HLnovel Chapter 956 Double Death
Chapter 956 Double Death
Fang Yin's face was expressionless. To be honest, compared to his third brother, his feelings for Old Master Fang were rather weak.
During his years at Lao Fang's house, he was mentally unstable, and all he knew was to eat his fill, avoid being beaten, and want to play...
He had little affection or expectation for his parents, and because he never had any expectations, he was rarely disappointed after he matured.
Looking back, he felt even more disgust.
As the oxcart drove away, Fang Tong turned around and saw his second brother, but didn't say anything.
Some things, once they're done, are simply left in the past.
For the two brothers from the other family, the nightmare they once experienced could be overcome because of their improved status.
But Princess Dongyue is not an option.
Her son died, her only biological son, in her arms.
She was like a female who had lost her cubs, and she went completely mad.
Now he's in the imperial tomb, and he's acting crazy.
The third princess was too afraid to get close to this aunt.
She wanted to conspire with her aunt to use a self-inflicted injury to win back her father's heart.
But Princess Dongyue's condition...
In a side hall of the imperial mausoleum, Princess Dongyue sat on the ground with her hair disheveled, seemingly holding something in her arms, but upon closer inspection, it was empty.
"Don't be afraid, your mother will take you home."
“They all deserve to die, my son, you cannot love men.”
"Your mother has already killed that little bitch for you. Don't think about her anymore. Your mother will marry you off to a real noblewoman."
As a princess, even if she was punished to guard the imperial mausoleum, the steward of the mausoleum dared not actually make her do anything.
Therefore, Princess Dongyue had ample time... to go mad.
"Crench."
The door opened from the outside, and a tall, slender figure entered.
The prince consort watched her madness with an unchanging expression and placed the tray he was holding on the table.
"Princess, it's time for your meal."
Princess Dongyue ignored him, staring blankly into the sky, lost in thought.
The prince consort walked up to her, slowly squatted down, and stared at her fair face.
"Princess, what are you waiting for? I have already stopped the men you sent out."
Princess Dongyue remained unmoved, still swaying as if she were holding nothing in her arms.
The prince consort seemed very patient.
"We failed to raise our son well, and this end is our own fault. Why should the princess commit further murder?"
The murderer who killed their son is still in jail.
The person the princess sent was to kill Yu Lan.
If it weren't for him, there wouldn't have been a disturbance at the princess's residence, and no one would have taken advantage of the situation.
At least that's what Princess Dongyue thought.
The prince consort was well aware that there was something wrong with the sudden appearance of Yu Lan, but it was his son's own choice.
The others merely threw out the bait; the rest were left to those who were willing to take the bait.
He didn't want any more people to die because of this.
Princess Dongyue's eyes were bloodshot. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and bit his hand.
Fresh blood gushed out immediately.
The prince consort simply watched calmly, offering no resistance whatsoever.
“You all deserve to die, you all deserve to die, to be buried with my son.”
Princess Dongyue mumbled incoherently.
The prince consort let her bite him, and calmly said, "Princess, stop pretending. How could a woman as vicious as you go crazy because of a little setback?"
As his bedmate, he did understand Princess Dongyue after all.
"Do you think you can gain the emperor's pity and leave the imperial mausoleum by feigning madness?"
“But I don’t want to leave. I think it’s good to stay here, to keep vigil for our ancestors and to atone for our past sins.”
"Shall I go with the princess?"
The prince consort's voice was seductive, but there was absolutely no affection in his eyes.
Princess Dongyue released her mouth, and her empty eyes instantly turned icy cold.
The prince consort withdrew his hand, slowly took out a handkerchief, and covered the blood.
"Our son died, your own flesh and blood, why aren't you sad?"
Princess Dongyue's voice was laced with poison.
"Why? Even if you don't like me, your son is still your own flesh and blood."
"If it were that bitch Chen Zixi who gave birth to your son, would you still be so heartless?"
Her eyes reddened, and tears slid down her cheeks, but she still stubbornly raised her head, as if trying to see the person in front of her clearly.
“Princess, it is because you have spoiled your son too much that he has not disciplined him and has become a person who treats human life as worthless.”
"What does all this have to do with Chen Zixi?"
"Since marrying the princess, Chen Zixi and I have never seen each other. Why is the princess taking her anger out on an innocent person?"
The prince consort was genuinely puzzled and asked a sincere question.
After they get married, how they live their lives is entirely up to them and the princess.
Why did the princess send someone to kill Chen Zixi?
"You haven't seen her? But I'm afraid you haven't let go of her for a single moment."
"I am a princess, a hundred times more noble than her in status, and in terms of appearance, I am no less beautiful than her. I have even borne you children, but how have you treated me?"
"Have you ever seen me?"
