"Your Highness, this is bad." The guard hurried into the study, raindrops still on his body, stumbled to his knees, and kowtowed. Perhaps because he was too anxious or afraid, his voice was trembling when he spoke.
Fu Huaiyu's eyebrows knitted slightly, the tip of the pen paused slightly, he raised his hand and put it aside, stood up, with his usual clear smile on his face, "Why are you so flustered, what happened?"
The man suppressed his trembling, but still answered tremblingly: "There are rumors all over the palace right now, saying that the prince and Concubine Liu have a close relationship and are suspected of having an affair. It sounds very convincing, and there are probably many people who believe it."
An affair? That's nonsense! Fu Huaiyu's face darkened slightly, and a complex light flashed across his eyes, so deep that no one could see anything from them. The guard quickly lowered his head and no longer dared to look.
Who could it be? Did they really know that he was connected to Liu Churong or was it just a frame-up
"You..." He suddenly raised his eyes, and his sharp gaze shot directly at the guards kneeling below.
The latter subconsciously lowered his head further, "The slave is here."
"Find out for me who is the mastermind behind this. If not, then there is no use to me having you bunch of trash." Fu Huaiyu sneered. Perhaps it was because of his rage that his usually handsome face became distorted, making people tremble in their hearts and feel a chill all around them.
The guard was so frightened that he trembled. He gritted his teeth and said hurriedly, "I obey your command."
Fu Huaiyu ignored him, raised his eyes, and stared at the direction of the palace for a long time. Don't let him know who did this, otherwise, he will have someone cut that person into pieces! He punched the table, making a loud noise, and his white joints turned red.
Fu Huaiyu's eyes became more and more vicious, as if they were filled with poison.
"Your Highness." Suddenly, a clear and charming voice came from outside the study door, followed by a few short knocks on the door.
The darkness in Fu Huaiyu's eyes disappeared, the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a clear smile, his voice clear and pleasant, "Come in."
"What's the matter?" He reached out and gently rubbed the visitor's hair and asked. Although he was smiling, his eyes still exuded coldness. Wen Ling frowned slightly, but remained calm.
She stretched out her slender hand and held his long arm, her pretty face flushed slightly, "I want you to calm down, Your Majesty. It's not worth it for such a small thing. It would be bad if you get angry and hurt yourself."
Fu Huaiyu glanced at her from the side, with the smile on his face not diminishing at all, "I don't think I'm angry."
The coldness in his eyes made Wen Ling dazed for a moment, feeling like she was being stared at. After a while, she came back to her senses, "Your Majesty has been in a bad mood recently. If you encounter any problems, you can talk to me and I can help you solve your worries." Wen Ling had her signature delicate smile on her face, and said coquettishly, "It's uncomfortable to hide it in my heart."
She defined herself as a sweetheart, and that could never be changed.
For some reason, Fu Huaiyu's eyes suddenly softened and warmed up as he looked at her, which made Wen Ling subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief. She still had to be careful.
He has always been a moody person, and who knows when he will suddenly become irritable.
"Your Highness?" She side-glanced and asked cautiously.
Frowning, Fu Huaiyu waved his wide sleeves and shook Wen Ling's little hand, "You go back first."
A shadow flashed across Wen Ling's eyes, but it disappeared immediately before he noticed it. Her red lips pursed up, and her small hands clenched tightly, "Does the prince dislike me?"
"No, I just want to be alone for some time." Fu Huaiyu turned around, took a pen, and wrote something quickly on the rice paper.
Wen Ling was stunned, then he responded softly, "Yes." Then he bowed respectfully, opened the curtain and left.
At the same time, on the other side, Liu Fei's delicate eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and her red-painted hands tightly grasped the handkerchief in her hands. She walked back and forth in the inner room, and she didn't have the heart to embroider as before.
"Madam." Seeing her pacing for a long time with a frown on her face, La Mei finally couldn't help but open her mouth and persuade her, "Just take a break. The boat will straighten itself out when it reaches the bridgehead, and it will eventually pass."
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Liu Churong not only did not agree with the proposal, but instead threw the handkerchief in his hand at Lamei's feet.
"Take a break? That's easy for you to say. Tell me how to solve this problem." Liu Churong sat down and drank the cup in one gulp. The bottom of the cup hit the table hard, which frightened Lamei and made her tremble suddenly. "The concubine in the palace has a close relationship with the prince? If such a hat is put on me, how can I defend myself?"
La Mei immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times. With red eyes, she begged for mercy, "It is my ignorance. Your Majesty is magnanimous. Please don't take it to heart."
"Humph." Liu Churong snorted coldly and turned his head away. "Since you have done great things, I will spare you. You can deduct your salary yourself."
Lamei bowed gratefully, responded, and then left.
"Empress, I just heard a happy story. Would you like to listen to it?" Nanny Tiegui, who was serving beside Xiao Shushen, lifted the curtain, walked in from outside, bowed, and said.
Hearing this, Xiao Shushen looked up at her, then closed her eyes, and said in a nonchalant tone, as if she didn't care about anything, "Tell me about it."
Nanny Gui received the order and stepped forward to massage her shoulders. "The Ninth Prince and Imperial Concubine Liu have a close relationship." She lowered her voice and whispered in the Queen's ear.
She seemed to be interested only now. She opened her eyes slightly and glanced at her sideways. "Really?"
Madam Gui laughed and said, "Of course you take it seriously. How dare an old servant tease the Madam? I just heard the servants gossiping and I found it quite amusing."
This rumor was enough to make him very upset. Xiao Shushen's lips curled up, and her eyes were full of undisguised gloating.
Could it be that his intention to rebel was exposed? She leaned back in her chair, thinking. But, Fu Huaiyu, who is so cautious, shouldn't be like this.
"Madame Gui." She waved her hand.
"The old slave is here."
Xiao Shushen tilted her head, looking dignified and generous, "Go and call my spy who is buried in the Ninth Prince's Mansion."
Nanny Gui answered yes and left. But a moment later, she came back with a little maid by her side. When she saw her, she immediately knelt on the ground and didn't even dare to raise her head.
"Tell me, how is Fu Huaiyu these days?" Xiao Shushen lowered her head and played with the jade bracelet on her wrist. "If you answer well, I will give you this bracelet as a reward."
The little maid lowered her head and looked at her knees on the ground. "To reply to the Queen, the Ninth Prince has been in a bad temper recently, and his mood is unpredictable."
Bad temper? What's the matter