Steal my marriage? Turn around and marry the tyrant to take the throne

Chapter 1111 Visiting Princess Qingyang (110 million reward points plus additional chapter)

Concubine Qi keenly grasped the deep meaning of Prince Jin's words and immediately raised her eyes: "What does the prince mean?"

The King of Jin spoke with just the right amount of pity: "She is my sister after all, and we are related by blood. She must be feeling miserable after suffering this unprovoked disaster and being confined to her residence."

"You will go there for me tomorrow."

At this point, Prince Jin paused and emphasized: "Remember, keep a low profile and avoid the eyes and ears of the palace."

"The gift doesn't have to be expensive or luxurious. Pick something delicate and elegant that won't attract attention. For example... Qingyang seemed to prefer crabapples in the past."

"Tell her that my brother was angry and said something harsh, so she shouldn't take it too seriously. Just tell her that I... have always been thinking about my sister."

"The friendship of helping someone in need is the most precious. Do you understand?"

Concubine Qi understood what he meant, and a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes.

The value of winning over a princess who harbors resentment towards the emperor is far greater than ten reckless assassinations.

She bowed her head deeply, her attitude extremely respectful: "I understand."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will do my best to convey Your Majesty's wishes to Princess Qingyang."

Concubine Qi deliberately emphasized the word "heartfelt".

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The morning light of late autumn brought with it a chilly breeze, passing through the slightly deserted courtyard of Princess Qingyang's residence.

A few withered yellow sycamore leaves swirled down, traces of having been swept away were still there, but they were soon covered by new fallen leaves, revealing a sense of desolation as if no one cared about them.

Concubine Qi was wrapped in a lotus-colored cloak with the hood pulled very low, covering most of her face which was lightly powdered.

She was followed only by a maid who was also dressed simply and carrying an inconspicuous ebony food box. She walked quietly through the corridor, avoiding any possible eyes and ears on the main road.

There were only a few servants left in the mansion. When they saw Concubine Qi, they just bowed silently with a bit of numb respect in their eyes. There was no longer the hustle and bustle and splendor of the Princess's mansion in the past.

The nanny who led the way stopped in front of a closed carved wooden door and lowered her voice: "Madam Concubine, the eldest princess is inside."

Concubine Qi nodded slightly, signaled the maid to stay outside the door, and gently pushed the door open.

A mixture of medicine and incense wafted into my face.

The room was dimly lit, with heavy brocade curtains hanging low, blocking out the already thin autumn sun.

Princess Qingyang was wearing only a plain white nightgown, with her hair loose, and she was sitting on the couch by the window with her back to the door.

Hearing the noise, she did not turn around. Her frail figure looked lonely and stiff in the dim light, like a jade statue covered in dust, emitting a cold and resentful aura that kept people at a distance.

"I have met Princess Qingyang."

Concubine Qi's voice was extremely soft, with just the right amount of concern, breaking the dead silence in the room.

Princess Qingyang's back moved slightly, but she still didn't turn around. She only uttered a short and cold laugh from her throat: "Oh, rare guest!"

"Are you here to see me laugh at my joke? Or are you here to see if I'm dead, following someone's orders?"

Her tone was filled with sharp poisonous needles, and every word was filled with overwhelming hatred and unwillingness.

Concubine Qi pretended not to hear anything. She walked forward slowly and stopped a few steps away from the couch.

She took off her cloak, revealing the equally plain dress underneath. She had a gentle and appropriate smile on her face, but her eyes were fixed on Princess Qingyang's stiff back.

"The princess is joking."

Concubine Qi's voice was still gentle, as if she was soothing a furry cat: "I confined you to the Princess's residence because of His Majesty's momentary anger."

"I miss the princess so much that I came to see you."

"Look at this room, why is there not even a bit of warmth? The servants are not attentive, the princess is really wronged."

As she spoke, she placed the lunch box on the small table beside her and opened it.

There were no delicacies in it, just a few plates of exquisite snacks and a palm-sized red clay charcoal stove with a small white porcelain cup simmering on it.

When the lid was opened, a sweet and mellow aroma of bird's nest immediately spread among the dull smell of medicine, bringing a faint warmth.

"I specially stewed some bird's nest to moisten the princess' throat."

Concubine Qi scooped a small bowl with her own hands and handed it to Princess Qingyang.

Princess Qingyang finally turned around slowly.

This face, which was once bright, lively and radiant, is now so thin that the cheekbones are slightly protruding, there is a dark spot under the eyes, and the lips are cracked and chapped.

There was only a pair of eyes, burning with two clusters of crazy flames, and filled with deep hatred!

"Moisten your throat?"

Her voice was hoarse and she choked with sobs: "My royal brother is so cruel. My voice is almost hoarse from crying, but he is indifferent. How can I moisten it?!"

Concubine Qi gently patted Princess Qingyang's thin back with her palm. Her movements were gentle and full of soothing meaning.

She could clearly feel the tremor coming from the thin body under her palm, like the last struggle of a dying butterfly.

The broken sobs, intermittent in the dim room, were filled with endless grievances.

Concubine Qi waited patiently.

Wait until Princess Qingyang's turbulent emotions calmed down a little.

When her crying gradually faded, leaving only the occasional uncontrollable twitching of her shoulders, Concubine Qi slowly spoke again, her voice even softer, with a sympathetic trial: "Princess, please don't be sad anymore."

She sighed softly, her tone full of sympathy and pity: "It's just... I really don't understand. Why did the eldest princess, a beautiful girl, offend His Majesty and suffer such a severe punishment?"

"What happened at the Fourth Prince's first birthday party?"

"Could it be that the Imperial Concubine Chen was spreading rumors and caused His Majesty to say such harsh words to the Princess?"

Concubine Qi deliberately avoided the harsh words "lacking in female virtue" and only used "harsh words" instead.

Her eyes were fixed on Princess Qingyang's lowered profile, trying to catch a clue from her tear-stained, dazed face.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment...

The fingers of Princess Qingyang, which were covering her face, suddenly froze, as if someone had poured a basin of ice water over her head. A cold current mixed with great shame instantly swept through her limbs!

If the news of the palace banquet that day were to get out...it would completely ruin her reputation and plunge her into the abyss!

Princess Qingyang's face was completely drained of color, and even her lips were trembling slightly. Her eyes, which had just been filled with tears of grievance, now only had a sense of shame at being stripped naked and displayed to the public!

"Stop asking!"

Princess Qingyang waved her arms subconsciously, and her sleeves knocked over the bowl of still warm bird's nest on the small table.

"Clap!"

The small white porcelain cup fell to the ground, and the warm soup and crystal bird's nest splattered all over the floor, making a mess.