Yuan Yuan was stunned when she heard this.
“Your Highness means County Lady Wengnai? You… what do you want her to examine?”
Huangfu Yi found it somewhat difficult to say aloud, but this was his beloved pillow companion, so he did not hide it from her.
“This prince… only has those three children. For so many years, there have been no more offspring. That useless thing Rongsheng has already been removed from the imperial genealogy by Father Emperor. Right now, even if I have sons, it is the same as having none. If I still cannot father children… then this prince will truly have no descendants.”
Yuan Yuan rolled her eyes inwardly, but her face filled with disbelief.
“Your Highness, how can you say such a thing? As for how… vigorous you are, Yuan Yuan knows very well…”
By the end of her sentence, she blushed shyly.
Huangfu Yi chuckled softly and held her hand.
“This prince has always been vigorous, but regarding heirs…”
“If Your Highness is worried, then invite County Lady Wengnai to take a look. If Your Highness finds it hard to ask personally, Yuan Yuan is willing to go to the Ministry Manor herself. Even if I must kneel and beg, I will still invite County Lady Wengnai here.”
“Yuan Yuan…”
Faced with such a considerate woman, Huangfu Yi felt nothing but moved.
He pulled her into his arms and promised affectionately:
“In the future, this prince wishes to have a child with you. A son or daughter, either is fine. Most importantly, I hope the child will be like you. Then this life of mine will have no regrets.”
“Your Highness…” Yuan Yuan smiled shyly, but inwardly sneered coldly.
Once Sister Wan is invited here, you’ll know despair.
And Gu Yanshuang’s death day will also arrive.
Ling Yu had long ago told her that Huangfu Yi had been given a sterilizing drug by Gu Yanshuang. For the rest of his life, he would never have children again.
Heh…
Such a foolish man deserved to experience despair and pain.
And Gu Yanshuang deserved to be cast into the eighteenth level of hell!
Otherwise, how could that possibly make up for Aunt Jiang’s narrow escape from death and all those years of wandering hardship?
…
Grand Princess Manor!
Thin wisps of incense smoke curled upward in the small Buddhist hall.
A plainly dressed middle-aged woman sat with her eyes gently closed, prayer beads turning slowly in her hand.
Behind her, a man dressed in black knelt on one knee, reporting everything that had happened at the New Year’s banquet.
Only after a long while did the middle-aged woman slowly open her eyes and let out a long sigh.
“Good and evil are always repaid in the end. It is not that retribution does not come—it is only that the time has not yet arrived.”
The black-clothed man spoke hoarsely:
“Grand Princess, since this County Lady Wengnai possesses such extraordinary medical skill, she will surely be able to cure the Seven Insects Seven Flowers Poison in your body as well. Once the poison is removed, you can finally tell His Majesty of your grievances.”
The Grand Princess smiled bitterly.
“If I speak, will Father Emperor believe me? The Empress is publicly known to be my birth mother. Everyone in the world knows this.”
The black-clothed man grew anxious.
“Even if His Majesty does not believe you, your poison still must be cured, and your grievances still must be voiced. You are not alone. The late Empress died so unjustly—don’t you want to avenge her?”
“You are right.”
The Grand Princess took a deep breath, a cold sharpness flashing through her brows.
“Go investigate again. Find out whose side this County Lady Wengnai belongs to. I cannot risk even the slightest mistake. If that mother and son discover anything, it does not matter whether I live or die—but if Mother’s injustice remains forever unspoken because of me, then how could I face her in the underworld?”
“Yes. This subordinate will investigate immediately.”
As soon as the words fell, the black-clothed man vanished like a ghost.
The Grand Princess looked toward the Buddha statue, pressed her palms together, and prayed devoutly:
“Merciful Buddha, this believer has lived in abstinence for twenty years. I ask for nothing else—only justice for my late mother.”
…
Prime Minister’s Manor!
Gu Hengcang sat in his study with a dark expression, unable to sleep the entire night.
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