The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 1721: 1714: Hong Lian's Mischief

Chapter 1721: Chapter 1714: Hong Lian’s Mischief

Lu Mian walked up to Leng Muling, raised his hand, and grabbed her by the neck. “Leng Muling, if you dare act out again, do you believe I’ll kill you right now?”

“Kill ? Do you dare?” Leng Muling’s breath was stifled, yet her dazzlingly sharp eyes stared unwaveringly at Lu Mian.

She was the legitimate daughter of the Pri Minister’s residence, the niece of Zhuo Junli, and Lu Mian had just married her the day after their wedding!

Kill her?

Leng Muling looked at him as if to challenge whether he dared make the move!

Lu Mian had served as an official for ten years. That resolute certainty in Leng Muling’s eyes—he understood it all too well.

Given her identity, he truly couldn’t kill her.

Lu Mian let go of her, his force slowly subsiding as his hand changed from gripping to stroking Leng Muling’s neck.

She was still young, more than an entire cycle younger than him, and her fair, delicate skin was smoother and softer than the finest mutton-fat jade, effortlessly stirring wicked thoughts in a man’s heart.

Lu Mian’s voice turned low and hoarse. “As your husband, I was rely joking with madam earlier. But madam should rember, no matter how delicious the palace’s morning als are, they aren’t ant for your daily consumption;

Your daily needs and comforts will be taken care of by .”

After leaving these words, Lu Mian turned and left.

Outside the door, Leng Qiu had been waiting in sheer terror. As soon as Lu Mian left, she rushed in and ran to Leng Muling’s side. “Miss, are you alright? Good heavens, why is your neck so red? Did Lord Lu choke you?”

Leng Muling touched her neck and coughed lightly twice. “It’s nothing. Bring the dicine box here and find sothing to apply.”

Her skin was fair and prone to bruises. Given Lu Mian’s heavy hand earlier, there would certainly be marks on her neck. In three days, she’d have to return ho; she couldn’t afford to worry her family.

“Miss! Since when did you prepare bruise-reducing ointnt? It even has usage instructions written on it—to use warm compresses before applying!” Leng Qiu exclaid in surprise as she opened the dicine box.

Leng Muling took it and looked closely. The handwriting was unmistakably penned by her ticulous Auntie.

Originally, she had only packed so dicine for her rainy-day knee pain, but the box was now stuffed full—golden wound dicine, gauze, all piled up.

It looked as though it was prepared for soldiers heading into battle.

Leng Muling chuckled bitterly. “Uncle is truly cunning.”

He had foreseen early on that she’d inevitably suffer physical distress here, going so far as to prepare such a generous supply of dicine.

Leng Qiu’s eyes welled up with tears of gratitude. “Our Madam from the Pri Minister’s Estate is still the kindest, always looking out for you, Miss! Look, there’s even a Heart Protection Pill here!

It’s said this Heart Protection Pill was granted to our Third Lord by the empress herself—it’s incredibly rare!”

“Don’t be moved. Uncle putting this in the box suggests I might face life-threatening danger—it’s not necessarily a good thing!”

Leng Muling, after all, understood her uncle quite well.

Would he pack so much quality dicine into her box if not for the possibility of mortal danger?

Leng Muling took a warm handkerchief and placed it on her neck.

As Leng Qiu watched her in a daze, she began applying dicine and pointed it out to Leng Qiu. “See, this blood-circulating, bruise-removing ointnt that Uncle prepared isn’t going to waste.

You’d better pray that the Heart Protection Pill never needs to be used; otherwise, your Miss might not even be salvageable.”

Leng Qiu: “…”

Could she take the Heart Protection Pill and return it to Third Lord?

Mo Residence.

Hong Lian stayed ho with their child, waiting for Mo Qi to return, who only ca back at dusk.

Upon his return, Mo Qi followed his usual routine: first, he removed his black armor, and then reached out to hold the child.

Holding the child, Mo Qi hefted him slightly. “Huan’er seems to have gained so weight.”

“He’s been eating a lot these past couple of days; naturally, he’s growing quickly!” Hong Lian replied with a gentle smile, offering her handkerchief in an attempt to wipe Mo Qi’s sweat off his forehead.

Mo Qi shifted while holding the child, evading her.

Hong Lian’s handkerchief went unused. She bit her lip in frustration and followed him quietly into the dining room.

At the dining table, Mo Qi sat in silence, holding Huan’er as he fed him, while Hong Lian kept talking non-stop. “Lord Lu from the Lu Estate got married. He sent over countless wedding candies and cakes; Huan’er loves them so much!”

Mo Qi replied icily, “He’s only one year old; stop feeding him such things.”

“But Huan’er likes them!” Hong Lian replied, placing a piece of beef into Mo Qi’s bowl. “Hubby, shouldn’t you be happy for them?

Miss Leng and Lord Lu are a match made in heaven. Both families co from noble households, and the marriage was even granted by imperial decree. Lord Lu was so kind to send wedding treats;

We ought to show so courtesy in return, don’t you think?”

“Bang—”

After feeding the child, Mo Qi slamd his chopsticks on the table. “My family is from humble origins; should we eat Lu Mian’s charity?”

“How are they charity…” Hong Lian stamred, gripping her handkerchief tightly, lowering her voice. “Among them, there’s also Miss Leng’s thoughtful regards!

She even wished for my happiness with Hubby and for us to have a prosperous life together!”

Hong Lian took a red congratulatory card from her sleeve as she spoke.

On it were indeed the blessings she described, the handwriting unmistakably Leng Muling’s.

But Mo Qi’s expression only grew colder. “Hong Lian, don’t think your petty tricks can fool ! Even though you’ve lost your martial arts, your background in Silver Moon Pavilion and the skills you possess are no secret to !

You’d better behave yourself!”

Hong Lian’s plot had been exposed yet again. In front of the servants, the humiliation was unbearable!

She clenched her lips angrily, and all her pent-up grievances exploded in that mont. “Fine! Then what if I’m not behaving? Mo Qi, don’t forget! I am your concubine, rightfully yours!

But Leng Muling—no matter how much you love her, no matter how unforgettable she is to you—she’s Lu Mian’s wife now!

She married another man, slept with another man, and now she is nothing but his prey in bed!

Can you keep longing for her? What good will it do?”

“Don’t you dare insult her!”

Mo Qi raised his hand and slapped her.

In his arms, young Mo Huan, who was in the middle of chewing his food, froze in shock, his tiny mouth slightly agape, undoubtedly frightened.

Mo Qi restrained his anger and called the nursemaid to take the child away for feeding.

With Mo Huan no longer present, Mo Qi’s expression remained frigid, showing no sign of softening.

He stared at Hong Lian, his gaze sharp and icy. “I’ve warned you many tis! Do not speak Leng Muling’s na again; you are not fit to be compared to her!

Before she got married, I knew the boundaries and obligations toward you;

Now that she’s married, I know even more about boundaries and responsibility!

But mark my words: Stop scheming with such petty tricks! If you behave yourself, you can remain in my residence, raising the child as a concubine, and I will not mistreat you in terms of clothing, food, shelter, or livelihood!

But beyond that, don’t even dream of anything else!”

Mo Qi clutched the red congratulatory card, channeling power into his hand. The card instantly crumbled into dust in his palm.

It was as if he wanted to crush Hong Lian’s scheming heart.

Once, she’d contested against the empress herself. Now, her eyes were set on Leng Muling.

On several occasions when Leng Muling was with Lu Mian, Hong Lian had provoked trouble from the shadows.