Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved
Chapter 430 - 409: One More Update

Chapter 430: Chapter 409: One More Update

Old Master Wen Kang felt somewhat uneasy, as if confirming his suspicions. Involuntarily leaning forward, his fingers trembled, yet he maintained a composed facade.

"Noble Consort," Old Master Wen Kang began, "after The Emperor awoke..." He stopped after a few words, for Noble Consort Wen must have already grasped his implication.

Noble Consort Wen did not answer, her mind replaying the recent events. However, her impression of Emperor Jingzhi was still strangely unfamiliar. Except for the first few years when he could still rise from his bed, she indeed enjoyed a period of favor and was fortunate to bear two children. Since then, no other prince or princess had been born in the palace.

Despite this, Noble Consort Wen felt distant from Emperor Jingzhi, unclear about the temperament of the man who spent most of his time bedridden.

As a result, after long contemplation, Noble Consort Wen failed to arrive at a definitive answer. It was uncertain whether these recent events were indeed related to Emperor Jingzhi.

Seeing that Noble Consort Wen had fallen silent, Old Master Wen Kang guessed that matters might be more grave than he imagined. His sister was competitive and, despite being somewhat lacking in wits, had always had an easy life. But once she calmed down, she could grasp the crux of the situation.

"Second Brother, are you suggesting that this is The Emperor’s intention?" The more Noble Consort Wen thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Incredulous, she looked at her brother. Yet, now that Emperor Jingzhi had awoken, whenever she was present, he still acted the same...

Noble Consort Wen realized she had never truly understood Emperor Jingzhi, let alone what he might be thinking as he lay in bed day after day.

Suddenly, Noble Consort Wen felt the air grow colder, and she shivered.

"Fear not, Your Grace. It’s merely my conjecture. All of this happened after The Emperor awoke. I urge Your Grace to be especially careful," Old Master Wen Kang said. He was at the palace solely for reassurance, and seeing Noble Consort Wen’s demeanor, he was slowly forming an answer in his mind. "However, Your Grace must be prepared for certain eventualities, considering all that we have planned."

Noble Consort Wen nodded steadfastly, not because of her brother’s comment, but due to the radical changes it implied. Thinking of her Fu Gong, Noble Consort Wen firmly nodded.

...

"Why? Why capture the warrior?" Zheng Haoyuan was shouting and struggling against the eunuchs blocking him, while Noble Consort Wen stood by solemnly, apparently ignoring his tantrum.

The huge iron cage was slowly carried out of Chenhe Hall, and The Savage inside seemed to sense danger, frantically pacing within the bars.

"Mother Consort, this son will take him to the villa and never bring him into the palace again," Zheng Haoyuan cried, calling out the warrior’s name while weeping.

Noble Consort Wen’s expression softened slightly, but she remained resolute and did not heed Zheng Haoyuan’s crying. Her second brother was right; this creature simply could not stay by Zheng Haoyuan’s side.

"Mother Consort, your son doesn’t want anything else, just the Savage..." Zheng Haoyuan sobbed and cried out.

Noble Consort Wen turned her head, her gaze coldly upon Zheng Haoyuan. Some things had to be made clear to him—it was time for him to shoulder the responsibilities that were coming his way.

"Fu Gong, listen to me—" As the iron cage was carried out of Chenhe Hall, Noble Consort Wen sighed and then slowly approached Zheng Haoyuan.

"I won’t listen, I won’t listen, I only want the Savage." Zheng Haoyuan continued to cry hoarsely, his slightly pudgy body knocking over two eunuchs. He was then grabbed by the arms and legs by four other eunuchs, unable to move.

"Come with me—" Noble Consort Wen feared nothing more than those with ulterior motives. She gave a look to her subordinates, and the eunuchs dragged Zheng Haoyuan into the hall while Noble Consort Wen was in no rush, waiting until Zheng Haoyuan’s cries had subsided before she finally spoke slowly.

"Do you know who wants your Savage? Who has ever seen this Savage of yours?" Noble Consort Wen looked at Zheng Haoyuan earnestly, without anger or guilt. Such a serious expression was something Zheng Haoyuan had never seen before.

Zheng Haoyuan looked at his mother. Though still angry and enraged, he was not without intellect; he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

"What do you mean?" Wen Zan said that everything in the Wen Family was being prepared for him, yet he didn’t even have the power to own a mere Savage. What did it all mean, then? The Mother Consort was never satisfied with anything he did; the only person she was pleased with was his deceased brother. So, the one trying to take away his Savage was none other than the Mother Consort herself, wasn’t it? Afraid that he would lose his drive and focus, yet he had been attending his lessons seriously every single day.

"This thing of yours has been in the palace before, and the first time Mother Consort saw it, did she have anyone take it away? No, she just told you to move it to another courtyard. Even if you brought it back, Mother Consort saw you increase the guard, but did she say anything more? This time, it’s not Mother Consort who wants that thing of yours." Noble Consort Wen tried to communicate properly with Zheng Haoyuan. The second uncle was right; if she always treated Fu Gong as a child, then he would always be a child. But if she treated him as an adult, he would slowly begin to realize the responsibilities he had.

Zheng Haoyuan looked towards Noble Consort Wen. What was the point in saying these things? Although she had not opposed the idea, she had never approved of it either. Moreover, he had been extremely cautious. The Savage had been in his palace this whole time and had never gone out.

"And yet, now, isn’t this thing being taken away from you?" Zheng Haoyuan turned his back. He knew these words sounded pleasant enough, but whenever bad news came, wasn’t he always the first one to be scolded?

Noble Consort Wen wasn’t in a hurry, reflecting on the many years gone by. In the past, all her focus had been on his elder brother, and she had never really paid attention to Fu Gong. Even when issues arose, she had never truly explained their causes to him in detail.

Noble Consort Wen slowly turned Zheng Haoyuan’s shoulders towards her, no longer exhibiting her usual forceful demeanor but instead sighing deeply.

"I know the Savage was found by your uncle for you. Before, Mother Consort didn’t want you to keep it in the palace because she feared it would prematurely expose the Wen Family’s strength and lead others to speculate about our matrilineal family’s actions on the Northern Border. But now, Mother Consort has come to know inadvertently that this thing was not meant to be given to you by your uncle, but rather you brought it up and specifically asked for it. Apart from the soldiers on the Northern Border, only your second uncle is aware of the Savage being in the Wen Family’s hands; even Wen Zan doesn’t know. Therefore, tell Mother Consort—who informed you of this? Who told you to ask your uncle for the Northern Meng Savage?" Noble Consort Wen asked step by step, her gaze fixed on Zheng Haoyuan, not missing even the slightest flicker of expression on the young man’s face.

This was crucial indeed. Perhaps, someone had taken note of the Wen Family’s actions much earlier than this. In that case, the plan spoken of by the second brother, they might have to act on it sooner.

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