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Chapter 61: Mo Xiuyao’s Injury

“A Li, watch out!”

Lost in thought, Ye Li suddenly heard Mo Xiuyao’s voice. She spun around as a sleeve arrow shot toward her. The dagger in Ye Li’s hand flew out instantly, and before her eyes, a shadow flashed as someone tackled her to the ground.

“Mo… Xiuyao…” Ye Li called hesitantly, raising her hand to support Mo Xiuyao’s back, immediately feeling wetness.

Mo Xiuyao collapsed powerlessly beside her, smiling faintly: “It’s nothing…”

“Your Highness!” A Jin rushed over to support Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao’s face turned deathly pale as he frowned, saying: “I’m fine. Check if there are any survivors.”

Ye Li sat up and looked ahead. The person who had shot the sleeve arrow now lay dead with her dagger in their chest. That person… was the one she had knocked unconscious earlier who had somehow awakened. She couldn’t help but laugh bitterly in her heart – had she forgotten what vigilance meant after being away from the battlefield for too long? She had left several survivors in such a deadly fight. No…, except for this last one, she hadn’t killed any of them. If all these people were to wake up at some unknown time… She couldn’t help but shudder.

A slightly warm large hand covered hers. Mo Xiuyao looked at her with a faint smile: “A Li, I’m fine.”

Ye Li bit her lip lightly, saying hatefully: “You’re injured but claim to be fine? What would count as not being fine then?” Letting A Jin support Mo Xiuyao, Ye Li stood up to retrieve her dagger and clean it. Then she tore open his clothes at the back to examine the wound. The blood color was normal, suggesting the arrow wasn’t poisoned, which made her relax slightly. She heard Mo Xiuyao say softly: “If I’m not dead, then I’m fine.”

Ye Li gritted her teeth, waving for A Jin and the others to take him back to Wuyue Temple. Without her having to order it, guards had already leaped away, presumably to fetch a doctor.

Back at Wuyue Temple, it was indeed as Mo Xiuyao had said – the assassins hadn’t disturbed the temple. Madam Wen had received news and was already waiting for them at the entrance. Seeing the group return, she hurried forward to lead them to the prepared guest rooms. Although Mo Xiuyao’s injury didn’t look severe now, Ye Li had already examined the assassin’s sleeve arrows – they all had barbs. One could imagine how bloody it would be when removing the arrow. Worried about frightening Madam Wen, Ye Li asked her to return to her room to rest. Madam Wen looked at her, still worried, but left to prepare food for them.

Mo Xiuyao sat on the bed, frowning occasionally due to the wound in his back. Ye Li asked worriedly: “Is it very painful? The doctor will be here soon.” Mo Xiuyao smiled bitterly, saying: “The doctor will only remove the arrow anyway, just let A Jin do it. He should be more efficient than those doctors.” Ye Li frowned, turning to look at A Jin – could he remove arrows? These sleeve arrows had barbs. If it were a normal arrow and hadn’t hit any vital spots, they could just pull it out. But arrows with barbs were extremely difficult to remove; forcefully pulling them out would likely tear out a large chunk of flesh. A Jin shook his head solemnly.

Mo Xiuyao sighed helplessly: “If it had shot clean through, it would have been easier.”

Ye Li coldly watched him, unable to resist mocking: “If it had been two inches lower and shot through, it really would have been easier.”

“A Li… are you angry?” Mo Xiuyao sighed, looking at her with gentle eyes as if he wasn’t the one with an arrow in his back.

“I…!” Ye Li lowered her head somewhat frustrated, only speaking after a while had passed: “I’m sorry, I’m angry at myself.” If she hadn’t been careless and underestimated the enemy, if she hadn’t been lost in thought, Mo Xiuyao wouldn’t have been injured at all. After so many years of peaceful living, her vigilance had deteriorated to such an extent – if this had been on the battlefield of the past, it would have been enough for her, Ye Li, to die seventeen or eighteen times over.

