Transmigration: Reverse Exploitation, the System Works for Me

Zhen Huan covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and stepped in. She stood by the partition between the bedroom and the outside, looking at the Fourth Prince's shiny knees, which had just been coated with ointment, with a half-smile.

"Fourth Prince, is this medicine for your injuries working well?"

The Fourth Prince's expression suddenly changed, his face showing both icy killing intent and boundless fear.

Almost as soon as Zhen Huan finished speaking, he hurriedly bent down to wipe the medicine off his knees.

But as soon as he made a move, another eunuch who had been guarding the bed stepped forward and pressed his upper body into the bedding.

At the same time, the palace maid who was applying the medicine to him held down his feet to prevent him from rubbing the medicine off his knees due to vigorous movement.

How could the Fourth Prince, a mere child, possibly defeat two adults? He struggled in vain, unable to remove even the smallest bit of medicine.

Zhen Huan stood outside the window, smiling brightly: "Fourth Prince, this medicine was given to me by you through someone. I think it works very well, so I'm letting you try it now."

How could it not work? She only used it for half a month, and it actually made her sterile!

This bastard has harmed her to such an extent; how could she be content if she didn't also kill off this bastard's lineage?

The Fourth Prince's pupils constricted sharply. The Xia family's infertility-inhibiting drug!

He struggled even more fiercely, but after a while, a sharp pain rose from his lower abdomen. It wasn't just pain, but also coldness, and this coldness even spread to his genitals.

In a daze, he had the illusion that someone was stabbing him hard in the lower abdomen and genitals with ice needles.

"Ah—" the Fourth Prince roared in pain.

Zhen Huan smiled and said, "I forgot to tell you, the medicine you just drank was called Nine Cold Soup."

"If a woman drinks it, she will lose her fertility in a short time. I am very curious whether it will have the same effect if a man takes it."

The veins on the Fourth Prince's forehead bulged, whether from anger or pain after hearing Zhen Huan's words, it was unclear.

"You shameless, despicable person!"

Sweating profusely, the Fourth Prince turned to look at Zhen Huan outside the window and began to curse, his heart filled with despair.

His reputation is ruined, his father despises him, and now his lineage has been cut off.

Is there any hope left for him in this lifetime?

"Ah—" the Fourth Prince shouted in a loud voice as if venting his anger.

The sound was so loud that it could be heard even outside Chengqian Palace.

Zhen Huan didn't care about the commotion he was making; she simply instructed the eunuchs and maids in the room, "Hold him down for a quarter of an hour."

Then he turned and left with an air of nonchalance.

Back in the main hall, Juqing asked Zhen Huan with concern, "Your Majesty, were the things you just said to the Fourth Prince true?"

If it's true, and it gets out to others, the Empress will be finished.

Although Her Majesty dismissed the other palace servants just now, every flower and tree in this palace can speak.

If the Empress finds out, she will certainly not have a good time.

Zhen Huan chuckled lightly: "Of course it's fake. The plaster is just a common one for removing blood stasis and promoting blood circulation, and the decoction is also for dispelling cold and warming the body. It's just that two ingredients that cause abdominal pain were added to the decoction."

Juqing asked in surprise, "Then why did you say those things to the Fourth Prince, Your Highness?"

"That bastard is insidious and suspicious, yet remarkably resilient. If we don't completely extinguish his hopes and leave him utterly despondent, how can he possibly take his own life?"

Juqing's eyes widened suddenly. Was she going to end it all herself?

"My lady..."

Zhen Huan gazed wistfully out the window: "Even if he doesn't commit suicide, once he mistakenly believes that he is no longer a man, he will definitely cower in his room, unwilling to face the strange looks from others."

"Furthermore, even if he is tough enough, the injury on his knee is enough to keep him resting for ten days to half a month. And after that, I will make him suffer new injuries."

"That room is full of good things sent by the Xia family. As long as that bastard spends enough time in contact with it, one day it will drain his life force and cause him to die a violent death!"

If Wei Lin hadn't returned to the palace, she wouldn't have known that there were so many harmful and filthy things in her room.

The investigation into the infertility drug and the midwife yielded no results, but the furniture was easy to find; it turned out to be "good stuff" that the Xia family had painstakingly scavenged from the late emperor's harem.

As night fell, a series of loud smashing sounds came from the rear hall of Chengqian Palace.

Ignoring his knee injury, the Fourth Prince went on a rampage, smashing and destroying everything in sight. Furniture was broken and lying on the ground, window and bed curtains were torn down, and various enamel objects were scattered all over the place.

The palace maids and eunuchs were all chased out, and anyone who tried to get close would be smashed by the Fourth Prince.

After hearing the report, Zhen Huan not only did not visit him, but instead had Ju Qing bring her a bowl of calming soup.

Even if the Empress Dowager didn't care, the palace servants below her weren't made of iron either—even if they were, they wouldn't be able to endure the freezing temperatures of the capital city, which were below minus ten degrees Celsius.

Soon, only the Fourth Prince, who was crying and laughing like a madman, remained in the back hall.

A cold wind blew in through the broken doors and windows, dissipating the warmth of the incense burner inside the hall.

The Fourth Prince was shivering uncontrollably from the cold.

It was not only cold, but also very painful.

—The real swelling and stinging pain in my knee.

—The suffering caused by the inability to perpetuate humane lineages.

—The bitterness of a hopeless life and a dead end.

What's the point?

Such a broken body, such a desperate situation, such a hopeless life.

Destroy it!

Disappear~

The Fourth Prince, heartbroken, got up from the ground, dragging a long gauze curtain in his hand.

He stumbled to the incense burner, ignoring the scorching heat of the copper fire shield, picked it up and threw it aside, then tossed the gauze curtain in his hand into the charcoal fire.

The acrid smell of burning protein filled the air instantly, but the Fourth Prince simply lowered his head, staring intently at the small flame that had been lit.

The Chengqian Palace caught fire.

The first person to discover this was Xiao Lianzi from Zhongcui Palace.

At that time, Yu Ying'er had not yet gone to bed. After hearing Xiao Lianzi's report, she hurriedly opened the window, but saw nothing.

"Oh, Your Majesty, the fire shouldn't be too big yet. Not to mention our palace, you can't see anything even on the palace road."

The palace walls are three zhang high, what can you see?

“This servant has had a keen sense of smell since childhood. The air here is filled with the smell of burnt clothes and fabrics. Moreover, this servant went to the palace road to smell it and there was a faint sandalwood fragrance.”

Almost everyone in the palace knew that Consort Wan had given the fourth prince the sandalwood furniture she used in the Suiyu Pavilion.

"This servant walked around Chengqian Palace and found that the smell was strongest near the rear hall. If I'm not mistaken, the rear hall of Chengqian Palace must have caught fire."

Yu Ying'er's eyes flickered as she grabbed Qingzhu's sleeve and asked, "The back hall of Chengqian Palace is so close to our Zhongcui Palace. If the fire gets too big, will it endanger us?"

Qingzhu was uncertain: "This servant dares not guarantee Your Highness. But if Zhongcui Palace is affected, Yonghe Palace will definitely be in even worse shape."

Tonight, Consort Zhao will be attending to the Emperor, who will be staying at Yonghe Palace.