Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 168 - Our Sons and Daughters

Chapter 168: Chapter 168 Our Sons and Daughters

If anyone asks later, just let Xu Darong tell Lady Xu to tell the truth.

In her previous life, in order to help the Second Prince win people’s hearts, she especially developed several nourishing recipes for the exclusive use of the officials’ wives and misses.

Lady Xu was not young anymore, and giving birth to children left her with lingering ailments. The prescription Murong Jiu wrote for her was spot-on: not only did it treat her condition, but it also replenished her vitality and blood, nourishing and beautifying her complexion.

In her previous life, many ladies and misses loved her recipes, often whispering praises in their husbands’ ears, accomplishing many tasks for the Second Prince.

But at the time, the Second Prince claimed to be worried that she would feel inferior because of her birthmark, so he had Murong Man deal with these ladies and misses. She feared that by the time of her death, none of them would know the recipes were her creation, and all credit had gone to Murong Man.

Murong Man had quite a reputation in the inner quarters.

But in this lifetime, it was impossible for the Second Prince to have her as his aide again, and she would not let Murong Man take the lead anymore. Without her, could Murong Man still be a virtuous helper to the Second Prince?

She believed that with Lady Wang’s crimes exposed and her impending execution, as well as the Marquis Mansion being raided and stripped of its title, those officials’ wives and misses would be too eager to avoid her.

On the way back, Murong Jiu heard a noisy commotion from within the carriage.

It seemed to be Wang Baozhu’s voice?

“It’s Wang Baozhu.”

Jun Yuyan chuckled, telling her this while lifting the curtain on her side of the carriage so she could watch the commotion.

Wang Baozhu was being carried on a rudimentary wooden board by Father Niu and Mother Niu, heading towards Niu Tianbao’s place.

Perhaps because Wang Baozhu had struggled and fallen off earlier, her clothes were covered in dust, and she was tied down with hemp ropes, preventing her from moving.

She lay flat on the wooden board, looking utterly ridiculous. Perhaps feeling indignant and fearful of her future life, she was cursing Niu Tianbao, accusing their whole family of being shameless.

She also shouted loudly, calling for kind-hearted people to save her.

As Niu Tianbao walked, he relayed the story he had told Xu Darong to the unaware passersby.

After hearing it, people almost spat at Wang Baozhu in disgust.

She loved vanity and, fearing that her background would be uncovered, she clung to the Western Region Prince to avoid a hard life as a housekeeper’s daughter. Now, she was paying for food and clothing with her body, even deeming a dirty and smelly man like Niu Tianbao acceptable. It’s hard to say anything good about her.

She used to be a pampered young lady, so how could she degrade herself like this?

Perhaps it’s just her nature, right? Her own mother, Lady Wang, had an affair with the housekeeper and gave birth to her, didn’t she?

Now, no one looked up to Wang Baozhu anymore.

Lowering the curtain, the carriage passed by, and Father Niu, Mother Niu, and the others quickly moved aside, afraid to disturb the noble personage.

The carriage from Prince Ling’s Mansion, at a glance, was obviously for nobility, understated yet luxurious.

Wang Baozhu looked up and recognized this as the carriage that Murong Jiu often rode in; she screamed at the top of her lungs, “Murong Jiu! You’ve taken everything from me, are you satisfied now?”

Murong Jiu found this amusing, she patted the somewhat irritated man in front of her, and lifted the curtain a bit once more.

“You say I’ve taken everything from you? Why don’t you let everyone judge and see who has taken what from whom?”

She revealed only a glimpse of her figure, yet in Wang Baozhu’s eyes, it was exceedingly irritating. The towering Prince Ling had one arm around her waist in a protective stance, while Murong Jiu herself radiated splendor, the gown upon her body shimmering with light, as beautiful as a fairy descending from the heavens.

As for herself, she felt worse than if she had fallen into a mud pit—her body no longer pure, defiled by someone like Niu Tianbao!

Ruined, her whole life was ruined!