The doctor indeed arrived quickly, as he had been carried by his collar. This doctor was quite brave – despite being carried at high speed for the entire journey, once set down he could still examine Mo Xiuyao’s injury with an unchanged expression. After examining the wound and studying the sleeve arrow Ye Li had brought back for a while, the doctor finally spoke: “Either this old one uses a knife to cut open the wound and remove the arrow, or… we push it in further and take it out from the chest. Which would you prefer…?”

“The latter option.”

“Take it out from the front.”

Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao spoke simultaneously, then looked at each other. Ye Li casually moved her gaze away and asked: “Doctor, what do you think?” The doctor nodded with satisfaction: “Both of your choices are wise. While this method of arrow removal seems painful, it’s only painful for a moment. Using a knife to slowly cut open the flesh would be a slow grinding process, and healing would also be slow.”

“Doctor, you seem very skilled with such arrow wounds?” Ye Li asked while supporting Mo Xiuyao, watching the doctor make preparations with practiced ease.

The doctor answered without looking up: “This old one was a military physician.”

“I see.”

She watched as the doctor cleaned the arrow shaft, then mercilessly gripped it and pushed forward. Mo Xiuyao’s body instantly tensed, one hand tightly gripping Ye Li’s arm. Ye Li silently supported him, watching as the doctor slipped a sturdy strap over the now-exposed barbed arrowhead and pulled hard. Blood sprayed out as the entire sleeve arrow immediately left Mo Xiuyao’s chest. The doctor took the strong alcohol handed to him, cleaned the wound thoroughly, then skillfully applied medicine and bandaged it with a white cloth. Finally raising his head and wiping sweat from his brow, he said: “Done. No vital spots or bones were hit. Change the dressing once a day and let it heal properly, it will be fine.”

Ye Li looked at the water basin beside them, now dyed red with blood, and the pile of bloodied gauze on the ground, asking: “Does he need to take any medicine? Something for blood replenishment perhaps?”

The doctor dismissively pursed his lips: “The Prince is still young with a strong constitution, he’ll heal fine with rest. If the Princess is worried, you can make some Si Wu Tang, Danggui Blood Tonic Soup, or Red Date Soup.” Watching the doctor leave some external medicine and swagger away with his medicine box, Ye Li felt slightly embarrassed – why did she feel like those soups the doctor mentioned were meant for women? This doctor… had quite the personality.

Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly: “He’s our manor’s dedicated physician. He was previously Black Cloud Cavalry’s military doctor.”

With Mo Xiuyao injured, Madam Wen wanted them to stay at Wuyue Temple to recover before returning to the capital, but Mo Xiuyao refused. Ye Li didn’t object either. Since the assassins dared to openly attempt to kill Mo Xiuyao near the capital, they certainly wouldn’t give up after one failure. Since Madam Wen had already decided to distance herself from worldly affairs, their staying here would only bring her unnecessary danger. After Prince Ding Manor’s hidden guards arrived, Mo Xiuyao left some guards to protect Madam Wen and then took Ye Li back to the capital.

The Prince of Ding being seriously injured near the capital was naturally no small matter, but Mo Xiuyao seemed to have ordered this news suppressed. After they returned to the capital, the nobles there appeared unaware of Mo Xiuyao’s injury. In any case, Mo Xiuyao didn’t need to attend court daily like others, so he stayed home to recover. However, one matter left both of them rather helpless – as soon as they returned to the manor, Granny Sun, using the excuse that the Prince’s injury needed close care, directly had Mo Xiuyao sent to Ye Li’s courtyard. Granny Lin, Granny Wei, and Butler Mo were naturally pleased to see this, eagerly directing servants to move Mo Xiuyao’s belongings into the new room. Their excitement made them seem to have completely forgotten that their master had just been seriously injured in an assassination attempt.

