Chapter 236: Real Death or Fake Death?
Sun Jiaojiao had never imagined that the Imperial Consort would hide the infertility-causing musk inside an inconspicuous bracelet and have a servant give it to her personal maid, Yu'er. The assumption was that since Yu'er served Sun Jiaojiao closely and was mute, even if the matter was exposed one day, she wouldn't be able to explain it clearly. Who knew the Crown Prince would be so meticulous as to investigate all the servants? And Yu'er was a loyal, family-born slave. The Minister's Residence was a scholarly household that had taught all its family-born servants to read and write. Yu'er wrote down the details of the Imperial Consort's bribe, and the matter became clear.
The Crown Prince was enraged.
Sun Jiaojiao was alarmed.
She had no intention of harming others, but these women in the harem refused to let her go, finding all sorts of ways to get close to her and harm her. Today it was musk to make her infertile; tomorrow it might be poison to kill her.
When one shouldn't endure, one absolutely must not endure!
"That Eighth Prince is a scourge, he won't spare anyone's woman. I was wondering who he inherited it from. Turns out he inherited this Imperial Consort's bad genes!" With no one else around, Sun Jiaojiao couldn't help but complain to the Crown Prince. "I really want to slice this mother-son pair into a thousand pieces. It would count as eliminating a pest for the people."
"What's so difficult about that?"
"Ah?!"
Sun Jiaojiao was just venting. If it came to actually killing someone, she couldn't...
"Your Highness, I was just saying it casually. Killing... isn't that a bit much?" she said cautiously.
"A woman's benevolence." The Crown Prince looked down at her, making her heart flutter. "If the world falls into the hands of such people in the future, it will be the common people who suffer, countless innocent people. Have you thought about that?"
"What Your Highness says isn't without reason..."
"No one is going to kill them. Don't overthink it." The Crown Prince suddenly changed his tune. "Move back to the residence tomorrow. My beloved consort should just focus on recuperating in the residence and getting pregnant with dragon and phoenix twins as soon as possible."
Seemingly, everything was calm. Sun Jiaojiao moved back to the Crown Prince's Residence with the Crown Prince, and the Eighth Prince did indeed take the Crown Prince's troops to the border to "play around." Although the Imperial Consort was worried, the Eighth Prince vowed to emulate his ancestors and achieve military glory. Besides, the Western Turkic had just made peace, and the border was very stable. The Imperial Consort couldn't do anything but let him go.
But disaster struck before any victory. The Eighth Prince had just arrived at the border when he contracted a serious illness. A carriage was rushed back day and night by 800-li express riders, but the Eighth Prince still died mysteriously on the road. The Imperial Consort was overcome with grief.
"Is my son's death related to you?" Before the body was cold, the Imperial Consort rushed to the Crown Prince's Residence to mourn and protest.
"Mother Consort, why would you say such a thing?" The Crown Prince calmly parried. "The Western Regions are different from the Central Plains. My imperial brother had never left the capital and had a delicate constitution. It's very normal to fall ill from being unable to acclimatize."
"Hehe, who benefits the most from my son's death?" The Imperial Consort was relentless.
"Eighth Brother and I were like brothers. I am also heartbroken by this misfortune. Mother Consort, please restrain your grief."
"Shedding crocodile tears!"
"Mother Consort, please restrain your grief."
"This Consort will not let you off!"
"Escort the Imperial Consort back to the palace..."
"You bastard!"
"Escort the Imperial Consort back to the palace!"
Under the Crown Prince's forceful demand, the Imperial Consort returned to the palace resentfully. Only then did Sun Jiaojiao curiously peek out from behind the curtain. "Your Highness, was the Eighth Prince's death... really related to you?"
"You also think he's really dead?" The Crown Prince avoided her question, instead posing another.
"Ah? If he's not really dead, is he fake dead?"
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