Fu Huaiyu returned to his mansion and listened to his subordinates reporting the situation to him.
"I heard that the Emperor went to the prison after you left, lost his temper, and personally carried the Concubine out."
"Got it. You go down first!" Fu Huaiyu raised his hand to indicate that he understood. The man in black disappeared in front of Fu Huaiyu in a flash.
Fu Huaiyu pondered over what had just been said, her eyes slightly complicated. It seemed that Fu Yuheng still cared about her very much!
"Fu Yuheng, Shen Qingwan, haha, but it's getting more and more interesting." Shen Qingwan is still charged with a crime, and Fu Yuheng directly carried her out of the prison. I wonder how he will clear the charges for this interesting woman!
Judging from the current situation, Shen Qingwan is likely to become Fu Yuheng's weak spot. If this person has a weak spot, he can be easily knocked down. I just hope she won't let me down!
Fu Huaiyu sat in front of the candlelight, sorting out the current situation, revealing a meaningful sneer.
The next day, Fu Yuheng went straight to Shen Qingwan's yard after the court. He had never felt that this road was so long before, but today, it seemed as if sand was filling Fu Yuheng's feet. Every step was very difficult. Every blade of grass and every tree on this road was engraved in Fu Yuheng's heart.
Fu Yuheng felt very upset when she thought of Shen Qingwan lying on the bed with her life hanging by a thread yesterday. She really didn't expect that she would suffer such cruel treatment. She didn't know if she would blame or even hate herself.
Fu Yuheng hesitated to take a step towards the gate of the courtyard. Finally, he made up his mind and slowly stepped over the threshold.
Shen Qingwan woke up slowly in the early morning. She looked around in confusion and found that the furnishings in the room were very familiar. It turned out to be her own bedroom. Then she saw Lianyun guarding her bedside, but she was a little bit unbelievable.
"Lianyun."
Lianyun woke up from her dream immediately when she heard the voice, and looked at Shen Qingwan with tears and laughter.
Shen Qingwan looked at Lianyun and swallowed. She had been seriously dehydrated these past few days. Her throat felt like it was smoking and it hurt to speak. "Lianyun, I'm thirsty."
Lianyun hurriedly poured Shen Qingwan a glass of water. She drank two glasses before she felt her throat was better.
But suddenly Lianyun looked at her face and burst into tears, saying that she had not taken good care of her and that was why she suffered so much. Shen Qingwan coaxed her for a long time before Lianyun choked up and told her what happened yesterday, telling her that it was Fu Yuheng who carried her out of the cell.
Listening to Lianyun's narration, he was stunned for a moment but then reacted quickly. He was really confused by Fu Yuheng's behavior. What was he doing? Was he feeling sorry for him, or was he feeling guilty seeing him being tortured like this
Shen Qingwan smiled bitterly in her heart. To be honest, she should thank Fu Yuheng for his sudden pity, which allowed her to save her life. Otherwise, she would have died in prison without knowing the exact reason, and they might have directly said it was suicide. At that time, no one would care about her injustice.
He forced himself to speak back to Lianyun. Lianyun saw that it was already bright outside and clamored for someone to cook porridge for her.
Shen Qingwan lay on her bed and felt as if she were in another world. These past few days seemed like a distant dream to her. In this dream, she was so fragile that she could die at any time.
"I'm here to see you." Fu Yuheng walked in with difficulty, not daring to look Shen Qingwan in the eye. He didn't dare to see the indifference in Shen Qingwan's eyes, and was even more afraid to see resentment towards him in her eyes.
"Are you feeling better?"
Shen Qingwan looked at Fu Yuheng's slightly gentle appearance with indifference. He was really good at the tactic of giving a sweet date after a slap in the face. First he beat her to the point of being on the verge of death, and now he was pretending to care about her.
I used to think Fu Yuheng was cold, but now I feel like I have never known him. He ruthlessly scares me and makes me terrified. He is a king who is high above and can deprive others of their lives at will.
"I am much better now. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your mercy and for sparing my life, allowing me to continue living." Shen Qingwan's voice was still hoarse. Although weak, it carried a hint of coolness, and she did not show any weakness at all.
When Fu Yuheng heard her words, he frowned and stared at her. She had a pair of deep eyes that were staring at him without showing any weakness. The feeling of coldness and alienation pierced his heart.
"Master, it's time to drink porridge."
Lian Yun brought a bowl of porridge over, and seeing that the atmosphere between the two was awkward, she spoke to ease the situation, and looked at Shen Qingwan with heartache.
When the master was brought back by the emperor yesterday, she was covered in blood, her wounds were infected and oozing pus, her clothes were tattered, and she had a high fever. After hearing what the imperial physician said about the master's condition, Lianyun felt as if a piece of her heart had been dug out. She could only stay by Shen Qingwan's side all night and pray to the gods.
"Let me do it." Fu Yuheng naturally took the bowl of porridge from Lianyun's hand, scooped a spoonful, put it to his mouth to blew away the hot steam, and handed it to Shen Qingwan's mouth.
"I dare not trouble the emperor." Shen Qingwan looked at him and spoke slowly, her voice cold and distant, as if she were a stranger.
"Oh, you don't want to eat the porridge I feed you myself. It seems that the Ninth Prince still has a solution."
Shen Qingwan's attitude finally angered Fu Yuheng. Thinking of the unclear relationship between her and the Ninth Prince, Fu Yuheng began to mock her in a sarcastic manner.
"I don't understand what Your Majesty is saying. I have never drunk the Ninth Prince's porridge." Shen Qingwan looked at Fu Yuheng's sarcastic expression and sneered in her heart. He never believed in her.
"Oh, although you haven't eaten his porridge, it's medicine! Don't say you don't know he went to the prison to see you. You two are unclear and secretly colluding. Do you know what is written in the female training? Do you still have any sense of propriety and honor in your heart?"
Fu Yuheng was hurt by Shen Qingwan's sneering expression, and remembering what Fu Huaiyu had said to him before, he flew into a rage and spoke without thinking.
"I and the Ninth Prince only met by chance. I don't know why he came to see me in prison. Besides, I have been familiar with the female training since I was young and have never forgotten it. I have also never forgotten the principles of propriety, righteousness, integrity and honor."
When Shen Qingwan heard his words, her heart had already become numb. Her disappointment in him made her no longer have any expression. He never understood her.
"Pah..."
Fu Yuheng was so angry at her confrontation that he raised his hand and slapped her. Five fingerprints were clearly imprinted on her miserable face, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth. Fu Yuheng regretted it when he realized it, and his anger had mostly subsided. There was some guilt on his face.
Shen Qingwan didn't cry or make a fuss, she just stared at him, her stunned eyes filled with endless indifference and disappointment.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then smiled and spoke in a sarcastic tone.
"Is Your Majesty relieved?"
"You..." This sentence made Fu Yuheng even more speechless, but seeing her appearance he felt that he had indeed been too heavy-handed. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch her face, but his hand remained suspended in mid-air and he let it go again, turning around and leaving.