Due to the united efforts of the entire household, Ye Li had to take on the task of changing Mo Xiuyao’s bandages daily. Even though Ye Li had once been a soldier who had faced life and death, seeing Mo Xiuyao’s scars still shocked her. Just the knife wounds on his chest and back, along with various other scattered injuries, made it difficult to connect this body with Mo Xiuyao’s image as a refined gentleman. Ye Li finally understood somewhat what Mo Xiuyao meant by “if not dead then fine.” To survive such serious injuries must have meant experiencing near-death situations unimaginable to ordinary people. Every time she applied medicine and saw this man calmly smiling at her, Ye Li’s heart couldn’t help but ache slightly. However, she wasn’t one to dwell on things, and quickly attributed these strange emotions to the fact that Mo Xiuyao was injured because of her, promptly throwing herself into the process of making amends and corrections.

Ye Li refused Mo Xiuyao’s previous suggestion to hire an excellent swordsmanship teacher for her and instead devoted all her time outside of managing household affairs and caring for Mo Xiuyao to the manor’s secret training ground. She very specifically trained her strength and speed. At the same time, she also practiced certain internal martial arts that Mo Xiuyao recommended, though Ye Li knew that internal cultivation wasn’t something that could be achieved overnight. As for the legends about internal power at its strongest being able to split mountains and crack stones, Ye Li didn’t understand: why would she need to split mountains and crack stones with her hands? If she could return to her peak condition, she could break someone’s bones with one punch even without internal power. What satisfied Ye Li was that this body had very good potential. In Mo Xiuyao’s words, it could be considered good material for martial arts training.

Therefore, Ye Li spent most of her day in the training ground. She had made quite a few changes to the manor’s training ground. Fortunately, since only she and Mo Xiuyao used it, Mo Xiuyao didn’t interfere with how she modified it or how she practiced. He would occasionally come to watch her training when he had nothing else to do. Instead, it was A Jin who couldn’t forget about it after seeing Ye Li’s fighting skills. Every time he followed Mo Xiuyao, he would stare with blinking eyes at Ye Li Qing Shuang, and Qing Luan who trained with her, just short of begging the Princess to take him as a disciple.

Mo Xiuyao also came from a military background and initially didn’t see much benefit in Ye Li’s training, but as days passed, he began to understand its merits. Seeing A Jin’s pitiful expression as he repeatedly gazed at the three graceful figures in the training ground, Mo Xiuyao couldn’t help but speak up on his behalf. Hearing this, Ye Li just smiled and said: “I’m only doing recovery training now, focusing mainly on building strength, speed, and endurance. There’s no real secret to it. It’s just that A Jin spends all day by your side and doesn’t have much time.” The words “recovery training” made Mo Xiuyao raise his eyebrows slightly, smiling faintly: “Does A Li think this kind of training will later help against martial arts masters?”

Ye Li shrugged helplessly, taking the handkerchief Mo Xiuyao handed her to wipe her sweat: “Everything has its strengths and weaknesses. My method’s main advantage is that it takes less time, and doesn’t have such high requirements for natural talent and comprehension. Take the internal martial arts manual you gave me – not considering talent and comprehension, even if I practiced ten hours a day, how long would it take to show results?”

Mo Xiuyao appeared thoughtful, and Ye Li looked at him with a smile: “My training, though it won’t produce martial arts masters who can leap across rooftops, can bring a healthy person’s physical condition to its peak within a year at most. With targeted training in various skills… even martial arts masters only have one life.” Mo Xiuyao understood – many people were physically fit, but few became martial arts masters. So not every fit person could become a master, and Ye Li intended to take a different path, bypassing internal martial arts to create a different kind of strength.

“A Li’s ideas are unique. I look forward to seeing your results,” Mo Xiuyao smiled.

“Thank you,” Ye Li replied. She didn’t mind revealing some things to Mo Xiuyao, because only he could provide what she needed.

