The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 148: Witnessing the Methods of the Ninth Prince

Chapter 148: Witnessing the Methods of the Ninth Prince

"My lord, shall we kill him?" Qing Feng asked by the side.

Miss Liu has already been betrothed to the prince, yet they dare to entertain such thoughts.

They deserve to die!

Ye Siheng lowered his gaze to the charcoal stove, his long, dense eyelashes concealing the emotions in his eyes.

His voice was slow and icy, "Death? That would be too merciful for them."

Qingyang and Qing Feng exchanged a glance.

So, what should be done?

"Besides Yang Zhenyu, the legitimate son, the Yang family still has two illegitimate sons," Ye Siheng continued, "Render them useless. I want the male lineage of the Yang family to be extinguished, with no one left to carry on the family name."

Qing Feng’s eyebrows lifted with delight, "Yes, my lord!"

Do not blame the prince for his ruthlessness.

Those who dare to harm the prince must bear the consequences.

Though this matter does not require a grand display, it must not be concealed either. People must know that it was the mansion of Prince Yu behind it.

Qing Feng is the most experienced in such matters.

With the Black Armor Guards, he went to the Yang residence and dragged the two illegitimate sons out of their beds.

With two strikes, their manhood was destroyed.

The sound of agonized screams echoed through the Yang residence.

"This is lawlessness!" Yang’s father nearly fainted with his eyes rolling back, "How can the Ninth Prince be so cruel?! I will petition the palace. I will seek justice for my sons!"

Qing Feng sneered, making way, "Please, Mr. Yang. Forgot to mention, your legitimate son, Yang Zhenyu, has also lost his manhood."

Yang’s father stood dumbfounded for a moment before spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Unable to bear it any longer, he fainted.

Yang’s mother exclaimed in shock, ordering someone to fetch a doctor.

She was furious, glaring at Qing Feng, "My daughter is the Empress Dowager’s favored consort, and she is carrying the royal son. How dare the Prince Yu humiliate us like this?! By destroying the manhood of our three sons, you are not afraid of retribution upon your prince?!"

"My prince dares to do anything. What can Lady Yang do?" Qing Feng retorted, "Who started this mischief first? Do you dare to say there won’t be consequences? Lady Yang, feel free to petition the palace."

With that, Qing Feng waved his hand and left the Yang residence with the Black Armor Guards.

Only the sounds of screams and mournful cries remained in the Yang residence.

Naturally, this news reached the Biyu Palace.

Consort Yang listened to the bad news and felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

Doctor Ma, her trusted physician, examined her pulse and looked at the bloodstains on Yang’s dress.

The bleeding had not stopped.

Furrowing his brows, he said, "Consort, this won’t do. If we forcefully try to save the fetus, your life will be in danger."

Yang still had a trace of clarity.

She gritted her teeth and said, "No, it can’t be! I must ensure the safety of the fetus!"

This was her imperial son!

This was the future crown prince!

How could something like this happen at a time like this!

However, as soon as she finished speaking, the pain overwhelmed her, and she fainted.

Doctor Ma was at a loss and suggested, "We should inform the Emperor and let him decide."

The personal palace maid had a stern expression, "Doctor Ma, administer the needle to stabilize the consort and her child. Just wait a moment."

She had already sent someone to inform Emperor Muwu that the consort and her child were safe.

How could she now say that the fetus couldn’t be saved?

Everything was not yet at its final moment.

Doctor Ma had no choice but to drink a cup of hot tea to calm his nerves before slowly administering the needle to Yang.

The sky was getting brighter.

Finally, two people entered the Biyu Palace.

Dressed as eunuchs and palace maids, they were Xuan Lianzi and Zhou Min.

The personal palace maid led them in and asked the doctor to leave the bedchamber.

"Two Daoists, is the fetus of the consort unable to be saved?" the personal palace maid asked anxiously.

These two were not as formidable as Nanli.

They had to rely on talismans to determine the life or death of the fetus.

Zhou Min frowned and said with displeasure, "They are all dead. Do you think we managed to save them?"

The personal palace maid’s face turned pale.

Xuan Lianzi also wore a displeased expression, "The royal scion is of utmost importance. Now that it’s gone, it will affect the prince’s future plans."

The personal palace maid helplessly said, "The situation has changed, and the consort did not anticipate it. However, she will blame Chu Nanli for this miscarriage. The Emperor will surely hold her and the Anyang Marquis Mansion accountable."

"Under the protection of Ye Siheng, no harm shall befall Chu Nanli," Zhou Min coldly snorted, "Furthermore, without the Royal Fetus, your Lady’s honor shall be lost."

"Surviving is the only chance for a comeback," the personal maid replied.

"A comeback? After Yang’s miscarriage, how much sympathy do you think the Emperor will have for her? We must protect this Fetus," Zhou Min declared.

Xuan Lianzi nodded in agreement.

The personal maid was already confused.

Wasn’t it said that the Fetus was dead?

How could they protect it?

However, the two ordered the personal maid to leave as they began drawing a formation on the ground.

They intended to use Yang as a vessel to nurture this Fetus.

Although the Fetus had perished, it would continue to grow and its pulse would remain unchanged.

But when the tenth month arrived, it would only give birth to a ghostly fetus.

At the same time, Yang, the vessel, would perish.

By then, they would come to subdue the ghostly fetus and replace it with another male infant, ensuring the success of their plan.

Xuan Lianzi sighed, "I have cultivated for many years, yet I never imagined resorting to such ruthless formations."

"Senior Brother, for the future of the Crown Prince, what is a little karmic burden for us?" Zhou Min said, "Blame it on Yang for her instability and failure to anticipate Chu Nanli, which ultimately harmed herself."

Xuan Lianzi shared the same sentiment and nodded, "However, we must subdue the ghostly fetus as soon as it is born, or countless lives will be lost."

"Naturally," Zhou Min agreed verbally while her hands never ceased their movements, "But the palace is protected by an anti-evil formation. When the ghostly fetus appears, it will be subjected to the destruction of the formation. However, activating the formation will alert Chu Nanli, so as Senior Brother suggested, we must subdue him immediately."

Mentioning the palace’s formation, Xuan Lianzi couldn’t help but feel amazed and impressed.

If Chu Nanli were a person of Qi Country, this would be much easier to handle.

The formation was complete.

Dim light swept across as the formation gathered on Yang’s body, slowly contracting until a mysterious halo settled within her womb.

The pain subsided, and Yang’s brows no longer furrowed.

They then allowed Physician Ma to come in and examine her pulse.

After examining her pulse, Physician Ma exclaimed with joy, "All is well! Mother and child are safe! You two are truly remarkable!"

He didn’t know the origins of the two, but if they could spare him trouble, they must be good people.

Xuan Lianzi and Zhou Min nodded, instructing the personal maid to change Yang’s clothes and continue caring for her as usual.

Yang was merely a pawn in Prince Qing’s hands, so they wouldn’t say a word more than necessary.

Even Emperor Muwu only cared about Yang’s belly.

Did he truly care about her as a person?

The two quietly left the palace.

After waiting for half a day at their residence, there was still no news from the palace. Zhou Min couldn’t help but feel indignant, "Ye Siheng’s men have severed the Yang family’s roots, yet Emperor Muwu shows no sign of anger. Is he still an Emperor?!"

Xuan Lianzi poured a cup of hot tea for her junior sister.

In a calm voice, he said, "Emperor Muwu has always favored and indulged Ye Siheng. If it weren’t for the slow-acting poison in the pastries, last night’s incident might not have occurred."