Abandoned Wife? Her Starlight Shall Blind You!-Chapter 215 - 158: Seeking Help at the Door

Shen Ruoxi and Jun Moling were momentarily stunned.

Jun Moling reacted extremely quickly, without hesitation pulling his wife behind him and lifting his foot to kick fiercely.

At this critical moment, they heard a woman’s pitiful cry, "Prince, Princess Consort, save me!"

As soon as the words fell, the woman thudded onto her knees at their feet.

Jun Moling pulled back his foot, his brow tightly furrowing.

Shen Ruoxi was also taken aback, quickly looking down at the woman crying pitifully at her feet, exclaiming in shock, "You, you’re Mu Jinxuan?"

Mu Jinxuan sobbed miserably, speaking through her tears, "Yes, it’s me, cousin and cousin-in-law, save me! That bastard Hong Cheng started beating me just days after we got married.

I beg you, don’t send me back, let me stay by your side as a servant girl."

Shen Ruoxi slightly frowned, secretly shaking her head in her heart.

Marrying her own husband had been fraught with difficulties, first with the Emperor bestowing beauties, and now even married women coming to her door.

This Mu Jinxuan, being beaten by her husband, instead of seeking help from her own family, came here to trouble her, the more Shen Ruoxi thought about it, the more she felt it was deliberate.

Her husband in question was Hong Cheng, of whom she knew little, but the Hong family was merely a fifth-rank official family.

While Mu Jinxuan’s grandmother was the second wife of Elder Grand Tutor Cui, she was raised by the Cui family, and her husband was linked by marriage, how would Hong Cheng dare to easily hit her?

Even if the couple truly had conflicts, how would Grandmaster Cui not stand up for her?

Like this, it purely seemed to be an attempt to create trouble for herself, frankly, she probably still hadn’t given up on her husband.

"Beaten?" Jun Moling’s voice was as calm as water, revealing no emotions.

"Yes, I’m covered in injuries." She spoke, unabashedly lifting her clothes before Jun Moling and Shen Ruoxi.

Jun Moling’s lips curled slightly in a mocking tone, "Mrs. Hong, is it your intention for everyone to see you in such disarrayed attire?"

Mu Jinxuan seemed humiliated, her face instantly flushed as she said daintily, "It’s Jinxuan’s fault, I didn’t consider so much, please pardon me, Prince and Princess Consort."

Jun Moling keenly sensed a hint of disdain accompanied by a twinge of anger in his wife’s expression.

For some unknown reason, a trace of small delight unexpectedly surged within him, could she be feeling jealous?

Sometimes, in reflecting, occasional nonsensical "termites" are indeed needed in marital emotions to show each other’s concern.

"Come in," Jun Moling coldly ordered.

Mu Jinxuan never expected Jun Moling would actually allow her into the Prince Mansion.

Her plan ultimately succeeded, and she thought smugly: No man doesn’t stray, no matter how beautiful Shen Ruoxi may be, she’s just a domestic flower, how can she compare to a wild flower like me who throws herself into his arms?

"Thank you, cousin." Mu Jinxuan said shyly, her gaze provocatively fixated on Shen Ruoxi, "Thanks to cousin for standing up for Jinxuan, cousin-in-law, you won’t mind, will you?"

Shen Ruoxi was indeed surprised by Jun Moling bringing Mu Jinxuan into the Prince Mansion.

But she knew Jun Moling’s character well, and understood her own standing in his heart, considering everything they had been through together, if she couldn’t trust him, she’d truly be the fool.

Shen Ruoxi glanced cynically at Mu Jinxuan still kneeling on the ground, quipping, "How could I mind? Please, come in."

Having spoken, Shen Ruoxi raised her brows at Jun Moling.

She saw him teasingly smile at her, then tenderly pulling her hand, he said, "My dear, let’s go inside."

Shen Ruoxi couldn’t help but chuckle, though in her heart she pondered, wondering what was actually brewing in his gourd.

The three entered the Prince Mansion together, with Mu Jinxuan’s gaze firmly fixed on the hands held tightly together, her eyes instantly brimming with the poisonous fire of jealousy.