Entirely, the only two who were dissatisfied with Ye Li’s martial arts obsession were Granny Lin and Granny Wei. The two grannies couldn’t understand why the originally elegant and graceful young lady had become so interested in weapons after marrying into the Prince Ding Manor. They even tried to persuade Ye Li indirectly that women should prioritize gentleness, saying too much fierceness would make the Prince dislike her and such. Their nagging made Ye Li want to turn and run at the mere sight of them. Mo Xiuyao just watched the situation with amusement, not saying anything and letting Ye Li endure the grannies’ bombardment.

“Your Highness, Princess, the Li Prince Manor has sent an invitation.” Butler Mo personally delivered a red invitation card decorated with golden dragons and phoenixes. Ye Li took it with raised eyebrows: “Prince Li is welcoming Princess Lingyun as his consort?”

Butler Mo, aware that the current Princess Li was their own Princess’s younger sister, explained: “The invitation from Prince Li’s manor says they’re welcoming Princess Lingyun as Peace Consort.”

These days, because of Mo Xiuyao’s injury and Ye Li’s busy affairs, she hadn’t paid attention to matters unrelated to her. Ye Li had almost forgotten about Princess Lingyun and Princess Qixia’s marriages, and asked curiously: “Then… has Princess Qixia entered the palace?” Butler Mo reported: “Princess Qixia currently still resides at Princess Imperial Zhaoyang’s manor. It seems His Majesty and the Empress Dowager intend to choose an auspicious day in August to welcome Princess Qixia into the palace. However, her title has already been granted – His Majesty has bestowed upon Princess Qixia the title of Consort Xia. As for Princess Lingyun, because the Crown Prince of Zhengnan needs to hurry back to Xiling, the wedding is being held somewhat hastily.” What Butler Mo didn’t say was that although she would be a Peace Consort, a Peace Consort was different from a Principal Consort, naturally not requiring as much preparation as a Principal Consort would.

“When is the wedding banquet?” Mo Xiuyao asked.

“Three days from now.”

Mo Xiuyao nodded, saying: “I see. Butler, please prepare a wedding gift on behalf of myself and the Princess.”

Butler Mo hesitated: “Does Your Highness mean to attend the wedding? Your Highness was just recently attacked; going out to attend a wedding makes one somewhat worried.” Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly: “We can’t stay home for such a small matter, can we? To make the preparations.”

“Yes.” Butler Mo quickly responded and left. He not only had to prepare Prince Li’s wedding gift but also carefully arrange the guards and hidden guards around the Prince and Princess, ensuring absolutely nothing could go wrong.

Watching Butler Mo hurry away, Ye Li sighed helplessly and looked at Mo Xiuyao: “I don’t know why, but I feel like our peaceful days are about to end?” Mo Xiuyao raised an eyebrow, asking: “Do you like peaceful days?” Ye Li nodded, preferring calm and tranquility, hoping to live smoothly until old age, then lie in bed and pass away naturally without regrets.

Mo Xiuyao shook his head, “If so, why practice martial arts?” Mo Xiuyao always felt Ye Li was an extremely contradictory person. Although she presented herself as elegant and gentle like a noble lady, from the beginning her impression was different from ordinary noble ladies. Sometimes she seemed even more like a general’s daughter than Murong Ting. The occasional sharp glint in her eyes was not something an ordinary woman could display.

Ye Li sighed: “Just consider it as me being prepared while living in peace.” No matter how much she told herself she wanted to live peacefully like a noble lady, Ye Li knew clearly that it was impossible for her to completely hand over control of her life to others like Madam Wen. She could yield to her father’s differential treatment, could yield to all the complicated etiquette she wasn’t used to, and could even yield regarding her marriage. But she could never yield on the essence of who Ye Li was. She could never truly become a weak woman who knew nothing and relied on others for everything, not even having the ability to protect herself. Many things she prepared for she might never use in her lifetime, but she would rather keep them forever than find herself needing them one day only to discover she didn’t have them.

