Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved
Chapter 116: Remonstrance unto Death

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: Remonstrance unto Death

"It hurts——" Zheng Nianru complained and did not want to stay here. She didn’t know the capabilities of a Nanmen Death Warrior, but how could they compare to the imperial physician? She did not want to be left with an ugly scar. Zheng Congyuan definitely had a way to find the best imperial physician, like that later one, Imperial Doctor Xu.

"Nian Ru, Nian Ru——" Nanmen Yu kept comforting Zheng Nianru, empathetically feeling that the wound might as well have been on him. "Nian Ru, don’t be afraid, it will stop hurting soon."

Nanmen Yu knew that these words were merely comforting, and moreover, given the extent of the wound, the next half-day was going to be even more painful. Although Nian Ru was not favored in the palace, Nanmen Yu could see that Prince Duan had protected her very well with his own efforts.

"I want to go back to the palace——" Zheng Nianru raised her face, her pitiful look making it impossible to refuse her. Her uninjured hand tightly grasped Nanmen Yu’s sleeve, as she looked up at him pleadingly.

Seeing this expression was like being stabbed harshly in the heart for Nanmen Yu, the pain was sharply clear.

"Okay, okay, okay, we’ll go back to the palace," Nanmen Yu agreed. What did another trip matter? Nian Ru was timid, and this place wasn’t her Qishun Building after all; fear was understandable, especially since she was injured, and seeking comfort was only right.

A large group of people outside the house listened intently, some growing restless. The person was already rescued. Hadn’t the Princely Heir said that once the person was rescued, they could depart?

If they didn’t leave now...

The arrangements they had carefully made could be disrupted again, the city gates would close, and they’d have to wait another day, making the situation at the border even more uncertain.

"Why haven’t we left yet?" Duke of Jing Ci struggled to come and urge them in person.

Uncle Jingmen and Second Uncle Jing wore troubled expressions. The Princely Heir showed no signs of wanting to leave at this moment. If only this Commandery Princess had been properly treated, they might have seen a chance to depart.

"What’s going on?" Duke of Jing Ci looked at the tightly closed door with a steely face. "Go in and hurry them up."

Tan Zong saw this and, bracing himself, opened the door only to find the room crowded with people. Fu Dong, Nian Xia, and Xing Yu surrounded the bed, but despite this, the hassle between the two could still be seen.

Right then, Duke of Jing Ci remembered Nanmen Yu’s words, and it was simply, simply just...

Initially, Duke Jing Ci thought it was merely the Princely Heir’s first awakening of romantic feelings, these emotional impulses. But with enough time and with enough distractions from the affairs of Nanmen State, these impulses would gradually fade and slowly turn into a fleeting piece of memory.

However, it had already become, actually become, such that this Commandery Princess turned into a memory the Princely Heir could never forget, his forever first. As a man, Duke Jing Ci knew deeply how profound such a memory was, especially at such a crucial moment, it sapped the Princely Heir’s will like this.

If in the past Duke Jing Ci harbored no intention of killing Zheng Nianru, now he had seven or eight parts of that intent. If the Princely Heir’s heart was invested in this Zheng Nianru, he naturally wouldn’t devote all his strength to fulfilling his grave responsibilities but would indulge in the emotions of a man and woman. To Nanmen Yu at this moment, Zheng Nianru was that deadly poison.

"Princely Heir——" Tan Zong spoke with difficulty, as if uttering these words was a sin because of the person crying, seemingly dowsed in tears.

Nanmen Yu ignored Tan Zong, instead issuing a command.

"Prepare the carriage, we return to the palace now," Nanmen Yu ordered.

Tan Zong was stunned. Now? What about them? If they didn’t leave now, they would be too late, unable to catch today’s city gate opening time.

Duke Jing Ci had already heard Nanmen Yu’s voice from outside, his blood boiling immediately, and he struggled to come inside.

"Princely Heir, we’re running out of time, we need to leave," Duke Jing Ci managed to say through clenched teeth, suppressing the rage within him.

