The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 147: I Can Defend, and I Can Destroy

Chapter 147: I Can Defend, and I Can Destroy

However, Emperor Mu’s countenance quickly regained its composure.

He couldn’t truly bear any grudge against Ye Siheng.

Five years ago, when Ye Siheng took up his spear and valiantly fought, safeguarding the Mu Nation’s prosperity, he could no longer harm his ninth brother.

Moreover, with the threat of neighboring Jiang and Qi Kingdoms, any rash actions would have far-reaching consequences.

Thus, he could only temporarily suppress his anger.

"Step aside!" Emperor Mu didn’t even spare a glance at Prince Qing, dismissing him with indifference.

Prince Qing hadn’t expected Emperor Mu to be so patient and received yet another reprimand, his expression turning sour.

In front of everyone’s eyes, he could only retreat to the side.

Fine, he would see how long Emperor Mu could endure.

On the other side, with Qing Feng clearing the way, the Imperial Guards hardly dared to obstruct.

Only when the commander of the Imperial Guards appeared did Ye Siheng halt his steps.

Like cotton fluff torn apart, the snowflakes fell slower on everyone’s bodies within moments.

"This is the palace of the harem, without summons, the Ninth Prince cannot trespass." The commander of the Imperial Guards spoke to Ye Siheng, lacking in authority, to the point where he didn’t dare to raise his voice.

Ye Siheng raised his sword, his voice as cold as ice and snow, "Do you wish for the palace to flow with blood tonight? I can grant you that."

"Prince, please reconsider!" The commander of the Imperial Guards shouted.

"This palace, this kingdom, I can defend, and I can destroy!" Ye Siheng’s words were sharp as a blade.

Though it sounded like treason, he felt no fear at this moment, only wanting to find Nanli as soon as possible.

Chu Hanlin was anxious, fearing for the safety of his wife and daughter if they remained in the harem for even a moment longer.

Seeing that they still wouldn’t step aside, Ye Siheng no longer bothered to be polite.

He raised his sword and struck, a chilling light bursting forth.

The commander of the Imperial Guards was taken aback and hurriedly raised his sword to block.

With a clang, the powerful sword energy scattered, shaking off the falling snowflakes.

With just one strike, the commander of the Imperial Guards took several steps back, blood surging in his chest.

"Where is she?" In the next moment, the sword was already pointing at his neck.

The killing intent was palpable.

Ye Siheng exuded an aura of ruthlessness.

The commander of the Imperial Guards couldn’t help but tremble, unable to overcome this fear for a moment. He swallowed his saliva and could only say, "Not yet... not yet found."

Ye Siheng narrowed his eyes, thinking that A’li must have encountered some danger and hidden herself. In this icy and snowy weather, she would surely freeze if she stayed outside.

"Search separately." Ye Siheng ordered, calling out Nanli’s name loudly.

Just as they turned a corner, a piece of broken stone suddenly rolled out from behind. Ye Siheng halted his steps and hurriedly walked into that corridor, but there was nothing to be seen.

"Prince." A hoarse voice came from the emptiness.

Soon after, Shen tore off her invisibility talisman, tears streaming down her face as she saw Ye Siheng. "It’s really you, Prince."

She moved slightly, her body already frozen stiff, and Nanli in her arms had already fainted.

Ye Siheng grabbed her fiercely, shouting to inform Qing Feng and the others, then crouched down.

"What happened to A’li?"

Shen trembled uncontrollably, unable to utter a word. "She... took medicine..."

A surge of anger welled up within Ye Siheng as he touched Nanli’s forehead, confirming that she was indeed running a high fever.

At her feet lay the broken string of amethyst beads.

They were a pair with his peach wood beads, and once one was broken, the other would also break, indicating good or bad fortune.

At this moment, Qing Feng and Chu Hanlin arrived one after another.

"Prince!" Qing Feng widened his eyes. "What happened to Lady Shen and Miss Chu?"