“If A Li doesn’t like those trivial external matters, you don’t need to deal with them,” Mo Xiuyao said. “There will be people below to handle those things, moreover… Prince Ding Manor doesn’t need too many social interactions.”

Ye Li understood – Prince Ding Manor’s dormancy for so many years had suited that person in the palace perfectly. These years of gradually suppressing Prince Ding Manor’s prestige in Da Chu meant that if she, the newly appointed Princess Ding, became too active now, it would only make the Emperor wary. Thinking of this, a sudden realization flashed through Ye Li’s mind, and she abruptly looked up at Mo Xiuyao: “Why did Nanzhao and Xiling suddenly arrange marriages with Da Chu? The reason previously given to Princess Lingyun was just to fool children. Xiling and Da Chu seem destined to be archenemies – when Xiling suffered disaster, it was already good enough that Da Chu didn’t take advantage to attack, how could it be resolved by merely sending a princess for marriage?”

Mo Xiuyao’s eyes flickered slightly as he said quietly: “Nanzhao was just incidental; it was Xiling who truly wanted to ally through marriage with Da Chu.”

Ye Li lowered her gaze, feeling her thoughts racing but unable to grasp any thread for a moment. After quite a while, she looked up and asked: “If Da Chu goes to war again, what will happen to Prince Ding Manor?”

Mo Xiuyao froze, a barely noticeable trace of sadness passing through his eyes, and after a long while said heavily: “Prince Ding Manor no longer has anyone capable of going to war. Within five years, Prince Ding Manor’s hundred years of prestige will inevitably fade away. People are always forgetful – even though Prince Ding Manor once protected Da Chu for over a hundred years, even though they were seen as war gods in their eyes, once war breaks out again and Prince Ding Manor is powerless to help, they will no longer remember the past glory but will only remember their incompetence. However… Prince Ding Manor cannot blame them, because they are not wrong.”

“The Northern Rong…” In the study, after a long silence, Ye Li’s voice finally rang out softly. Looking at Mo Xiuyao’s expressionless face, she sighed quietly: “Wouldn’t it be better if the world was peaceful and everyone could live quietly? Why drag the common people into merciless warfare for completely unnecessary reasons?” Ye Li felt she could never understand the thinking of those in power.

Ye Li suddenly felt this man was pitiful. He should have been full of spirit, pointing to the rivers and mountains with romantic flair like his ancestors. Instead, he had to shoulder the burden of averting disaster as a youth when his elder brother suddenly passed away. By the age of eighteen, he had already given everything he could just to maintain Prince Ding Manor’s century-old prestige. After losing his healthy body and handsome features, he still had to carefully face scrutiny and scheming from all sides, along with assassinations that could come at any time. As intelligent as he was, he had probably long seen Prince Ding Manor’s future, but he neither would nor could admit defeat.

“Can we… retreat?” Ye Li asked, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted her naivety. Throughout history, how many with great military achievements could retreat completely?

Mo Xiuyao said quietly: “Mo Xiuyao could retreat, but where would the eight hundred thousand Mo family troops and fifty thousand Black Cloud Cavalry go?”

Ye Li fell silent. The Mo family people, as clever as the former Regent Mo Liufang and even the previous generations of Mo family masters, weren’t dumber than her. The few masters of Prince Ding Manor could certainly leave – the world was vast, so where couldn’t they go? But the hundreds of thousands of troops loyal to the Mo family and Prince Ding Manor weren’t so easy to move. When Da Chu was in trouble, they needed them, but once the empire was pacified, each of them became a thorn in the emperor’s side. Once Prince Ding Manor’s masters left, their best outcome would be being dispersed and suppressed, while the worst outcome no one dared to imagine. Hundreds of thousands of troops, in the emperor’s eyes, were sometimes worth less than a piece on his game board.

“If the Northern Rong reignites the flames of war, what do you plan to do?” Ye Li asked.

Mo Xiuyao looked at her, saying calmly: “Lead troops into battle. A Li, at that time I will send you to Yunzhou. With Master Qingyun there, no one would dare harm you, and if I… the royal family would be even less likely to move against you.”