In the past, she too had been a noble miss, haughtily looking down upon others from inside her carriage!

“It’s truly laughable. You enjoyed sixteen years of benefits as Princess Consort Ling, while Princess Consort Ling was cast aside to fend for herself in a manor since childhood. The birthmark that used to mar her face was actually a blemish caused by the poison Lady Wang gave to the General’s wife. You, Wang Baozhu, shone so brilliantly for sixteen years, known throughout the Capital City as the most pampered and favored daughter! She is merely reclaiming her rightful identity, and yet you have the audacity to accuse her of stealing what was yours, the very height of absurdity!”

A scholar cried out loudly from within the crowd.

The events of the previous day had already caused an uproar, and these scholars were particularly indignant. The evil and venom of Lady Wang was unheard of, unseen before. Some had even written satirical poems and essays about Lady Wang and Wang Baozhu.

Today, when they heard Wang Baozhu brazenly making such audacious claims in public, the scholar stood up and loudly condemned her.

The surrounding commoners also pointed and gossiped about Wang Baozhu, berating her for her ingratitude.

Red-faced and thick-necked from the scolding, Wang Baozhu tried to argue back, but her voice could not overcome the others’. Niu Tianbao and his parents felt deeply ashamed and hurriedly carried her away.

Many people, filled with righteous anger, followed them, hurling insults all the way to Niu Tianbao’s home before they stopped.

Murong Jiu sneered, amused that Wang Baozhu, despite her deplorable situation, was still so foolish, drawing public outrage solely upon herself, ensuring she would never be able to establish a foothold in the Capital City again.

As for Niu Tianbao, he seemed the type to be deceitful and sly, one who bullied the weak and feared the strong. His parents might appear honest and dull-witted but doted on their son excessively. With Wang Baozhu entering their household, she was certainly not going to have happy days ahead.

Indeed, it served her right.

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It could even be described as immensely satisfying.

In her previous life, Na Kesi and Fu Baozhu had “fallen in love at first sight” and taken a fancy to each other, Na Kesi’s ostentatious declarations of love for Fu Baozhu were known throughout the Capital City. When Na Kesi asked the Emperor for his marriage blessing, the Emperor, unwilling to break up the pair, began to hold suspicions against the General’s Mansion.

Fu Baozhu, for her part, had gone to the Western Regions to become a Princess Consort, leading a life of luxury that many women in the Capital City envied. Yet later on, the General’s Mansion was raided, and although she managed to emerge unscathed, hearing the news of the General’s Mansion downfall didn’t seem to affect her much. She even bore Na Kesi two little princes and lived quite blissfully.

Murong Jiu didn’t care whether Fu Baozhu lived well or not, but using the General’s Mansion as a stepping stone to a life others envied was wrong.

So, wasn’t it immensely satisfying that Wang Baozhu ended up with such a fate in this lifetime?

Feeling good, Murong Jiu even had an extra bowl of rice when she returned to Prince Mansion.

After the meal, she presented Jun Yuyan with a surprise.

She had gifted him the embroidered sachet bags, handkerchiefs, and mid-layer garments she had made in her free time.

Although Jun Yuyan knew she had been embroidering some items, whenever he came, she would put down her needlework. He had thought she was just embroidering to pass the time and hadn’t realized she had embroidered so many things for him.

He said tenderly, “Embroidery can be harsh on the eyes, and sitting for a long time can harm the back. Next time, let the embroideresses do these.”

Despite his words, the smiles in his eyes betrayed his delighted heart. He had already fastened the blue sachet to his waist.

He carefully folded the handkerchief and placed it in his chest pocket, close to his heart.

Murong Jiu chuckled softly, “Once you get the hang of embroidery, it’s pretty quick, and completing it is quite satisfying. As long as you like it. I’ve also embroidered tiger-headed shoes for our sons and daughters. Once I finish the rest, I’ll show them all to you together.”

Jun Yuyan’s gaze fell on her increasingly discernible belly.