Princess Dongyue is hysterical.
She was a princess, the apple of the late emperor's eye, and now her own brother.
In what way does she fall short of Chen Zixi?
The prince consort just looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"But my heart belongs to someone else, hasn't the princess already known that?"
He had already rejected the princess without hesitation the first time she expressed her feelings.
But later, the imperial decree for the marriage was still issued.
He thought that the princess might not mind that he had someone he loved.
"After the marriage, the princess became my wife, and I never coveted anyone else."
"As for not being fond of the princess, it's because I can't control myself."
"It's impossible to control your dislike for someone."
With just a few words, Princess Dongyue lost all color in her face.
"Just as I cannot decide my marriage and must stay by the princess's side, I also cannot decide my own heart. I really hate the princess."
The prince consort seemed oblivious, offering a sincere explanation of his own heart.
He wished he could immediately rip his heart out and show the princess that he hadn't lied to her; there really wasn't a single place for her inside.
"Ah! Ah!" Princess Dongyue couldn't accept it, and she screamed madly.
In her mind, it wasn't like that; it was Chen Zixi who was despicable and shameless, seducing men.
Even though the prince consort was already married, she still tried to sow discord between the couple.
The prince consort was merely bewitched by the enchantress; one day, he will see her true nature.
She couldn't accept it; she couldn't accept that the prince consort disliked her.
It had nothing to do with Chen Zixi; it was simply a matter of pure disgust for her.
"Get out! Get out!"
Princess Dongyue gave her husband a hard shove.
The prince consort only staggered for a moment before standing up.
Looking down at him, there was even a hint of pity in his eyes.
"In my heart, I have never compared the princess with Chen Zixi."
"Princess, you are not worthy of her."
A selfish, desire-driven beast, and a pure, kind-hearted girl.
How can you compare them side by side? Wouldn't that tarnish the latter?
Although the prince consort used respectful words, what he said was really unpleasant to hear.
Princess Dongyue's eyes were bloodshot. She was so angry that she calmed down, though her body was trembling slightly.
"You're willing to guard the imperial tomb with me, is it so you can witness my humiliation and avenge yourself?"
The prince consort shook his head.
He'd seen even more disgusting and pathetic things, so what was there to see?
"Husband and wife are one, so naturally I must serve the princess."
He was a prince consort betrothed by imperial decree, destined to be entangled with Princess Dongyue for life.
"Serve?"
Princess Dongyue asked softly.
But a mocking smile lingered on her lips.
Her smile widened, and she suddenly stood up, simultaneously drawing a dagger from her waist and stabbing it into the prince consort's abdomen.
"Pfft!"
Blood gushed out.
The prince consort was only slightly taken aback, and looked down at the dagger.
He could feel the blood flowing out, and his body seemed to be slowly getting colder.
But he didn't show any emotion.
“The princess is the ruler. If you don’t serve the princess well, you deserve to die.”
Princess Dongyue's eyes reddened even more.
"Pfft!"
She pulled out the dagger, then suddenly stabbed it back in.
After three rounds of this, she screamed hysterically, "Then go die! I want you dead!"
The prince consort did not struggle at all, letting her have her way several times, and the light in his eyes gradually disappeared.
He slowly fell backward. So this is what death is like. It's nothing special.
What's the point of someone like him living?
Fearing imperial power, they dared not disobey the imperial decree; constrained by their families, they could not afford to offend the princess.
It doesn't matter if he dies; he was useless.
"Plop" sound.
The prince consort fell heavily to the ground and closed his eyes.
Princess Dongyue was no ordinary woman. She stared at the blood-stained dagger, lost in thought for a moment.
Looking at the prince consort's corpse again, the panic in her heart couldn't outweigh the sense of satisfaction.
She did nothing wrong.
The man she can't have should be destroyed.
If her husband hadn't been so useless, how could her son have died?
This is the imperial mausoleum, and they have few servants around them, which means that no one can discover them for the time being.
She just needs to find a way to cover it up...
Princess Dongyue's hands trembled slightly, and she staggered a few steps before sitting down in a chair to retrieve the soup from the tray.
It was her favorite osmanthus soup.
After drinking half a cup, Princess Dongyue's heart seemed to calm down a little.
But then, I felt a sharp pain coming from my chest.
"Wow!"
She suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The soup bowl in her hand fell to the ground. She clutched her chest and stared wide-eyed at the man lying on the ground.
So, he wanted her dead too.
Princess Dongyue fell off the chair, struggled and crawled on the ground a few times in despair, and finally spat out a mouthful of blood before losing all her breath.
Fifteen minutes later, palace servants finally discovered the deaths of the princess and her husband.
The emperor's face turned grim as soon as he received the notification.
The Imperial Guards went to investigate personally.
