The weak prince's queen

Mo Feng stood quietly at the palace gate, his figure as straight as a pine tree, his gaze fixed firmly on the front, as if he had transformed into a statue. Time passed minute by minute, but he showed no sign of impatience, continuing to wait silently.

Finally, Chu Xiyue appeared at the city gate. She parted her red lips and said softly, "Prince, please stay. I'm here." Her voice was clear and melodious, like the chirping of a yellow oriole in a valley.

Xiao Zixuan quickly replied, "Hmm..." His gaze involuntarily fell on Chu Xiyue, his eyes revealing a complex emotion. Every moment of their conversation had been filled with laughter and joy, a time of joy he had never known before. Now, watching her retreating figure, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of loss.

After Chu Xiyue boarded the carriage and departed, Xiao Zixuan slowly withdrew his gaze and turned to return to the East Palace. However, at this moment, a delicate figure suddenly rushed over from the side and tightly grasped his hand. It turned out to be Lin Ruoyun. She looked at Xiao Zixuan with tears in her eyes and choked with sobs, saying, "Your Highness, Your Highness... Didn't you say you would marry me? Why are you asking me to be a lowly servant now? Your Highness..."

Xiao Zixuan frowned slightly, and with an unhappy look on his face, he forcefully shook off Lin Ruoyun's hand and shouted angrily, "Lin Ruoyun, be aware of your own status! Now that you can enter the palace to serve as the head of the clothing department, it is already a great blessing for you. Don't be so ungrateful and ask for more!"

After hearing this, Lin Ruoyun cried even harder, tears pouring out like a flood. She cried out at the top of her lungs, "But I'm already yours, Your Highness... How could you do this to me? How can I live like this? Rather than living in such pain, I'd rather die... Wuuuuuu..."

Xiao Zixuan looked at Lin Ruoyun in front of him with indifference and said impatiently: "Hmph! This prince will not fall for your hypocritical tricks, get out of here!" His voice was cold and resolute, as if without any emotion at all.

When Lin Ruoyun heard this, tears burst out of her eyes. She cried bitterly, "Your Highness... Your Highness... How could you treat me like this? What do you think of me?" Her pitiful appearance made people feel pity for her.

However, Xiao Zixuan remained unmoved. He glanced at Lin Ruoyun with disdain and said coldly, "Do you think you're worthy enough to question this prince? If it weren't for your face, this prince wouldn't even bother to touch you! Someone, take this ungrateful woman away immediately. From now on, don't let her appear before this prince again without my permission, lest you ruin my good mood!"

Following Xiao Zixuan's command, two burly guards rushed out and quickly walked to Lin Ruoyun's side. They grabbed Lin Ruoyun's arms, one on the left and one on the right, and dragged her out the door without saying a word.

Lin Ruoyun struggled and cried out in desperation: "Your Highness... Your Highness... Please tell me, what should I do to satisfy you? Your Highness..." But her pleading did not get even a trace of sympathy or response from Xiao Zixuan.

Poor Lin Ruoyun was completely powerless to resist and could only allow the two burly and powerful guards to drag her away like a sack. She struggled constantly along the way, but to no avail. Instead, it made the two guards even more impatient and quickened their pace.

Soon, they arrived at the door of the room where the maids lived. After arriving at the place, the two guards showed no mercy at all. They just exerted force with their arms at the same time, swung them hard, and threw Lin Ruoyun directly into the room as if throwing away garbage.

There was a dull thud, and Lin Ruoyun flew straight into the air like a kite with its string cut, landing heavily on the cold, hard ground. The fall was so severe that Lin Ruoyun felt as if her bones were falling apart, the pain excruciating. However, the physical pain was far less than the pain in her heart. Even so, she couldn't suppress the surging grief within her. Tears flowed like a broken dam, and she kept muttering to herself, "Your Highness... why is this happening... why are you so heartless to me..."

Lin Ruoyun couldn't care less. She hugged her slender legs tightly, burying her face between her knees. Her delicate body trembled with sobs. Her tears soaked her skirt and the ground beneath her feet. As she sobbed, she repeated those heartbreaking words over and over again: "What should I do? Am I really going to be content to be a lowly slave for the rest of my life? No! I will never accept my fate!"

Just as Lin Ruoyun was lost in pain and despair, she suddenly recalled Xiao Zixuan's words. At first, she didn't pay much attention to their meaning, but now, thinking carefully, she seemed to understand. Although she still felt indignant about Xiao Zixuan's actions, she knew that blindly blaming others was useless. So, she took a deep breath, tried to control her excitement, and began to calm down. Gradually, a bold plan began to take shape in her mind...