The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1248 - 1248 609 Wanting a Child (First Update)

Chapter 1248: 609 Wanting a Child (First Update) Chapter 1248: 609 Wanting a Child (First Update) Princess Xinyang gritted her teeth and said, “It’s those three words again! Apart from telling me you don’t believe, what else can you say!”

The Marquis Xuanping seriously thought for a moment, then said, “You’re just being stubborn.”

Princess Xinyang again: “…!!”

Princess Xinyang felt she could no longer stay here; otherwise, she’d either be angered to death by him or vomit herself to death.

It seemed there wasn’t much difference between the two.

Princess Xinyang huffily walked away.

She had indeed come to see her son, but she was so infuriated by the Marquis Xuanping that she forgot what she came for and just wanted to get as far away from this man as possible. She turned her head and boarded the carriage back to Vermilion Bird Avenue.

The Marquis Xuanping watched her departing figure and clicked his tongue: “And she says she wasn’t here to see me.”

…

The deaths of the old King Liang and his consort caused quite an uproar in both Capital City and Pingcheng Prefecture City. It was said that the old King Liang was murdered out of revenge. Considering that this man was well-regarded while alive, with a gentle disposition and a charitable nature, who could be his enemy?

The death of the old King Liang’s consort was even more bizarre; she was allegedly struck dead by lightning.

The ancients were very superstitious; how grievous must a person’s sins be to be struck by lightning from the heavens?

“Could it be that the old King Liang’s consort hired the assassin to kill old King Liang?”

In the Tea House, people began to discuss the matter.

A young man said, “The old King Liang’s consort? Where did that come from?”

A middle-aged uncle replied, “Haven’t you ever been married? How many couples show love on the outside but are enemies behind closed doors? If you ask me, the one who’s most eager to see me dead is definitely my wife!”

Many in the Tea House, especially the women there to buy tea for their husbands, truly wished they could pummel their spouses to death every single day.

But talk is one thing; actually doing it is another.

If the old King Liang had indeed driven his consort to murder him, he must have done something that she found unbearable.

A down-and-out scholar in his thirties, carrying a pot of wine and half-drunk, stumbled over and sat down next to them. “Hey, I heard that old King Liang favored his illegitimate son and intended to depose his elder son’s title in favor of the illegitimate one,” he said.

“Is that so?” asked the young man who had spoken earlier.

The scholar took a sip of wine, fanned himself with a folding fan, and spoke gravely: “Old King Liang’s relationship with his legitimate wife was not harmonious. He would beat his elder son because of an outsider. Do you all remember Princess Xinyang? She lived in King Liang’s mansion as a child. Just because the elder son had a quarrel with her, Old King Liang beat his elder son half to death afterward. Could the old King Liang’s consort not resent this? Not hate it? Was he taking a stand for Princess Xinyang? No! He was slapping the consort in the face!”

“Is that true?” The middle-aged man also inquired.

The scholar snapped his folding fan shut and said in all seriousness, “Absolutely true! If it weren’t for the old consort’s constant vigilance over the years, she and her son would have died who knows how many times!”

The young man asked, “So, is old King Liang still a good man?”

The scholar responded, “He’s a good man but not a good husband. He’s set on favoring his concubine over his wife! He’s been seriously ill for ten years, on the brink of death, yet still scheming how to pass the title to his illegitimate son. I’ve also heard that when the old King Liang’s consort was taking the elder son to the Capital City, he secretly called the steward of the mansion and had him draft a letter, seeking to depose the elder son’s title in favor of the illegitimate one. The consort accidentally learned of this and, furious with shame and anger, she hired the assassin to kill him!”

Another middle-aged businessman said, “That does make some sense. If the murderer wasn’t someone familiar with King Liang’s household, how could there be no trace found?”

The others immediately agreed: “That’s the logic!”

The noise in the Tea House grew louder, and the story of old King Liang became more and more exaggerated. The old libationer, who was just about to hand a script to the Storytelling Master upstairs, was stunned.

Your imaginations are rich indeed, even better than mine at making up stories!

He suddenly felt his script was utterly weak, wasn’t it?

The Storytelling Master grabbed the other end of the script, pulling on it for quite a while without it coming loose, and said with an embarrassed smile, “Old sir, are you still selling this script or not?”

The old libationer snatched the script of the unofficial history of King Liang back and said, “No, I’m not selling it!”

All thanks to this group of wildly imaginative gawkers ruining my livelihood!

…

Without evidence, the case of old King Liang was left unresolved.

Frankly, it was also because the Emperor somewhat believed the groundless rumors among the populace.

How could a person without a guilty conscience be struck dead by lightning?

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