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Chapter 97 The Marquis of Anyang's Mansion is the Real Sufferer

After the chaos was quelled, Prince Yong found a midwife, who then harbored evil intentions.

She thought that her daughter was born to suffer, but if she could become a princess of the Yongwang Mansion, she would surely enjoy wealth and honor in the future.

Driven by greed and selfishness, she became obsessed and secretly swapped her daughter with the young princess of the Yong Prince's mansion.

It was handed over to Prince Yong, and that child was Lin Xingyao.

And so, she became the young princess of the Yong Prince's Mansion, while the true bloodline of the Yong Prince's Mansion died before the age of five.

Years later, Lin Xingyao grew up and blossomed into a beautiful young woman, deeply loved by Prince Yong and his wife.

The midwife found her and told her the whole truth, which was just as Wei Qiming happened to witness...

Everything began to spiral out of control.

Wei Qiming drugged her, took advantage of her virginity, and then used it to blackmail her...

Princess Yong was extremely anxious when she saw her daughter crying incessantly, but she knew that she could not force her any further at this moment.

She gently patted Lin Xingyao's back, trying to calm her daughter down.

"Alright, alright, don't cry. It was your mother's fault for asking you that." Princess Yong coaxed gently, but her voice trembled slightly.

The most urgent task at hand is to stabilize the situation and seek justice for Yao'er.

Upon receiving the news, Lin Jingchuan hurriedly mounted his horse and galloped away, the dust kicked up by his hooves lingering behind him for a long time.

Along the way, listening to the people's discussions, he became increasingly anxious, and the anger in his heart burned ever brighter.

At the gate of Prince Yong's mansion, Lin Jingchuan dismounted, threw his riding whip to the gatekeeper's servant, and rushed straight into the inner courtyard.

“Mother…” His voice trembled slightly with anxiety and anger.

"Shh, keep your voice down," Princess Yong gently closed the door, her face full of exhaustion and worry. "Yao'er cried for a long time and just took some calming medicine and went to sleep."

Lin Jingchuan looked through the crack in the window and saw his sister lying on the bed, her face pale and her tear stains still wet. His eyes instantly reddened, and it seemed as if fire was about to shoot out from his eyes.

He turned to leave, gritting his teeth as he said, "I'm going to kill him."

"Come back!" Upon seeing this, Princess Yong ran a few steps to stop him. She grabbed Lin Jingchuan's arm tightly. "He is, after all, the Empress's brother. How can you so brazenly kill someone? Don't you want your head?"

"Are we just going to let this go? He did such a beastly thing to Yao'er, how can I swallow this insult!"

Lin Jingchuan's chest heaved violently, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Your father has already entered the palace, and he will not let this matter rest." Princess Yong said softly while trying to comfort Lin Jingchuan, but her eyes also flashed with anger.

imperial study room

Prince Yong staggered in, his face filled with grief, and he cried as he rushed in.

"Your Majesty, you must do justice for this old minister!"

His voice trembled, echoing in the empty palace.

The emperor sat upright on the dragon throne, his face so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

There was another person standing inside the room. When Marquis Anyang saw him, his face turned as cold as ice, and he exuded an undisguised anger.

Upon seeing this, Prince Yong abruptly stopped, his expression instantly becoming complex.

His own daughter was pitiful, which broke his heart, but the Marquis of Anyang's family was also a victim.

This incident truly cemented the reputation of the Marquis of Anyang as a cuckold.

At this moment, Prince Yong stood in this palace, facing Marquis Anyang, feeling a thousand words stuck in his throat, not knowing where to begin.

Marquis Anyang glanced sideways at Prince Yong, then snorted coldly, "Hmph! The Marquis Anyang's mansion has now become the biggest joke in the capital! If I had known this would happen, I would never have agreed to this marriage!"

Upon hearing this, Prince Yong's lips trembled as he tried to explain, but in the end he simply turned his face away, his knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the ground with a thud.

“Your Majesty, Yao’er is someone you’ve watched grow up,” Prince Yong raised his head, his face streaked with tears and his eyes filled with pleading. “She was well-behaved and sensible from a young age, but now she’s been defiled by that Wei Qiming. How can this old minister swallow this insult!”

His voice was choked with sobs, sounding especially desolate in the silent palace.

Duke Wei strode hurriedly into the imperial study with heavy, rapid steps. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his expression was full of anxiety and unease.

Upon entering the study, he knelt down before the Emperor with a thud and crawled a few steps on his knees.

The Emperor snorted coldly, "The people have all arrived."

The entire capital was in an uproar over this scandalous affair; how could the emperor not know about it?

These old fogies actually want him, the emperor, to handle these trivial matters for them.

A young eunuch hurried in, knelt on the ground, and said, "Your Majesty..."

The Emperor, already in a state of great agitation, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, snapped impatiently, "Can't you see I'm busy? Speak quickly what you have to say!"

The little eunuch trembled with fear and hurriedly came in, head down, not daring to breathe.

"Your Majesty, the Empress is kneeling outside the palace gates right now, pleading for mercy, saying it's because of... because of the Wei family's young master."

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Study fell into an instant silence.

The Duke of Wei, who had been hanging his head, suddenly raised it, a complex expression flashing in his eyes—surprise, expectation, and deep worry.

Prince Yong and Marquis Anyang exchanged a glance, their faces revealing unreadable expressions.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor's face turned ashen, veins bulged on his forehead, and his chest heaved violently, clearly enraged by the Empress's actions.

"Let her go!"

The emperor practically roared the order, his voice so loud that the air in the study seemed to tremble.

It sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

Upon seeing this scene, the Duke of Wei felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight up to his heart.

His already uneasy heart felt even more gripped by an invisible hand.

He knew that the Emperor usually treated the Empress with great respect, but now the Emperor was furious and didn't even care about the Empress's dignity.

This made the Duke of Wei even more uneasy; the Emperor was probably going to really punish his son severely for the crime he had committed.

"Your Majesty, this old minister is guilty!" The Duke of Wei's voice trembled, filled with deep fear.

“My son Wei Qiming has committed such an outrageous act, disgracing the royal family and harming the Marquis of Anyang and the Prince of Yong’s residence. This old minister has failed in his duty to educate his son and deserves to die!”

After saying that, he kept banging his head on the ground, and the thumping sound was annoying.

Now you know you regret it? What were you doing before?

If he hadn't spoiled his son so much, he wouldn't have ruined him and caused such a terrible disaster.

Upon hearing the Duke of Wei mention Wei Qiming, Prince Yong's bloodshot eyes blazed with fury; he wished he could wipe out the entire Wei family...