CHAPTER 453: CHAPTER 452: WUYANG, DON’T HUMILIATE YOURSELF

"Wuyang, what are you trying to do by picking on the Crown Princess Consort all night?" The King of Chu Kingdom, who should have been dead drunk by now, had changed into a plain white robe and was sitting on the bed, his expression cold as he stared at his sister.

Chu Yu pressed her lips together, looking extremely unhappy, even sinister.

"Can’t you see, brother? Wuyang is fighting for the honor of the Chu Kingdom."

"You’re going about it the wrong way. She’s not someone you can provoke. From now on, when you see the Crown Princess Consort, go the other way." Chu Qi had dealt with Yan Wanqing in the early years and continued to follow her news, aware of her capabilities.

But Wuyang didn’t understand—she even thought that Yan Wanqing was like those concubines in the imperial harem of Chu, skillful only in petty schemes.

Thinking about this, Chu Qi couldn’t help worrying: "She’s known as the Female Zhuge Liang. Although she hardly said a few words tonight, you could see that your tricks were insignificant to her. So, Wuyang, stop humiliating yourself."

Humiliate myself...?

She never expected such words to come out of her brother’s mouth.

Chu Yu’s heart grew even more defiant.

"Brother, your heart is with Yan Wanqing, so naturally, you can’t bear to see Wuyang’s methods. But do not forget, brother, that Yan Wanqing is now the Crown Princess Consort of Dawei, carrying the heir of the Crown Prince. You are being overly protective too soon!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she was met with a slap.

Chu Yu was knocked from the chair to the ground, clutching her chest as she coughed up blood.

Chu Qi stood up, pacing slowly to her side, looking down from on high.

By now, Chu Yu also realized the gravity of the situation, but it was too late.

Chu Qi crouched down, still reeking of alcohol. He reached out and grabbed Chu Yu’s chin fiercely, his green eyes filled with murderous intent: "Your noble status was given by me, and so was your title. Everything you have now is bestowed by me. Chu Yu, you’re nothing but a child born to an unloved concubine from the Cold Palace. If not for me, you’d be clear on where you would stand today. Don’t think that just because I’ve given you these titles and positions, you can really stand here and lecture me!"

"Wuyang dares not!" She was too complacent, having believed that Chu Qi was always kind to her, making her think she had truly earned a sibling’s affection...

The slap was not very strong, but Chu Yu felt as if all her internal organs were shattered.

"Remember your place and do not engage in futile acts." Chu Qi let go and her face turned aside. He stood up and spoke coldly, "Now, get out."

Without a word, Chu Yu clumsily got up and scrambled out the door.

Chu Qi, through the door, looked at the night sky over the Imperial Palace of Dawei, his eyes icy cold.

Father, just watch, watch how I will completely bring Dawei under my control!

As soon as Chu Yu returned to her room, she couldn’t hold back any longer and swept all the teaware from the table onto the floor.

The sound of breaking startled the maidservant awake.

"Princess!" She hurried over, seeing the mess on the floor, and quickly bent down to pick it up.

But Chu Yu grabbed her: "No need, Yingtao."

"What happened, Princess?" Yingtao asked anxiously.

Traces of blood still lingered on Chu Yu’s lips; Yingtao hurriedly wiped them with a handkerchief.

As she wiped, Chu Yu suddenly embraced her, crying, "Yingtao, Yingtao, why does everyone only see Yan Wanqing? Why don’t they see me, when I’ve already tried so hard..."

Yan Wanqing?

Isn’t she the Crown Princess Consort of Dawei?

How did they become enemies in just one day?

But how does she remember, the Crown Princess Consort hardly spoke to the Princess from start to finish?

Listening to Wuyang still crying, Yingtao felt a surge of pity and continued to comfort her until she agreed to wash up and rest.

Lying on the couch, Chu Yu still felt uncomfortable in her heart, despite the King forbidding her from troubling Yan Wanqing, she was determined to do just that!

She really wanted to see how formidable this Crown Princess Consort, who was pregnant before marriage and had only a verbal title from the Crown Prince without any official ceremony, could be!

The next day, Xiao Pingfeng and Chu Qi discussed state affairs.

After waking up, Yan Wanqing had Cong Ge massage her waist for a good while until she felt relieved.

"Tonight, block the door for me. Don’t let him in!"

She was truly on the verge of fury—utterly lacking in restraint!

How preposterous!

Cong Ge covered her mouth and giggled shyly by the side, and Yan Wanqing felt her face burn with embarrassment.

Just as she was thinking about how to alleviate the awkward atmosphere, news came from outside that Princess Wuyang was waiting at the hall.

"What is she doing here?"

Yan Wanqing remembered the events from the welcome feast very clearly.

Cong Ge hesitated, "Miss, why not reply that you’re resting? I’ll go tell the Princess you’re still asleep."

"No need," Yan Wanqing raised her hand to stop her: "She’s come all this way; there’s no reason to turn her away at the door. It would be Dawei that loses face if word gets out."

"Go, fetch the finest tea leaves and invite Princess Wuyang in."

Cong Ge immediately instructed the maids to arrange everything, then helped Yan Wanqing change into a new set of clothes and freshened up her makeup. By this time, Princess Wuyang had just entered from the outer gate.

"I’ve come to see the Crown Princess Consort," she greeted unhurriedly.

"Please have a seat, Princess. Someone, bring the tea," Yan Wanqing said, taking her place at the head of the table.

"I have come today because I have some questions for the Crown Princess Consort, if it is convenient?" Chu Yu said after taking a sip of tea, her gaze fixed intently on Yan Wanqing’s belly.

Her look was hardly friendly.

Cong Ge, who stood at the side, slightly furrowed her brows.

Since Yan Wanqing did not speak, naturally she could not make any superfluous movements.

Between the two nations, here was the noble Princess Wuyang of Chu Kingdom, and Yan Wanqing had not expected her to exhibit such manners, which made one somewhat look down on Chu Kingdom.

Yan Wanqing smiled faintly, "Does the Princess’s question concern this palace?"

"Not entirely, it’s just related to the Crown Princess Consort," Chu Yu continued.

"So it concerns the Crown Prince?"

Chu Yu didn’t expect Yan Wanqing to guess as much so quickly. Seizing the opportunity, she said with a smile, "Yes, before this journey, the King mentioned to Wuyang that bringing her to Dawei was to foster good relations between the nations, hence a marriage alliance would be considered in due course. Therefore, Wuyang would like to know the Crown Prince’s preferences to plan for the future."

Upon these words, the entire presence of the servants looked upon Princess Wuyang with ill-disposed eyes.

Had Princess Wuyang lost her senses?

Discussing with the Crown Princess Consort about becoming the Crown Prince’s woman in the future, could it be that she had lost her mind after drinking too much yesterday?

After listening to what Chu Yu said and observing her provocative demeanor, Yan Wanqing lightly knocked the floating leaves with the lid of her teacup. She sipped her tea, leaving behind a lingering fragrance on her lips.

"The Princess should ask the Crown Prince himself if she wants to understand him better. How could it be appropriate to come to me? If the Princess does not know where the Crown Prince is at this moment, I can send someone to take you to him," said Yan Wanqing.

Chu Yu did not expect her to push the matter away straight out, and was immediately displeased.

"The Crown Princess Consort is the person who understands the Crown Prince the best. Can’t Wuyang learn from you? Or is it that the Crown Princess Consort is worried that if Wuyang gets to know these things and gains the Crown Prince’s favor, she will be neglected in the future..."