The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 441: The Scoundrel Prince, Insulting My New Wife!

Emperor Muwu’s expression darkened instantly upon hearing Yu Chunhua’s explanation. As an emperor, his displeasure was enough to instill fear, and even a single glance was enough to make her shiver and tremble.

"Are you suggesting that Sixth Miss is so jealous that she restricts the Ninth Prince?" Emperor Muwu’s voice was icy and stern.

Yu Chunhua, trembling in fear, hurriedly knelt on the cold, hard floor, feeling the pain in her knees. She had intended to imply that Chu Nanli was overly jealous, which would likely lead Emperor Muwu to deem Chu Nanli unworthy and elevate herself to a favored concubine, thus showing Chu Nanli a lesson. However, Emperor Muwu seemed more inclined to protect Chu Nanli.

Indeed, Emperor Muwu continued, "Sixth Miss is beautiful and virtuous, adept at exorcisms and setting up formations. My Ninth Brother did not appreciate her and instead dallied with you. Is he trying to hasten my death?"

His anger was palpable, and he was visibly breathing heavily. Xie Beihan expressed his admiration, saying, "Your Majesty is absolutely right. Sixth Sister is the best in the world!"

Fan Yunxi felt a pang of sadness but wasn’t envious. She knew that the Ninth Princess had earned admiration through her own merits.

Yu Chunhua, sensing the situation was dire, clutched her belly and pretended to be in severe pain. "My belly... Your Majesty, I fear I’ve been moved to the point of harming my pregnancy. The pain is unbearable..."

Despite her pleas, Emperor Muwu’s eyes remained cold. He declared, "Yu Chunhua has committed treason. Take her away and execute her immediately!"

Yu Chunhua’s eyes widened in shock, and she cried out, "Your Majesty! I am carrying the Ninth Prince’s child! He is the only heir!"

Emperor Muwu retorted, "Are you truly pregnant?"

Yu Chunhua was taken aback. Xie Beihan and Fan Yunxi were equally astonished, suddenly realizing Emperor Muwu’s plan.

Emperor Muwu had already made up his mind, convinced that the Ninth Prince and Yu Chunhua had indeed shared an illicit moment. He no longer had the patience to investigate further. If he could pin a crime on Yu Chunhua and dispose of her quickly, the scandal would be buried, tightly sealed.

On the surface, it seemed as if the Emperor wanted to maintain harmony between the Ninth Prince and his wife. But in truth, he feared that once the Ninth Princess learned of this, she would kick the Ninth Prince aside.

After all, the Ninth Princess wasn’t just any royal consort--she was the lucky star of the Mu Nation, its very anchor of stability.

An emperor’s calculations were always based on weighing the pros and cons.

The imperial guards were already dragging Yu Chunhua away.

Thinking of this, Xie Beihan’s anger flared. He said firmly, "Your Majesty, we should summon the Ninth Prince and Sixth Sister to the palace to clarify things with Yu Chunhua! If the child in her womb is indeed the Ninth Prince’s, then Sixth Sister should be informed and allowed to decide for herself!"

He openly challenged the imperial decree, and this caused Emperor Muwu’s gaze to grow cold and piercing, his fury barely contained as he stared straight at him.

Fan Yunxi felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. But when she thought of how he was standing up for the Ninth Princess, the suffocating weight in her heart eased somewhat.

She spoke up as well, "What the Marquis said is right, Your Majesty. Since there’s a possibility that the child in County Princess Yu’s womb belongs to the Prince, it should be up to the child’s father and legal mother to decide."

"You’re all defying me!"

Emperor Muwu roared, sweeping the tea set off the desk, sending it crashing to the floor.

Yu Chunhua was insignificant--whether she lived or died didn’t matter.

But Xie Beihan was the Empress’s own nephew, the last bloodline of the Xie family. How could he possibly kill him?

Emperor Muwu rarely lost his temper like this. To say Xie Beihan wasn’t afraid would be a lie, but when Fan Yunxi trembled beside him, a surge of courage suddenly rose within him. He stepped forward, shielding her behind him.

"Your Majesty," Xie Beihan continued, "If the Ninth Prince has indeed wronged Sixth Sister, he must take responsibility and face the consequences! If Sixth Sister discovers the truth herself, it will only create a rift between her and Your Majesty."

Emperor Muwu’s face was taut, his breathing erratic as he weighed the implications. Qi Hong had ascended to the throne of Qi Nation, and with Mu Nation in a crucial period, a rift between the Ninth Prince and Sixth Princess could lead to instability, potentially inviting Qi Nation’s opportunism.

But did he truly want to deceive the Sixth Princess for the sake of Mu Nation?

Emperor Muwu closed his eyes, unable to make a decision in that moment.

Meanwhile, back in the capital, after Ye Siheng’s return, Nanli had moved back to the Prince Yu’s manor. In the secluded Bamboo Garden, Chong Jiu, who had been imprisoned there, had already purified the evil energy in his body and removed his protective talismans.

Nanli had long uncovered the truth and had no further use for Chong Jiu, so she hadn’t gone to see him. But Chong Jiu was growing increasingly anxious.

By his calculations, Ming Ying’s daughter would be born soon, and he was desperate for any news. He wanted to know if his master had succeeded. If his master’s wishes were fulfilled, all his suffering would be worth it.

However, the Bamboo Garden was heavily guarded, and with the talisman array suppressing him, even using his own blood to draw spells had no effect. In his desperation, he resorted to weeping, wailing, and even threatening to hang himself.

It so happened that Nanli was away at the Xuanzheng Temple, and hadn’t returned. Left with no other options, Qingyang had to report the situation to Ye Siheng.

Ye Siheng didn’t focus on the entire report--he caught one key point: "The princess brought a man back to the manor?"

Qingyang corrected, "Two, actually."

One was Chong Jiu, the other, Chong Ba.

Ye Siheng’s face darkened immediately, his hand clenching beneath his sleeve. In a cold voice, he ordered, "Then why are you still standing here?"

Qingyang quickly realized, "Yes! I will fetch a doctor right away."

"Stop!" Ye Siheng’s fury boiled over. "I meant get them out of the manor!"

Truthfully, he wanted to have them both killed.

But doing so would only anger Nanli, and he couldn’t afford that. So, he grudgingly took a step back.

Qingyang, hesitant, said, "I’m afraid I can’t, Your Highness."

Ye Siheng’s glare sharpened. "You dare disobey me?"

"Your Highness once instructed us to prioritize the princess’s orders in all matters," Qingyang explained. "Besides, the Ninth Prince may not be aware, but Chong Jiu is skilled in Daoist arts. There’s a talisman array set by the princess in the Bamboo Garden, preventing him from moving an inch. If we relocate him elsewhere, it might not be so easy to contain him."

Ye Siheng, busy with the affairs of the capital since his return, hadn’t been aware of these developments.

"So A’Li has him imprisoned..." he muttered.

Qingyang, sensing the rising jealousy in his lord, ventured carefully, "Your Highness, since the Grandmaster’s soul has already been destroyed, Chong Jiu serves no purpose anymore. Perhaps we should..."

He made a throat-slitting gesture.

Ye Siheng didn’t immediately make a decision. Instead, he asked about Chong Ba’s situation. After Qingyang finished his report, Ye Siheng chuckled softly, "Do you think Chong Jiu knows about all this?"

"This... I’m not sure, Your Highness," Qingyang replied, uncertain.

As Ye Siheng deliberated, loud shouts erupted from outside the manor:

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"Not only did you disgrace my bride, you refuse to take responsibility! You’re no man!"