Chapter 132: Chapter 132 - 132: Collapse of Self-discipline

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Li Hongyuan frowned: “The snack was given to you by Li Yuanyuan?”

“Yes. All the maids and servants in the yard can testify. If Your Highness doesn’t believe me, you can go and ask.”

There was no way to lie about such a thing.

Li Hongyuan stared at her for a moment, looking at her watery red lips, and fair shoulders, feeling that somewhere deep within him was awakening a clamor.

Although he initially had no intentions towards her, he simply wanted to teach her a lesson.

But…

Under these circumstances, his sense of self-control, which he took pride in, seemed to be gradually crumbling.

He was somewhat displeased about this.

He would never sink into so-called emotions and lust like his Emperor Father.

In his youth, his Emperor Father was once similarly captivated by the same face.

Thinking of this, Li Hongyuan’s heart suddenly became alert, and he immediately released her chin, stood up, turned his back to her, and said coldly: “I will not falsely accuse anyone. I will summon Li Yuanyuan immediately for questioning.”

After saying this, he walked out.

Upon opening the door, he hesitated, then glanced back at her.

Just this glance almost made it impossible for him to leave.

Objectively speaking, she was truly incredibly beautiful.

She usually seemed lazy and disreputable, but now, with her hair hanging down and her clothes half-revealing, she had a fatal allure.

Li Hongyuan didn’t expect this of her, and a fire ignited in his eyes.

His fingers gripping the door frame tightened, and he said, “Put your clothes on properly,” before leaving without looking back.

Watching the door close, Jiang Ning slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

For a moment, she had genuinely worried that Prince Yu would lose his reason and become a beast.

Of course, her fear, tears, and grievances were all an act.

Considering Li Hongyuan’s cold and wary nature, in order to protect the child in her belly, he would never do anything to harm her.

Jiang Ning put on her skirt, and Huang Ying, along with a few maids, rushed in, only to panic when they saw her red-rimmed eyes and disheveled hair.

“Miss, are you alright?” Huang Ying supported her, whispering.

Chunlai asked, “Did the prince do something to you? Just now he…”

Xiachu anxiously asked, “Doesn’t His Highness know that the princess is pregnant?”

“What are you all thinking? Nothing happened!” Jiang Ning interrupted them, “We just had a fight, that’s all.”

“Really? Your eyes are red, like you’ve been crying.” Huang Ying said softly.

“Life is a play, and the key is acting.” Jiang Ning rubbed her lower back, “Let’s go to the Flower Hall and watch the play.”

“Watch a play?”

“Xiachu, prepare tea. Dongxie, bring the hawthorn seeds we bought the other day.”

The little maids agreed.

Huang Ying combed Jiang Ning’s hair and pushed her towards the Flower Hall.

Li Hongyuan was already seated, his handsome face calm, yet his deep eyes were difficult to read.

Jiang Ning entered, but he didn’t even raise his head.

It wasn’t until Li Teng’s voice came from outside that he finally lifted his head and glanced at her.

Li Teng, dressed in a blue skirt, was gentle and courteous as she knelt down and paid her respects: “Your servant greets Your Highness and Your Highness’s consort.”

“Stand up.” Li Hongyuan’s voice softened, “You mentioned your leg was hurting last time, don’t kneel.”

“Thank you for your concern, Your Highness.” Li Teng straightened up, “May I ask why Your Highness and the Princess Consort have summoned this servant? I was calculating this month’s expenses.”

“The Princess Consort said that you sent her a plate of osmanthus cakes.”

“Yes. I heard that the Princess Consort loves sweets, so I took the time to make some and send them over..” Li Teng looked at Jiang Ning, “Did Your Highness enjoy them?”