The case was so simple that it was resolved that very night.
The autopsy revealed that the prince consort died from a sharp weapon, and the murderer was Princess Dongyue.
The princess died from poisoning; not only was the soup poisoned, but the dishes, rice, and chopsticks on the tray were also poisoned.
In other words, the person who poisoned her was afraid that Princess Dongyue wouldn't die.
These meals only passed through the hands of the prince consort.
The princess and her husband... killed each other.
After hearing this, the emperor sat alone in his study for two hours.
Qingyan wasn't particularly surprised when he received the news.
He knew that Wan Sheng had met the prince consort before leaving the capital.
The person who couldn't get over the assassination attempt was Wan Sheng.
In his heart, if it weren't for that assassination attempt, he would have already eloped with Chen Zixi.
Perhaps Fang Nanzhi's surname isn't Fang, but Wan, and she's his daughter.
Someone came to the Qianqing Palace, wanting to invite the Crown Prince to the Imperial Study to persuade the Emperor.
Qingyan didn't go.
"Go and invite Uncle Wang."
"If Father cries, Uncle will be there to comfort him."
He can't cry anyway.
He had little affection for his aunt and didn't want to comfort his father.
In his view, if his father hadn't indulged his aunt so much, things wouldn't be like this today.
Palace maid: ……
What could we do? We could only send someone out of the palace to invite the Eighth Prince.
Princess Dongyue, the Emperor, and the Eighth Prince were born of the same mother.
The Eighth Prince entered the palace that very night. The two did not embrace and weep; it seemed they had actually argued.
At daybreak, the Eighth Prince left the palace and went to the imperial mausoleum to personally oversee Princess Dongyue's encoffining.
"Your Highness, shall we begin the encoffining of the princess and her consort?"
The Eighth Prince's eyes were bloodshot, and he was clearly not feeling well either.
He stared at his sister's body for a long time, then shook his head.
"No need, let's break up."
He pulled a divorce agreement from his pocket.
It also bears the emperor's seal.
The Eighth Prince buried the divorce papers with the two of them.
Since being together is unhappy, there's no need to linger after death.
He couldn't say whose fault it was, but given the current situation, the Eighth Prince didn't want his sister to continue being so stubborn.
It's not worth it for a man.
However, the divorce agreement was kept secret, and even the fact that the princess and her husband killed each other was kept quiet.
If this gets out, it will truly become a major scandal for the royal family.
Therefore, the official explanation was that the princess and her husband, overwhelmed by the grief of losing their son, committed suicide together.
Although the court officials had doubts, the man was already dead, so why bother investigating?
The emperor fell ill after hastily burying the princess and her husband.
It was said to be a cold and cough, but it lasted on and off for five or six days without getting better.
These past two days, Fang Yin has been pestering the Minister of War to take his annual leave early.
They said the journey home was long and they needed to ask for leave in advance.
The Minister of War didn't like to talk to him.
The emperor is ill and in poor health, yet this kid doesn't seem to care at all.
"Your Majesty's illness is psychological; you will surely overcome it. There is no need to worry excessively."
Fang Yin didn't take it seriously.
"Sir, when I return from my annual leave, I will definitely send you some local specialties."
The Minister of War glared at him: "Am I someone who lacks local specialties?"
Others give gifts secretly, and they give expensive gifts in private.
Fang Yin used this to test the officials appointed by the imperial court.
"Your Majesty's health is a matter of vital importance to the nation and its people. Even the slightest illness must be taken seriously by us, your subjects. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense right now."
The Minister of War is leaving.
I don't know what's wrong with Fang Yin's brain. During the days the emperor has been sick, the princes have been making all sorts of little moves, vying to take care of him. Doesn't he see that?
Isn't he one of the Crown Prince's men? How come he's not worried at all? Not only does he not offer any advice, but he's always thinking about going back to his hometown?
Don't they have anything important on their minds?!
Fang Yin grabbed his sleeve and wouldn't let go.
This kid is strong; even the Minister of War couldn't break free.
He was also a military officer, and when his temper flared up, he was tempted to spar with Fang Yin, but seeing Fang Yin's tall figure, he gave up the idea.
Well, he's too old for that; he can't be as impulsive as a young person.
"Sir, please tell me directly, how can I approve the leave?"
Fang Yin had no interest in the princes' power struggles; he wanted to return to his hometown.
Anyway, the Crown Prince is currently in good health and has considerable power, so he won't lose.
The Minister of War rolled his eyes and said, "Naturally, I will only be in the mood to deal with these trivial matters once His Majesty is well."
Fang Yin frowned.
When will the emperor recover? Doesn't he know? Sending Zhizhi to the palace for treatment? There's no need. Physician Xing and the others aren't pushovers.