jdhmnovel Chapter 230 Misread
Chapter 230 Misread
"This Mao Qian is a pitiful person. Well, let's just meet her. I want to see what she has to tell me..."
Yan Wan narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a complex expression. Her tone was filled with both pity and curiosity.
Why did you change your mind again?
Concubine Yu was extremely confused and had no idea what Yan Wan was thinking. However, she responded with a very submissive expression, not daring to show the slightest doubt.
"Yes, I'll find a good day and bring her to you..." Concubine Yu bowed her head slightly, her tone respectful. Her eyes revealed a hint of anticipation, hoping that this matter could be successfully completed and that she would receive Yan Wan's reward.
Yan Wan nodded, then leaned back against the soft pillow beside her seat, slowly closing her eyes and resting her mind. Her demeanor was relaxed, as if everything was under her control. After a moment, Yan Wan said leisurely, "Go ahead. When this is done, you'll definitely get some of the benefits..."
Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable authority.
When Concubine Yu heard this, she was delighted and quickly bowed and took her leave.
"Yes, I'll take my leave..."
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Mao Qian was really scared these days. On that ordinary day, she was sitting quietly at home doing needlework as usual.
On that seemingly ordinary day, she sat quietly at home, concentrating on her needlework. Autumn was approaching, and the weather in the capital was cooling down rapidly. She secretly planned to buy herself and Ling Yunche some warm winter clothes.
But who could have imagined that when she was concentrating on the work in her hands, there was suddenly a loud noise and the door was kicked open by someone.
She looked up in shock, only to see Ling Yunche lying on the cart, his body bloody and mangled, having been forcibly pulled back. At that moment, Mao Qian felt her head go blank.
Fear quickly overwhelmed her like a tide. Her hands began to tremble unconsciously, and the needlework in her hands fell to the ground. She stared at Ling Yunche with wide eyes, her heart filled with disbelief.
This man, though they sometimes argued, was still her husband. Seeing this tragic scene before her eyes, her heart suddenly clenched. She wanted to rush over, but she found her legs felt as heavy as lead, and she couldn't move a step.
Countless thoughts raced through her mind: How could he be injured? How serious was his injury? Was his life in danger? All sorts of worries and fears intertwined, causing her breathing to quicken.
After a long while, Mao Qian finally came to her senses. She stumbled to Ling Yunche and tears instantly burst out of her eyes.
She reached out her hand tremblingly, gently touching Ling Yunche's face, feeling his faint breath. She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that he would be safe. As long as he could survive, she would no longer care about the past.
The eunuchs who had brought the men back were all ferocious, their looks seemingly enough to scare away evil spirits. Mao Qian was terrified, but she knew now was not the time to be afraid. She quickly spent a lot of money and persuaded them to carry Ling Yunche back to the house, and then sent them away in a gentle manner.
The incident was so sudden that she didn't even have time to inquire about the cause. Afterward, she was frantically busy, looking for a doctor to treat his injuries, constantly boiling medicine, and cleaning his body. Every task was exhausting, but she dared not slack off for even a moment.
However, Ling Yunche was on the other side. He lay on the bed in the main room like a dead person all day long, running a high fever and still muttering that man's name.
Mao Qian listened to his incoherent mumbling, feeling both aggrieved and angry. She had worked so hard to take care of him, yet he was always thinking about someone else.
Mao Qian was completely heartbroken.
Ling Yunche is like a stinking stone in the toilet, stubborn and unyielding, and no matter how hard she tries, he won't melt.
But what about that man? During the long months he spent recuperating from his injuries, not even a single person came to visit him, let alone a single sighting of anything.
She toiled daily, searching for doctors and medicine for him, and was completely exhausted, yet that man was so heartless. If Zhao Jiuxiao and Imperial Physician Jiang hadn't visited him from time to time and offered some help for the sake of their colleagues, he would have been dead long ago.
He is still alive today thanks to the kindness of these people, but the person he cares about so much is so indifferent.
All of this was caused by that person! Mao Qian's heart was filled with resentment. Looking at Ling Yunche, who was still unconscious on the bed, she felt that fate was unfair. Why did she have to suffer all this? Why was he so obsessed with that person?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't help but curse, "Serves you right! You deserved to be born like this!"
She once had hoped to live a good life with him. She worked hard to manage the household, hoping that life would get better. But now, after going through all this, she no longer had any hope for this man.
Her heart had grown cold, just like the autumn weather. She didn't know how to live in the future, but she knew that she could no longer harbor any illusions about this man.
After the New Year, he was able to get up and all the money in the family was gone. Mao Qian secretly found Zhao Jiuxiao and asked him about the whole story.
The more Mao Qian asked, the colder his heart became. It turned out that he had secretly helped that person and angered the emperor, which led to this situation.
The imperial guards actually dared to obey the orders of someone other than the emperor. Even if Ling Yunche had nine heads, they would not be enough to deal with the emperor.
Mao Qian felt as if a knife was hanging over her neck, the sharp blade flashing coldly, as if it would strike at any moment. Her heartbeat quickened, her breathing became rapid. If she allowed him to continue like this, not only would his worthless life be at stake, but her own would be too.
She had accumulated enough disappointment, and it was painful to remove the thorn. Mao Qian cut the Gordian knot and packed up all her valuables. She didn't take anything else except what she brought with her.
The earrings Ling Yunche gave her during his southern tour were placed alone on the dressing table.
She spoke frankly. Husband and wife are birds of a feather, but they fly away when disaster strikes. Ling Yunche has been such a good husband, so it is very reasonable for her, as his wife, to want to leave.
She ran away the next day after learning the truth, and hid in another place for fear of being implicated.
But I didn’t expect that the good times would end so soon.
People in the palace found her.
Mao Qian knew she couldn't escape, so after finding out the truth, she made her demands.
She was sent to the capital overnight and locked in an inn, unable to go out.
That day, she was sitting in front of the window in a daze, and the door that had been closed for several days suddenly opened.
A sharp yet feminine voice came.
"You are so lucky! The boss agreed to see you..."
She hadn't held out hope at first, but she never imagined that the lady would actually agree...