Ye Li frowned, suddenly feeling something absurd – they had been discussing Prince Li’s marriage to a Peace Consort, how had they suddenly jumped to such matters? These were things that… things that didn’t even have a shadow of existence yet. But the vague unease in her heart told her that their previous conversation wasn’t just something she had imagined in a moment of confusion – even if she was confused, Mo Xiuyao wouldn’t be confused along with her.

Turning her face away to ignore Mo Xiuyao’s words, Ye Li casually changed the topic: “Prince Li is taking a Peace Consort, should I return to the Ye family for a visit?”

Before Ye Li could consider further, before noon a steward came to report that the Ye family’s Old Madam requested the Princess to return home, having matters to discuss.

Upon returning to the Ye manor, Ye Li was directly invited to Old Madam Ye’s courtyard. As soon as she stepped into Rongle Hall, she saw Ye Ying’s swollen eyes from crying and Madam Wang’s angry screams. Old Madam Ye and Minister Ye sat with equally gloomy expressions. Ye Li pursed her lips, somewhat understanding what was happening. “Grandmother, Father.”

“Ruier…” Old Madam Ye’s eyes brightened upon seeing Ye Li enter, quickly beckoning her forward. Ye Li’s mouth twitched slightly, silently thinking to herself. The old lady couldn’t possibly think she could do anything about an imperial marriage decree, could she? As Princess Ding, she couldn’t interfere even if Prince Li wanted to take a concubine, let alone marry a princess. “Ruier, you’ve finally come back. Look at your sister… Yinger’s fate is so bitter…”

Ye Li walked forward, glanced at Ye Ying who was sobbing in Madam Wang’s arms, and sat down beside Old Madam Ye: “What’s wrong with Fourth Sister?”

Old Madam Ye said anxiously: “Yinger has been married less than a month and Prince Li is already taking a Peace Consort. Where does this leave our Minister’s manor’s face? How can your sister live like this in the future?”

Ye Li nodded: “Just now our Prince also received an invitation from Prince Li’s manor. Why isn’t Fourth Sister at the prince’s manor managing affairs at this time, and instead running home?” Madam Wang glared, saying hatefully: “What are you saying?! Yinger is in such a state and you’re blaming her for coming home? Ye Li, are you even human? My lord, look…”

“Silence!” Old Madam Ye glared at Madam Wang and scolded: “Ruier is right. I’ve been talking to you about this for half the morning, but you’ve treated it as wind past your ears? Prince Li’s manor is currently preparing for a wedding, how will others view it if Yinger, the Principal Consort, isn’t there to take charge?” Madam Wang said dissatisfied: “Prince Li has wronged Yinger and yet she should manage his wedding affairs? Is there any justice in this?” Old Madam Ye laughed coldly: “His Majesty’s words are justice. You were present the night of the imperial marriage decree, why didn’t you come forward to resist the decree then? Stop giving Yinger such rotten advice.”

Ye Li’s mind was still turning over her earlier conversation with Mo Xiuyao – how could she be in the mood to listen to all this? She patiently advised Ye Ying a few times, but Ye Ying didn’t appreciate it. Holding back tears while clutching Madam Wang, she cried: “Father, it’s all your fault. Why did you insist I marry Prince Li back then… if not for that, how would your daughter suffer today’s humiliation… this should have been her…”

“Yinger!” Minister Ye growled in restraint, glaring at Ye Ying with a gloomy expression. His unprecedented dark expression made Ye Ying shrink back into Madam Wang’s embrace, sobbing with grievance. Ye Li silently lowered her gaze, imperceptibly concealing the fluctuation in her eyes. So Ye Ying’s initial involvement with Mo Jingli wasn’t her idea? Then… what did it mean for her father to have one daughter seduce another daughter’s fiancé?

