TFWYH – Chapter 565 Harming Blood Relatives

Huangfu Yi was extremely anxious.

He hurried out of the residence with Tang Wan. They didn’t even use a carriage—he gave Tang Wan a horse, and the two of them rushed home at full speed.

As if finding Mu Qingfeng would immediately solve everything.

At the same time, in the Frost Garden of the Second Prince’s residence, Gu Yanshuang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, constantly sending people to monitor the situation over there.

Only when her trusted maid reported that the Second Prince had left with the physician did she finally let out a long breath of relief.

Thinking of Huangfu Ronglan, Gu Yanshuang cursed viciously, “That little wretch—couldn’t she just quietly wait to die? Why must she come out and stir up trouble?”

“Your Highness,” the maid cautioned in a low voice, “please mind your words. Walls have ears.”

Gu Yanshuang snorted. “It’s just the two of us here. I’ve already dismissed all the servants—who would hear? You’re just too timid.”

The maid shook her head helplessly and sighed. “I said it from the beginning—you should have just killed her outright and been done with it. Why keep her alive all these years?”

Killing someone is quick—why go to such lengths to torment her?

And moreover… she’s your own blood.

At the mention of this, Gu Yanshuang grew even more irritated. “Who told her mother to dare covet His Highness—and even give birth before me? Killing her with one stroke would’ve been too easy! That little wretch is just like her mother—cheap and disgusting. She deserves to die. Her mother is already gone—now it’s her turn.”

The maid couldn’t bear it and finally spoke up, “After all, she is your own younger sister…”

“Shut up!” Gu Yanshuang’s face darkened as she glared fiercely. “My father has only one daughter. I, the princess consort, have no sister.”

Seeing her anger, the maid dared not say more, lowering her head in silence, though her heart grew heavier with helplessness.

Back then, when twin daughters were born into the Prime Minister’s household, many people knew of the elder daughter, but few knew of the younger one.

They were twin lotuses—by all rights, they should have supported each other.

But the elder daughter hated the younger one, who looked exactly like her.

The maid couldn’t understand such feelings—perhaps it was like how many women disliked wearing the same outfit as someone else.

Except this wasn’t just matching clothes—it was matching faces.

The Second Prince’s consort wanted to be unique, the only one. For years, she treated the younger sister as a thorn in her side, even forbidding her from leaving the house.

When she later discovered that the younger sister had been involved with the Second Prince, her resentment reached its peak.

Killing her wasn’t enough. Before killing her, she imprisoned her for months—just to make her give birth, so she could continue venting her hatred on the child.

The younger sister had always been dutiful and well-behaved, yet she had to endure all of this.

The maid pitied her, but her loyalty lay with the elder daughter. There was nothing she could do.

…

Huangfu Yi quickly returned home with Tang Wan, found Ling Yu, and explained everything.

Huangfu Yi said, “That’s the situation. Wan’er told me you have someone from the Mu family by your side. I hope you can have him come with me to take a look at Lan’er and see if he can remove the gu.”

Ling Yu remained silent for a long time, his expression blank, as if he hadn’t heard anything.

Huangfu Yi frowned. “Ling Yu? Are you listening?”

Ling Yu came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and asked with difficulty, “May I ask, Your Highness… how old is your eldest daughter, and in which year and month was she born?”

“What a coincidence—she’s the same age as you, born in October,” Huangfu Yi replied without thinking much of it.

Hearing this, Ling Yu felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. The color drained from his face instantly.

At his side, his hand slowly clenched into a fist, and deep within his dark eyes, a bone-deep hatred emerged.

“Husband!” Tang Wan sensed something was wrong and grasped his hand.

Ling Yu forced down the surging rage in his chest, but when he spoke, there was still a grinding edge to his voice:

“Qingfeng, go with His Highness and take a look.”