NCCnovel Chapter 167 The Death of the Imperial Concubine
Chapter 167 The Death of the Imperial Concubine
Despite being a concubine for so many years, Yu Qianxue remained imposing on the surface, though she was wary in her heart.
"Hmph! What? Princess Anle isn't staying in her Yongfu Palace properly, but instead comes to my cold palace to get some fresh air?" Seeing that Jing Anle was unmoved, Consort Yu simply sat down opposite Jing Anle and sneered.
After Jing Anle finished speaking, she stared intently at Consort Yu. Suddenly, there was a loud 'boom,' and a bolt of lightning flashed past the window. Without wanting to waste any more words, she went straight to the point: "Fifteen years ago, Shangyang Palace."
These seven words instantly diminished Consort Yu's imposing aura by more than half, and her expression became unnatural.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Consort Yu said, turning her back guiltily.
Upon seeing this, Jing Anle knew that this matter was inextricably linked to Consort Yu. She suddenly stood up and said sternly, "So it really was you!"
The matter was of great importance, so Consort Yu naturally wouldn't admit it. As if she had thought of something, she reverted to her previous demeanor and said, "Although I don't know what it is, I am also unaware of it. It's getting late, Princess, please return."
Seeing Consort Yu's expression, Jing Anle burst into laughter, "Hahahaha!"
"Your life may be worthless, but I do have a younger brother! By the way, he is also your son, Feng Yu."
These words were cleverly chosen, striking at Consort Yu's weak spot.
"You!" Consort Yu turned around angrily, walked up to Jing Anle, and almost gritted her teeth as she questioned, "What are you going to do? That's your own brother!"
Seeing Consort Yu's sudden change in expression, Jing Anle knew that she was about to learn the truth. She calmly sat down and quietly touched the white jade ring on her hand, which was the late Empress's keepsake.
"Are you talking about me? There are so many things I can do, like making an unfavored prince live worse than a palace servant! Or even, secretly killing him in the shadows!"
Consort Yu's heart felt like it was being fried in oil, and she couldn't help but roar, "How dare you!"
"Hahahaha!"
Jing Anle sneered again.
"Do you think I dare?"
Consort Yu's eyes seemed to freeze; indeed, Jing Anle's behavior over the past few months was vastly different from before. She had the Emperor's favor, and now she also possessed cunning and scheming—this was certainly something she was capable of doing.
"Okay, I said."
"But I have one condition: let Feng Yu go and ensure his safety."
Looking at Consort Yu, Jing Anle felt only irony; how could such a person have a heart that loves her son?
"Go ahead."
Consort Yu walked sadly to the dressing mirror and tidied her hair, even though there were no jewels in it.
"How did you find out?" After a long silence, Consort Yu finally spoke.
Jing Anle's face was grim.
“Indeed, it’s not important anymore,” Consort Yu said to herself.
"It was me. I was the one who delivered the medicine. I was the one who killed the late Empress."
Consort Yu spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if she were talking about a trivial matter.
Jing Anle's body was trembling in the mirror, her fists clenched tightly under her long sleeves. She wished she could strangle Consort Yu on the spot. She desperately pressed her right hand down with her left hand to barely convince herself.
"Hmph~ Hahahaha~" Consort Yu looked up and saw Jing Anle's expression, and actually laughed.
Jing Anle could no longer hold back. She pulled a gold hairpin from her hair and pressed it against Consort Yu's neck. "Why?"
"Why are you doing this?"
The gold hairpin was cold, but Consort Yu was not afraid at all. She merely glanced at the hairpin and did not believe that Jing Anle would actually dare to do anything.
"Why? I clearly entered the palace at the same time as Qin Yin. In terms of appearance, I am no less beautiful than her, but His Majesty only has eyes for her and treats me as if I don't exist." Consort Yu became more and more excited as she spoke, and her voice grew louder and louder.
"His Majesty dotes on Qin Yin so much that he sees no one else. I am insanely jealous, but I have found that as long as I am on good terms with Qin Yin, His Majesty will be a little gentler towards me. So I continued to flatter her, being meticulous in my care, thinking that this would make His Majesty favor me."
"But I was wrong. No matter what I do, His Majesty will never love me!"
At this point, Consort Yu swept everything off the table as if she had gone mad, as if only in this way could she quell her anger.
"So you killed her." Jing Anle's words brought Consort Yu back to her senses. She looked up and saw that Jing Anle's face was covered in tears, but her eyes were empty and lifeless.
Jing Anle used to be willful and spoiled, and even when she cried, she would shout and scream. But today she is so calm.
It's so weird.
What medicine did you send?
After a long while, Jing Anle finally managed to utter a few words, her voice choked with emotion.
Consort Yu looked up and met Jing Anle's gaze in the mirror. The candlelight reflected off the mirror and illuminated their faces.
"Poisonous aconite".
As Jing Anle watched Yu Guifei's lips move in the mirror, uttering three words, she felt her heart sink. The image of a beautiful woman flashed through her mind. She closed her eyes, two streams of tears falling. At the same time, she forcefully plunged the hairpin in her hand into Yu Guifei's neck.
"you……"
Consort Yu's eyes widened in shock. Before she could react, she felt a sharp pain. Blood flowed down her neck, soaking her collar and chest.
The hairpin was inserted so deeply that it was almost completely submerged in Consort Yu's throat. But Jing Anle was still not satisfied and pulled the hairpin out. Blood splattered everywhere, hitting the mirror and flying onto Jing Anle's face and body.
Consort Yu collapsed to the ground, the immense pain rendering her unable to utter a sound. She could only stare at Jing Anle in fear, her body convulsing uncontrollably.
Looking at the enemy who killed her mother, Jing Anle's eyes were already blurred with tears. This time, she fiercely plunged the gold hairpin into Consort Yu's chest.
The person lying there finally stopped moving. Jing Anle stared at Consort Yu for a long time, as if all her strength had been drained, before finally collapsing to the ground and wailing, "Mother, Mother! Anle has avenged you."
Her voice was suppressed and choked with sobs, her throat filled with sorrow. Jing Anle felt as if half of her heart had been ripped out, and the pain was excruciating.
The noise startled Mu Ping, who had been waiting outside the door. When she came in, she saw this scene: the girl was slumped on the ground, dressed in blood-stained clothes. Her thin back was very pitiful, and her long hair almost hung to the ground, making her look extremely sad.
"Princess……"
Tears welled up in Mu Ping's eyes, but she didn't let them fall.
She walked to Jing Anle's side, not knowing what to say for a moment. She looked at Consort Yu lying on the ground, checked Consort Yu's breath with her hand, and after confirming that Consort Yu was dead, she pulled out the hairpin stuck in Consort Yu's chest.
"Princess, leave this to me."