“Enough, what use is there in discussing these things now that matters have come to this?” Minister Ye waved his hand impatiently, looking to Ye Li: “Ruier, what do you think about this?”

Ye Li concealed her inner questions, raising her head to say calmly: “Imperial orders are difficult to defy, especially concerning diplomatic relations between two countries. I’m afraid there’s no room for negotiation in this matter.”

Minister Ye frowned: “Are we just going to let this be? If it were someone of lower status that would be one thing, but this is a princess of Xiling.”

Ye Li smiled faintly: “It’s precisely because she’s a Xiling princess that we needn’t worry, isn’t that right? Father.”

Minister Ye pondered for a moment before his brow gradually smoothed, saying: “Indeed, Prince Li’s future heir absolutely cannot have Xiling royal blood. Moreover, after the scene the Xiling princess made in the palace that day, Prince Li probably harbors some misgivings about her. As long as Yinger can maintain control of power within the manor, there’s no need to worry about a princess sent for diplomatic marriage.”

“For Fourth Sister to establish herself in the manor, she probably needs to start with Worthy Consort Dowager Zhao,” Ye Li said softly.

“What?” Ye Ying couldn’t help but shriek: “That old woman has always disliked me, and you want me to flatter her? She’s always trying to find ways to torment me! I…”

Ye Li frowned, interrupting her: “Worthy Consort Dowager Zhao is Prince Li’s aunt and the Empress Dowager’s sister. If you don’t want to curry favor with her, plenty of others do. Besides, I’m not telling you to flatter her – you just need to give her nothing to find fault with, and better yet, make her feel you’re a satisfactory princess. Worthy Consort Dowager Zhao has been in the palace for decades; how could she be easily flattered? I fear trying and failing would only make things worse, like trying to draw a tiger but ending up with a dog.”

Ye Ying said hatefully: “Ever since our wedding, she’s been picking on everything I do. Nothing I do is right in her eyes! How can I satisfy her?”

“When she finds fault with you, just endure it. Take time to learn from your Grandmother about how to be a good helper to your husband. You’re the Consort’s sister, the Minister’s daughter, holding the position of Principal Consort. Your advantages far outweigh those of Princess Lingyun, a princess married from another country. If you can’t manage even this, then just pack up and come back to the Minister’s manor. I believe Father and Madam wouldn’t mind supporting you for life.”

“You!” Ye Ying instantly forgot her grievances and worries, her small face flushing red as she glared at Ye Li with eyes blazing like fire. She laughed coldly and retorted: “Indeed if you didn’t know how to endure, you’d have run crying back to the Minister’s manor by now. No… if I were you, I would have just hanged myself before the wedding.” Ye Li couldn’t be bothered to argue with her, calmly putting down her teacup and glancing at her: “Rather than wasting energy being angry with me, you’d be better off returning to do what you should be doing.”

Ye Ying wanted to retort, but Old Madam Ye slapped the table: “Yinger, have you had enough? Learn well from your Third Sister – look at what you’ve become!”

Ye Ying froze, remembering her situation, and couldn’t help but burst into tears again, sobbing while wiping her eyes: “What have I become? Who made me like this? Right now in the capital, who knows how many people are secretly laughing at me, wuu wuu… how could the Prince treat me like this… what did I do wrong?”

Old Madam Ye’s temples throbbed from her crying, saying irritably: “Enough, what use is crying? All you know how to do is cry – you’re married now, do you still think you’re at home where everything goes your way? Someone come, send people to invite Prince Li to take Fourth Miss back.”

“Grandmother.”

Ye Li stopped her: “Since Fourth Sister has come home, let her stay a while longer. Prince Li should come personally to fetch her. If we send people to invite Prince Li now, we’d be losing the upper hand.”

Minister Ye looked at Ye Li with approval: “Mother, Ruier makes sense.”

Old Madam Ye pressed her temples and sighed: “She’s about to drive me confused.”

“Old Madam, Master, Madam, Prince Li has arrived,” the steward reported from outside.

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