In Love With My Fierce Farming Wife!
Chapter 982 - 987: Missing Her by a Whisker!

Chapter 982: Chapter 987: Missing Her by a Whisker!

"Prince Uncle is joking."

Qin Hong’s face showed warmth as he bowed to Qin Yi, "My wife and I are deeply in love, and since our marriage we have respected each other like guests, living in harmony. I have always treated my wife with courtesy, never raising my voice, and I certainly never had multiple wives and concubines. The two of us can truly be considered a perfect model of blissful happiness. His Majesty only needs to investigate a little to know the truth of the matter!"

He spoke with complete certainty, without the slightest hint of guilt.

A few days ago, Qin Hong was appointed by His Majesty as the new Prince Xuan, thus the reference to Princess Consort Jun Ruoxue.

"This..."

Qin Yi found himself in a difficult position!

His face showing a touch of embarrassment, he couldn’t help but turn to look towards the beaded curtain.

"Since you say that you and your wife are so affectionate, why has your princess brought a complaint before the Empress? The Empress considers your lady as a sister, and now she has married you. Why would she still willingly risk the accusation of deceiving her sovereign and beg to divorce you?"

Behind the beaded curtain, Su Pan’er was listening to the conversation between the two men. Upon hearing this, she couldn’t help raising her eyebrows and looking towards Jun Ruoxue, who was beside her, her face flushed with anger as she hurriedly knelt down and cried out loudly.

"Empress, he is lying! You must not believe him! What he refers to as harmony is merely a facade for outsiders. Behind the scenes, he doesn’t care about Xue’er at all. As for his claim that he’s never had multiple wives or concubines, that’s even more laughable! He doesn’t have multiple wives, but he has a dozen maidservants in adjoining rooms and women he keeps outside the house... Empress, everything Xue’er says is true..."

Jun Ruoxue wept uncontrollably.

Su Pan’er frowned slightly, sighed quietly, and stepped forward to help Jun Ruoxue up.

"Younger Sister Xue’er, don’t panic! Isn’t His Majesty questioning Prince Xuan right now? We’ll know the outcome later, let’s continue listening."

Jun Ruoxue wanted to say more, but upon hearing Su Pan’er say this, she could only grit her teeth and nod. After wiping away her tears, she strained her ears to listen to the conversation outside.

"Prince Uncle, please see the truth!"

Qin Hong, having just bowed, showed a face full of shame and laughed awkwardly, "Not to be the butt of a joke in front of Prince Uncle, but although my wife and I are happily in love, we have yet to have any children. As I am getting older and still have no heir by my side, I thought of selecting two maidservants to halt their contraception, planning to raise their extraordinary babies under my wife’s name once they gave birth. However, my wife seems to have some minor objections to this..."

Having said this, he couldn’t help but lower his head, bowing to the ground and fell silent.

"It’s not like this at all! It’s not, Empress, don’t listen to his honeyed words, he is best at deceiving people! He never mentioned these matters to me! It’s not true, it’s not like this at all!"

Jun Ruoxue was panic-stricken and clearly out of sorts.

Su Pan’er didn’t speak, her eyes instead reflecting deep thought.

Her expression made Jun Ruoxue even more panicked!

Not caring about propriety, she hurriedly crawled forward, clinging to Su Pan’er’s skirt, her fingers turning white from the strength of her grip.

"Sister Pan’er, Sister Pan’er, believe me, believe that Xue’er isn’t lying! Wuu wuu wuu..."

Like a pear blossom bathed in the rain of spring!

The beauty crying pitifully, with a delicate charm amidst her sorrow, softened even a woman like Su Pan’er’s heart, let alone the men!

It’s really incomprehensible; how blind must Qin Hong be to give up such a beauty as Xue’er and spend one long, lonely night after another all by himself?

Su Pan’er sighed and stretched out her hand to hold Jun Ruoxue’s.

"Sister Pan’er believes in you! However, the current matter is not about whether I believe in you or not. Qin Hong has already said such things in front of His Majesty, I’m afraid this..."

"Sister Pan’er..."

Jun Ruoxue covered her face and wept bitterly!

Su Pan’er gently patted her fragrant shoulder, "Don’t cry, don’t cry! The matter has not yet reached its final moment, so there is still room for maneuver. Let’s do this!" She thought for a moment and then came up with a compromise, "Why don’t you have the Jun Family step in and negotiate with Prince Xuan. Otherwise, you can produce eyewitnesses and physical evidence, I believe when that time comes and you present your evidence on the dragon desk, even Prince Xuan won’t be able to deny it!"

These words made Jun Ruoxue sob even more breathlessly, "My... my grandfather... he absolutely doesn’t want me to get divorced..."

A faint sound of weeping came from inside, and Qin Yi also felt somewhat troubled. However, the Qin Hong standing before him, bowing with his head down and eyes lowered as though he hadn’t heard a thing, remained quietly in his place.

"So the issue of having an heir is why you had a quarrel with her!"

Qin Yi coughed lightly, "Although it was a misunderstanding, you should still clear things up with her later, and be sure not to wrong her. The Empress is very close to Princess Consort Xuan, and if she comes to the Empress, I can only trouble you for it! Next time, don’t blame your imperial uncle for not considering our kinship, and be prepared for twenty strokes with the pole."

Such a quarrel had actually reached him as if his palace were a grocery market?

Qin Hong immediately prostrated himself, nearly raising his hand in an oath, "Rest assured, Your Highness! Such an incident will never happen again!"

Qin Yi had no choice but to nod again and again, reprimanding Qin Hong a few more times before finally allowing him to leave the palace.

Once Qin Hong had left, Qin Yi got up and moved behind the beaded curtain, only to see Jun Ruoxue crying like a teary figure.

Jun Ruoxue was crying as if her life depended on it, "Younger Sister Xue’er has been married to him for more than three years, and I have endured his cold demeanor all these years. I thought... I thought that once His Majesty... once Your Majesty intervened on behalf of your servant, I would surely not be wronged. But I didn’t expect it to end like this! Have I wasted these years for nothing, am I to continue wasting them away?"

These words also left Qin Yi feeling somewhat helpless.

He turned around and with a flourish sat down on the chair, carrying his dragon robe with him.

"What are your plans regarding this matter?"

It was Jun Ruoxue whom Qin Yi was questioning.

Jun Ruoxue stopped her sniffling and looked up with teary eyes at Qin Yi before her.

At this moment, his thick black eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his features were sharp and well-defined, revealing a handsome face with a hint of arrogance. With just his presence in the seat, he exuded an imperial sharpness that could quell the world from within!

His mischievously beautiful thin lips tightened, curling into a nonchalant and carefree smile.

His long, glossy black hair was neatly combed atop his head, secured with a twelve-bead crown; he wore a dark colored court garment and a vermillion dragon robe. Below the slanted eyebrows perched on his flying hair, his hawk’s eyes, carrying a sharp gaze, were bright and clear, like a hawk hunting in the silent night!

Cold, aloof, yet oppressively regal!

A domineering aura as if looking down upon the world alone assaulted the senses!

Seeing this made Jun Ruoxue’s heart tremble uncontrollably.

It was this remarkable man who was once her betrothed. But in the end, they missed each other.

Once, when she was younger, she knew since she became sensible that she had a betrothed arranged by the late emperor, who was also the bond that restrained her freedom.

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