they finally felt relieved.

My daughter lay quietly on the bed, breathing steadily, as if she was just asleep, no longer looking like she was on the verge of life and death.

Xiaolan was kneeling beside the bed, crying silently.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears kept sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

"Please punish me, Master and Madam! I haven't taken good care of the young lady! I failed to protect her well!" Xiaolan sobbed, her voice full of self-blame and regret.

She felt that she had failed in her responsibility to protect the young lady, causing her to suffer so much pain.

Madam Zuo took Xiaolan's hand and patted it gently, comforting her, "Good child, don't cry! I know you are a good person!

The master has sent people to inquire about what happened today. If you hadn’t risked your life to protect Qingqing, I’m afraid she would have… would have…”

Mrs. Zuo was heartbroken for a moment. She thought of the even more terrible consequences her daughter might encounter. She covered her eyes with a handkerchief and could not utter a word. Her body trembled slightly.

Lord Zuo slowly patted his wife's back and said, "Madam, don't be sad! Fortunately, Qingqing is fine!"

As the saying goes: Those who survive a great disaster will be blessed in the future!

Our youthful blessings are just around the corner!"

His voice was steady and powerful as he tried to comfort his grieving wife, and there was a look of relief in his eyes at having survived the disaster.

"Yes, yes!" Mrs. Zuo held back her tears with a handkerchief, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

"It's all thanks to you, Xiaolan, that Qingqing didn't suffer any more today!"

As if she remembered something, Madam Zuo said bitterly, "How despicable is that Princess Fukang, so arrogant and domineering! She beats people in the street without any reason!

Master! I don’t care! You must seek justice for Qingqing! "

There was a flame of anger burning in her eyes, and she felt extremely resentful of Princess Fukang's actions.

Madam Zuo seemed to have made up her mind, "Tomorrow I will submit a letter to the palace and meet the Empress!

Please, Queen, do justice!"

She clenched her fists, as if she had already seen the moment of justice for her daughter.

"Madam, don't worry!" Lord Zuo is in a high position, so he always considers things more comprehensively and in the long term.

He frowned, his expression solemn, "Tomorrow I will go to the palace first to meet His Majesty!

See what His Majesty means!"

What Lord Zuo didn't say was: After all, this matter concerns the reputation of both countries. Princess Fukang represents the Qinglong Kingdom, and His Majesty may not want to make things too ugly.

Most of the time, they will pick it up high and put it down lightly, and then it will not be so easy to seek justice for their daughter.

Thinking of this, he felt helpless and secretly sighed at the grievances his daughter had suffered.

"Okay!" Mrs. Zuo nodded. Although she was still angry, she also knew that her husband's considerations made sense.

"Tomorrow you will go to the General's Mansion to thank General Shen for saving your life!"

Mrs. Zuo reminded again.

In her opinion, this kindness must be appreciated.

If the general is still alive and has a wife, then Madam Zuo can just visit him tomorrow to express her gratitude.

However, Shen Duanfang has never remarried since his wife passed away, and it has been the same for more than ten years.

There are only the two of them, father and son, in the General's Mansion, so if Madam Zuo goes there, her status might be a bit awkward.

It would be better to let Lord Zuo go and express his gratitude directly. After all, General Shen also played a role in saving his daughter, so he should thank him as well.

Shen Youyou was gently placed on the bed by His Royal Highness Prince Jin and was cared for like a treasure.

His Royal Highness Prince Jin's movements were so gentle and full of tenderness. He carefully took off her shoes for her, and the shoes were gently placed on the bed without making a sound.

Then, he removed her socks with great care, his fingers touching her skin inadvertently with tenderness.

After arranging all this, he pulled the quilt over and gently covered Shen Youyou with it, allowing her to lie comfortably on the bed and rest.

In order to save Zuo Qingqing, Shen Youyou concentrated her attention for a long time, pouring her heart and soul into every injection.

She was like she was playing tug-of-war with death, not daring to relax for a moment. After persisting for so long, her body and spirit seemed to be drained. She was really exhausted and tired to the extreme.

Fortunately, Zuo Qingqing was no longer seriously injured. This good news was like a reassurance, completely relaxing her tense nerves. She could no longer resist the fatigue that surged like a tide, and she slowly closed her eyes, allowing herself to fall into a deep sleep. Her breathing gradually became even and slow.

Meanwhile, at the post station, Princess Fukang, who had returned to her room, was now burning with rage. The anger in her heart was like a raging flame, burning more and more fiercely, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became!

Her face flushed with anger and her eyes gleamed with hatred.

"You, Shen Zijin, and Shen Youyou! You're both bastards!"

She cursed through gritted teeth, as if this could ease the anger in her heart a little.

In a rage, she swung her sleeves and swept all the porcelain teacups on the table beside her to the ground.

In an instant, accompanied by a crackling sound, porcelain fragments scattered all over the ground like snowflakes, flashing dazzling light under the light. Some fragments bounced up, hit the wall and fell down again.

Fu Junhua had noticed Princess Fukang's abnormality a long time ago. He was downstairs and could clearly hear the sounds of smashing and cursing coming from Princess Fukang's room upstairs.

He was secretly shocked and thought: Isn't this Sister You too fierce?!

How could he possibly make Princess Fukang so angry?!

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a hint of gloating, and his eyes flashed with curiosity, like a person who smelled gossip and couldn't wait to find out the truth.

So, Fu Junhua came to Princess Fukang's door under the pretext of concern, but actually wanted to eat melons.

He straightened his clothes, pretended to be worried, and walked towards the guards at the door.

"Is Princess free now? I would like to see you."

He politely asked the guard outside the door, his voice gentle and humble, but his eyes kept glancing into the room, trying to see what was going on inside through the door.