But soon, she returned to a demure demeanor, cautiously following them, all the while cursing viciously in her heart: Shen Ruoxi, let’s see how long your happiness lasts, just wait to be dismissed and reduced to a cast-off wife!

Mu Jinxuan obediently sat aside, while Jun Moling’s expression remained indifferent, then he instructed Mi Yi, "Invite the doctor, bring all the old doctors from Capital City, and call Hong Cheng along too."

Upon hearing this, Mu Jinxuan couldn’t help but feel a secret delight, thinking: No matter if Shen Ruoxi is Princess Consort Zhan, cousin still cares about me.

Shen Ruoxi, full of doubts, quietly observed her husband’s actions, not uttering a word.

Before long, the doctors in Capital City were gathered.

At this moment, Jun Moling dropped his façade, addressing with a severe expression, "Give Mrs. Hong a thorough examination, leave no area unchecked, and closely inspect where the injuries are?"

Mu Jinxuan’s complexion instantly turned deathly pale. Even if these doctors were all septuagenarians, what dignity would remain if her entire body were to be examined?

"Prince, should we examine here?" the doctors cautiously inquired, wanting to confirm.

"Just outside, Mrs. Hong was bold enough to lift her clothes in public, what’s there to fear within these walls, examine her." Jun Moling’s voice was icy, leaving no room for negotiation.

With the Prince’s instruction, the old doctors had no further hesitations, approaching her, "Madam, where are you injured? Show us so that we can prescribe and treat."

Mu Jinxuan clutched at her clothing desperately, yelling angrily, "Get away!"

At this moment, her heart roiled with panic and anger, all prior smugness and arrogance gone.

The old doctors exchanged looks, appearing quite troubled, and addressed Jun Moling, "Prince, this madam refuses the examination and treatment due to timidity; we are truly at a loss."

Jun Moling looked icily at Mu Jinxuan, his tone tinged with mockery, "Mrs. Hong, I saw you crying so miserably, shouting for help until your voice broke, didn’t you claim you were nearly beaten to death?

Didn’t you say the injuries were very severe? I kindly summoned all these doctors for you, why aren’t you allowing them to examine you?"

"Cousin..." Mu Jinxuan spoke in a pitiful voice, her eyes reddened, tears brimming as she tried to elicit sympathy.

Jun Moling’s face darkened, his voice as cold as frost, "Mu Jinxuan, do you presume to call me cousin? I recall we have no kinship ties, if you utter such nonsense again, I’ll charge you with the crime of great disrespect."

Mu Jinxuan’s face turned ashen abruptly, still attempting to feign pitifulness, yet seeing Jun Moling’s unyielding, stern countenance, she swallowed any further words.

"Prince, what should be done now?" The doctors looked on helplessly and perplexedly.

Without being allowed to examine the injuries, why had they been summoned? Being invited to the Prince Mansion, they had assumed there was some significant personage fallen grievously ill.

Clearly, the prince despised this woman; they couldn’t comprehend why they were to examine her injuries.

Jun Moling’s lips curled with irony, coldly ordering, "Mrs. Hong, without seeing the injuries, how to ascertain you were truly beaten? Guards, hold her down."

As soon as he spoke, two robust matrons immediately restrained Mu Jinxuan firmly.

Mu Jinxuan’s face paled with terror, shrieking, "My arm, my arm is injured, nowhere else."

The doctors hurriedly checked her arm, and after examining, reported back to Jun Moling, "Prince, they’re mere abrasions, there’s nothing serious, with some ointment she’ll recover in a few days."

Jun Moling’s eyes were cold, a sardonic smile on his lips.

Just at that moment, a servant rushed in to report, "Prince, Young Master Hong has arrived."

Jun Moling nodded slightly, his voice deep, "Let him in."

Soon, Young Master Hong entered.

He wore a blue robe, his appearance fairly decent, giving off an impression of an honest man at first sight.

He respectfully saluted Jun Moling and Shen Ruoxi, humbly speaking, "Hong Cheng greets Prince Zhan and Princess Consort Zhan."

At the sight of Hong Cheng, Mu Jinxuan’s eyes quickly flashed with malice.