"A’qian!" Chu Hanlin called out Shen’s maiden name, his concern growing when he saw his daughter’s condition.

"I will take A’li back to my mansion first." Ye Siheng cradled Nanli in his arms, taking one step at a time.

The Imperial Guards stared wide-eyed, for they had thoroughly searched the palace path and found nothing.

How could the Ninth Prince now emerge from within, holding someone in his arms? Even if they were to encounter a person now, they dared not intercept or apprehend them.

Qing Feng had already arrived at the palace gate, instructing the coachman to bring the carriage forth.

Ye Siheng carried Nanli onto the carriage. He gently touched her hands, wondering what kind of potion she had been given.

Despite hiding outside for so long, her hands remained warm.

Nanli had not completely lost consciousness.

Sensing a broad hand embracing her, she drowsily opened her eyes.

The pearl-like light within the carriage was dim, yet she could vaguely discern the distinct contours of Ye Siheng’s face.

Her body felt as if it had been bitten by insects.

Unable to resist, she slightly bowed and encircled Ye Siheng’s neck, bringing her vermilion lips closer.

Warmth transformed into scorching heat in an instant.

Ye Siheng froze for a moment, instinctively wanting to retreat, but she held him tightly, preventing him from doing so.

Yet, they were inside a carriage.

Ye Siheng knew that if this continued, something would inevitably happen.

Helpless, he activated Nanli’s acupoints, causing her to fall into a deep slumber.

Ye Siheng breathed a sigh of relief, but within such a short time, he was already drenched in sweat, and Nanli was even worse off.

The carriage sped through the late night.

Upon returning to the Mansion of Prince Yu, the palace physician examined Nanli’s pulse and hesitated, "Miss Chu has been affected by the Fragrance of Love Threads. Once this fragrance enters the body, it is feared... it is feared that it can only..."

Otherwise, it would harm her.

Ye Siheng’s face turned cold.

No wonder A’li had been affected by the potion; it was indeed the Fragrance of Love Threads!

This fragrance only took effect after consuming alcohol, making it difficult to guard against.

The Fragrance of Love Threads was extremely rare, with only a few vials stored within the imperial palace.

If it weren’t for his imperial brother’s consent, the Yuzhen Palace would never have had a need for it.

Ye Siheng’s heart turned cold, dismissing the physician.

He glanced at Nanli’s flushed cheeks, his gaze dim, and quickly instructed the maidservant to prepare cold water in the bathing chamber.

Although the most effective way to dispel the fragrance was through the union of a man and a woman, he and A’li were only betrothed and had yet to perform the proper rituals.

He could not overstep that boundary.

They could only endure this hardship together.

Once the cold water was ready, Ye Siheng carried Nanli into the bathing chamber. The bath was constructed with white jade stones, and the cold water had already filled the entire pool.

Ye Siheng slowly descended into it, the water of this winter was bone-chillingly cold. He couldn’t help but shiver, but in contrast, Nanli, who was burning with fever, felt much more comfortable, her brows no longer tightly furrowed.

Ye Siheng also regained some composure.

After all, he was a man, and the person he loved was in his embrace.

How could he not have any reaction?

They spent the rest of the night in this manner.

The feverish heat on Nanli’s body finally subsided.

Ye Siheng carried her out of the bath, his limbs freezing.

He immediately ordered the maidservant to change her clothes to prevent her from catching a cold.

The maidservant, observing Ye Siheng’s pale face and lips turning blue, urged him to change his soaked clothes and warm himself by the fire.

By this time, dawn was approaching.

Ye Siheng changed into fresh attire and, thanks to his strong inner energy, sat by the charcoal stove, gradually regaining warmth in his body.

Qingyang had returned with information in the middle of the night.

He reported, "My lord, your estimation was correct. It is indeed Yang Zhenyu, the second son of the Yang family. However, his vital essence was damaged, and the imperial physician had to exert great effort to save his life."