Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âYes, I refuse.â
Su Yingxue tilted her head. âEveryone must take responsibility for their actions. Your Highness and Your Majesty have wrongly accused me. Naturally, both the empress and Your Highness must apologize to me.â
âSu Yingxue, you⦠go too far!â
The empress had never experienced such humiliation.
For the sake of Chu Chengye, she knelt in front of Chu Mingyuan once again. âEmperor, please spare Yeâer. Yeâer is your most valued prince. How can he apologize to Su Yingxue? He⦠Let me, his mother, bear the responsibility for him!â
âShut up!â Chu Mingyuan impatiently furrowed his brow.
Didnât he feel humiliated?
If it werenât for Chu Yihanâs military power, he would have wanted to kill him now!
And he wanted his son to apologize to his woman?
What right did she have?
âIf Imperial Brother is unwilling, I donât mind standing in for Imperial Brother and teaching my nephew, who doesnât know how to apologize.â Chu Yihan exuded a terrifying chill. Every word he spoke carried an intense pressure.
Chu Mingyuan was filled with hatred, and Chu Chengye even more so.
Unable to control himself, Chu Chengye drew his sword and charged at Chu Yihan.
âYeâer!â Chu Mingyuan was shocked. Chu Chengye was no match for Chu Yihan.
Chu Yihan unsheathed his sword, clashing with Chu Chengyeâs blade. Chu Chengyeâs blade immediately broke, and Chu Yihanâs sword was too fast to be seen clearly. It had already severed Chu Chengyeâs blade, causing Chu Chengyeâs hand to bleed from the shock. His thumb and forefinger were numb, and a strong numbness spread from his palm to his entire arm.
He fell to the ground, screaming, âAh!â
âYeâer!â
âYeâer!â
Chu Mingyuan and the empress exclaimed.
The empress quickly rushed to Chu Chengye and shouted, âIf you want to kill, kill me first!â
âChu Yihan, thatâs enough! Yeâer has already been taught a lesson by you. Thereâs no need to force him anymore!â Chu Mingyuan stood up, angrily shouting. Today, his face as the emperor had been completely ruined by Chu Yihan.
âHe hasnât apologized yet.â Chu Yihan sheathed his sword. He faced others with a chilling indifference.
âSu Yingxue, Iâm sorry!â
Chu Chengye lay in the empressâs arms, spitting out blood. The hatred in his eyes made it hard for him to see the scene before him.
But he knew that his impulsiveness had brought him no benefits.
If he didnât apologize, Chu Yihan wouldnât even bat an eye if he killed him.
But he couldnât die yet. If he died⦠no one would avenge him against Chu Yihan and Su Yingxue!
âThe Seventh Prince can still be saved. Just donât randomly accuse others in the future.â Su Yingxue graciously accepted the apology.
Afterward, Chu Chengye was taken to the empress for treatment.
Chu Mingyuan had a murderous expression, but he had no choice but to wave them out of the palace.
Su Yingxue thought of the person she had neglected. She had just wanted to look for Wu Dao, but she did not know when Wu Dao had disappeared.
She asked Chu Yihan, âYour Highness, have you seen Wu Dao?â
Chu Yihanâs eyes darkened. âHe left when you were done comparing the bloodstains.â
âThatâs all?â Su Yingxue was in disbelief. âI have a lot of doubts about him. Your Highness, 1 want to investigate this person!â
The Wu Dao that Liu Shulan mentioned, Su Yurouâs death, and his plan today, her mind was filled with mysteries.
The only one who could solve these mysteries was Wu Dao.
But he had disappeared!
âIf possible, I donât want you to come into contact with him.â Chu Yihan brought her back to the carriage of the Marquisâs Manor..