"Master, I can’t leave Nian Ru now," Nanmen Yu hesitated, but his hands firmly protected Zheng Nianru.

Zheng Nianru suddenly heard that Nanmen Yu had to leave, and instinctively, hastily tightened her grip on Nanmen Yu’s sleeve.

"Don’t leave, I don’t want you to leave—" It was impossible to leave now; the monster might chase them at any moment. Without Nanmen Yu’s men, they would definitely be pursued again.

Moreover, once she left, Zheng Nianru knew that her risks would increase.

Zheng Nianru clutched Nanmen Yu tightly, a look of vulnerability, helplessness, and plea on her tender face, beautiful as a peach blossom in the rain, as tears fell, softness that no hardened steel could compete with, capable of melting all that was rigid.

Tan Zong felt an overwhelming sense of shame, guilt almost killing him for nearly having destroyed such a delicate and tender Commandery Princess.

Nanmen Yu’s heart seemed to melt as well, wishing he could replace the tears in her eyes with his own.

"I won’t leave, I promise you, I won’t leave," Nanmen Yu said, without regret or resentment. Whatever deep hatred, whatever great responsibilities, he could abandon them all. He would stay right here, only by her side.

"Commandery Princess—" Fu Dong cautiously stepped forward, holding her arm carefully, touching the wound, and deciding it was better to bandage the wound first.

"Prepare the carriage now," Nanmen Yu commanded with a surge of resolute determination, deciding to stay there.

Tan Zong seemed momentarily caught in the emotion, turning to prepare the carriage, until he saw Duke Jing Ci’s cold and frosty gaze, which sent shivers down his spine, bringing him back to his senses.

"Tan Zong—" Nanmen Yu, seeing Tan Zong had stopped, not going? Fine, he would go himself.

Nanmen Yu picked up Zheng Nianru and was about to leave.

"Tan Zong, quickly prepare the carriage, Jing Qu, escort it personally. Princely Heir, have the Commandery Princess’s attendants get her clothes in order, or let that girl carry her out. Going out like this..." Duke Jing Ci intervened, causing everyone to pause in shock, Tan Zong thought he had misheard.

Jing Qu stood still, astonished. He was to escort? Why was this his concern? He was not skilled in...

Nanmen Yu was immediately moved, looking toward his master, who alone understood his heart, and nodded, carefully placing Zheng Nianru on the bed.

"Princely Heir, place the soft quilts in the carriage, being wounded she might not withstand the jolting of the ride," Duke Jing Ci instructed further.

Upon hearing this, Nanmen Yu nodded gratefully.

"The master thinks of everything," Nanmen Yu said trustingly, quickly carrying the quilts out.

"Commandery Princess, does it still hurt?" Xing Yu gently tried a few positions, finally deciding that carrying the Commandery Princess was the safest way to go out.

Zheng Nianru suddenly felt the atmosphere was a bit strange; where it was strange, she couldn’t say, but suddenly it seemed the fulfillment of her purpose was too simple.

But in the past life, it had been the same with Nanmen Yu; just a little coquetry from her usually made everything easy to obtain.

Zheng Nianru looked up and finally realized what was odd—Duke Jing Ci still stood by the door, watching her with a righteous demeanor, a look that Zheng Nianru had seen too often.

Those indifferent court ministers always looked at her with such righteousness, as if they were the personification of justice, and she was the synonym for all disgrace, and often at such times, it was time for a fatal remonstration, as if their lives could weigh against Zheng Nianru’s.

Zheng Nianru certainly did not think so.

"Commandery Princess, it is my fault, Duke Jing Ci," Zheng Nianru only then realized that the room was left with only Xing Yu, Fu Dong, and Nian Xia, while Nanmen Yu’s people had cunningly been called out by Duke Jing Ci.

Zheng Nianru immediately felt she had misunderstood; the opponent was not seeking to offer deadly advice but was after her life.

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