The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 1430: 1425: Seeking an Audience with Miaoyan

Chapter 1430: Chapter 1425: Seeking an Audience with Miaoyan

“Why did you co to deliver? Where is my uncle, Zhuo Junli? I want to see him!” Leng Shuqing’s lips were stained with blood, her voice tore through the air like a harsh winter gale, already hoarse beyond recognition.

Lu Mian’s eyes were icy cold, “The Leng family is barely able to protect itself, what makes you think you deserve to see Zhuo Junli?”

“My uncle will definitely co to save ! Lu Mian, you have a grudge against him, but you can’t defeat him!”

Much quicker-witted than Leng Muling, Leng Shuqing had people investigate early on and had even spoken with Zhuo Junli herself. Lu Mian, being Yun Sijin’s cousin, deeply hated Zhuo Junli for taking Yun Sijin away, thus he bitterly despised the Leng family, wishing to eradicate them swiftly!

She absolutely could not die by such a man’s hand!

Moreover… she had not yet witnessed the collapse of Chu Yihan and Su Yingxue’s relationship; how could she die content?

Leng Shuqing’s eyes were especially stubborn, but Lu Mian took her out of the imperial prison, imposing an even more brutal death upon her.

Leng Shuqing’s mouth was gagged, and she was tied up and placed inside a large chest, on which Lu Mian made a fist-sized hole for her to clearly see the scenes on the street.

Today was the day when Chu Yihan accompanied Su Yingxue back to the Marquis’s Manor for a familial visit.

With the emperor’s presence, the entire street was under martial law, the commoners kneeling in welco, yet everyone could still see, inside the royal carriage, Su Yingxue sat by Chu Yihan’s side, both of them exuding a sober dignity. Yet Chu Yihan’s hand constantly rested on the back of her hand, a gesture of affection as well as silent protection.

Locked in the chest, Leng Shuqing was consud by hatred and wanted to scream madly, but could only emit suppressed noises, very quickly drowned out, unable to be heard by anyone.

Oh, how she hated!

Su Yingxue… why did you receive such adoration from Chu Yihan?

Your son, why is he the most honorable Crown Prince, Chu Yihan’s only son!

Why do you… monopolize the best things in this world?

Blurred by tears, Leng Shuqing’s vision was not the cruelest thing she faced.

The most cruel was when Lu Mian opened the chest, then a white silk tightened around her neck, and he spoken chillingly, “Did you see how the emperor accompanied the empress back ho for a family visit? Now you’ve seen it, you can depart in peace!”

“Lu Mian, spare ! Let live, I will make a coback!”

When Leng Shuqing struggled free, she roared these words.

But Lu Mian’s subordinate showed no rcy, tightening the grip on her neck with force, and just a few monts later, she lost consciousness.

Her body hung by the neck in the air, the death appearing incredibly eerie and tragic.

Lu Mian lifted her chin, glanced at her corpse, his lips curling into a mocking sneer, “Return her to the Leng family.”

“Yes,” his subordinates imdiately went to do so.

When the Leng family received Leng Shuqing’s body, the entire manor was imrsed in grief; the lady of the house fainted, near death, while Leng Kangcheng stood silently by Leng Shuqing’s body, shedding tears.

Leng Yi’s hair turned white overnight, full of silver strands, and he trembled as he approached Leng Shuqing’s body. He lifted the white cloth, saw her nearly severed neck and clutched his chest, “How could this child… die in such a manner?”

Zhuo Junli walked to his side, coldly stating, “She was strangled to death.”

“What?! Wasn’t the emperor supposed to grant her an execution? How could…”

“This is too much! Who carried out the execution? This is outrageous!” Leng Kangcheng stood up furiously, eyes red.

“Lu Mian.”

Zhuo Junli covered Leng Shuqing with the white cloth again, looking at her eyes, wide as brass bells, with pupils rolled back, filled with agony and hatred. Surely, her last monts were both painful and hateful.

How exactly had Lu Mian tortured her before having soone strangle her?

Zhuo Junli thought for a mont, “Today, the emperor sent the empress back to her paternal ho for a visit.”

So that was it.

The depth of Leng Shuqing’s obsession with Chu Yihan was sothing Lu Mian let her see, but she couldn’t change anything, ultimately strangling her to death with cruelty.

Ah, Lu Mian.

Zhuo Junli curled up a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, going to any length to oppose him.

Leng Shuqing couldn’t have a spirit tablet, only a hasty burial.

Zhuo Junli stood in front of Leng Shuqing’s grave, scattering a handful of paper money, whispering, “I had said from the beginning, I could save you montarily but not for a lifeti.”

From the mont she plotted against Chu Heng, there was no way out for her to live.

And from the mont she entered the palace, she was dood never to know happiness.

Marquis of Martial South’s Manor.

Su Yingxue hadn’t returned to the manor for a long ti, and upon her return, the whole family had to perform the ritual of homage to the sovereign, after a lot of hassle, she could finally sit down in the main hall, and she still sat at the highest seat, with her grandfather and brother seated to her left, She dearly wished to throw herself into her grandfather’s arms and act spoiled, but that was not allowed.

However, her junior, her brother Su Hao’s son Su Chenyang, was allowed.

He was only five years old, the darling of the family at the mont.

But he too wasn’t sitting in Su Qingzhi’s lap, just standing behind Wu Jinyan from ti to ti gently pounding her back with his little fists.

Su Yingxue looked joyfully at Wu Jinyan, “Sister-in-law must be nearly six months along now, right? Brother has been waiting for this child for over four years, finally it’s happened!”

Wu Jinyan, with a face as lovely as peach blossoms, shyly giggled, “Your Highness is joking.”

Su Hao turned and helped Wu Jinyan up, looking back tenderly at Su Yingxue, “Madam has worked hard managing household affairs, bearing another child is indeed exhausting.”

“Fortunately, Chenyang is obedient, he hasn’t made too distracted, only now can I carry this child in peace,” Wu Jinyan said, her face full of happy smiles.

She beckoned Su Chenyang forward to greet Su Yingxue.

Su Chenyang knelt before Chu Yihan and Su Yingxue with proper decorum, perford the homage, and then politely greeted, “Aunt, uncle, although Chenyang is young, he understands mother’s hardships and vows to strictly discipline himself, not overburdening his parents.”

“Very sensible.” Chu Yihan patted his head and handed him a knife, specially commissioned by a craftsman for Su Chenyang, who had begun practicing martial arts and needed a weapon.

Every mber of the Su family was profoundly grateful for Chu Yihan’s imperial favor.

Only Su Yingxue felt it wasn’t right, “Wouldn’t it be better to give sothing else? Chenyang is so young, having to study and train in martial arts, isn’t that too much pressure?”

She felt tired just looking at him.

“Chenyang isn’t tired, he is determined to be like his father, excelling in both scholarship and martial arts, to beco a pillar of the state,” Su Chenyang said assertively, his young age belied his imposing manner.

Old General Su was very satisfied every ti he saw this.

At the sa ti, he couldn’t help but frown at Su Yingxue, “Your Highness should not underestimate Chenyang, the emperor’s discipline over the Crown Prince is also extrely strict, unlike a girl who can be pampered, like little Miaoyan.”

“Miaoyan…”

Upon ntioning Miaoyan, Madam Yin stood up, kneeling before Su Yingxue, “This humble wife has a matter to ask of Your Highness and the emperor, I wonder if Your Highness might aid this humble wife.”

The hall of Su family mbers all were startled.

Madam Yin, being the wife of Su Qingzhi’s third son and mother to Miaoyan, was regarded by everyone as the most composed and responsible person, yet now she acted so abruptly?