Chapter 5: The Harmless Princess of Beiyang vs. the Ruthless Prince of Beiyang Who Betrayed His Siblings, Part 5
Two days later, at the spring hunting banquet.
Xiao Zexuan deliberately got drunk to avoid hunting and was supported to rest in the Qingfeng Courtyard.
The crown prince’s plan was disrupted, but Wen Yurou paid him no mind—her focus was entirely on guarding against Wen Ruwei.
“Sister?”
Wen Yurou frowned and looked up to see Wen Ruwei standing before her, holding a translucent jade cup half-filled with the vividly colored imperial jade peach wine.
The same old trick?
Doesn’t she ever tire of it?
A cold smile curled on Wen Yurou’s lips, a glint of icy resolve flashing in her eyes. “Thank you for your kindness, little sister, but I’m unwell and truly cannot drink. My apologies.”
Wen Ruwei was displeased at being outright rejected. Now that she was the princess consort, she dared to show her disdain. Didn’t she realize who she was? If not for Wen Ruwei, how could Wen Yurou have become the princess consort of Beiyang?
Hatred flickered in Wen Ruwei’s eyes, but she quickly composed herself and feigned grievance. “Sister, the imperial jade peach wine is the royal brew—one sip grants longevity. Won’t you try at least a little?”
“Put it down first.”
Wen Yurou glanced at her coldly and resumed toying with her cup, clearly ignoring the offer.
Wen Ruwei bit her lip, furious at this woman’s attitude. Clenching her fists, she restrained herself from losing control.
Taking a deep breath, she forced a radiant smile. “Since you’re unwell, I won’t trouble you further.”
Wen Yurou continued to disregard her. The onlookers’ gazes made it difficult for Wen Ruwei to say more. She shot a venomous glare at Wen Yurou and sashayed away.
After only a few steps, a voice called out behind her.
“Wait.”
Wen Ruwei’s eyes brightened. She had feared Wen Yurou might not take the hint and that her plan would fail. Now it seemed her sister’s heart was still soft, remembering their bond.
She stopped and turned. “Sister, what is it?”
Wen Yurou picked up the wine jug, filled her cup, then lifted it toward Wen Ruwei. “I was lost in thought earlier. That was my fault. Don’t take it to heart. Consider this cup a token of apology.”
Behind her, Chunmei frowned. The princess consort was neglecting the crown prince’s orders? Refilled a discarded cup? Was there something wrong with the wine Wen Ruwei had brought?
Wen Ruwei was stunned. She had never expected Wen Yurou to apologize.
She had assumed it was all pretense or an opportunity to humiliate her, given how much she had been bullied by Wen Yurou.
Her heart raced with excitement as she quickly accepted the cup. “Thank you, sister.”
“You’re welcome.” Wen Yurou took a sip from her own cup.
Seeing this, Wen Ruwei sat nearby and drained her cup in one gulp. She had planned to mock Wen Yurou but, upon realizing she drank the wine Wen Ruwei herself had brought, she was secretly delighted.
Ha! Fool, you still fell into my trap!
Just as she was about to speak, dizziness washed over her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she slumped unconscious in her chair.
Watching Wen Ruwei collapse, Wen Yurou sneered coldly. “Foolish!”
At that moment, Lady Wen approached and demanded without preamble, “Yurou, what have you done to your sister?”
“Mother, she can’t handle her liquor. What does that have to do with me?” Wen Yurou produced a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped the wine stains from her fingers, then beckoned to Chunmei. “Chunmei, my sister is weak with drink. Please help her to her room. Thank you.”
Though puzzled, Chunmei obeyed.
As she stepped forward, Lady Wen stopped her. “No need. Now that you are the princess consort, I only hope you conduct yourself properly and do not disgrace the Beiyang Wang residence or the Wen family!”
Wen Yurou lifted her cup with a faint smile. “Mother, your words are just.”
Lady Wen was momentarily stunned by her daughter’s smile. Since Wen Ruwei came to the Wen household, when had she ever seen such a look?
She wanted to say more but found herself speechless. She helped Wen Ruwei up and left.
The setting sun cast a golden glow over the entire capital.
In the Qingfeng Courtyard, spring inner chamber, the side room.
“Ugh, mm…”
Wen Ruwei struggled to open her heavy eyelids, her throat burning fiercely, and her body aching as if crushed.
Blinking, she tried to recall what had happened.
She remembered Wen Yurou drinking the jade peach wine... and then, nothing.
Wen Ruwei propped herself up on the bed’s edge and found her clothes disheveled, with a faint sting in her chest.
Lowering her gaze, she was shocked to see her pale skin covered in bruises and bite marks, one conspicuous mark still bleeding faintly.
Stunned for a long moment, realization dawned, chilling her to the bone. Terror filled her eyes.
“What is going on?”
She had clearly seen Wen Yurou drink the drugged wine. Logically, Wen Yurou should be the one here, not her.
Why was this happening?
Wen Ruwei was utterly perplexed.
“Creak—”
The door opened. Wen Ruwei trembled, wary of whoever entered. “Who’s there?”
“Sister, so you’re here.”
“Mother, she’s here.”
Hearing the familiar voices, Wen Ruwei’s expression shifted. She was about to shout for them to stay out.
But the next moment, Wen Yurou entered with Lady Wen and others. The dim room suddenly lit up.
At Wen Ruwei’s feet lay a disheveled, corpulent man, the sheets rumpled and stained with various filth.
He was Liu Wenyu, the second son of the Marquis of Zhenxi, infamous for his debauchery. Spoiled by his parents, he had ruined many respectable women.
His cheeks flushed, breathing heavy—obviously they had just been entangled.
“Ahhhhh!”
Seeing this lewd scene, Wen Ruwei could no longer control herself and screamed hysterically, burying her face in her hands. Her screams pierced the night sky.
Her tears streamed through her fingers, her face pale with fear.
Her tears and snot mingled into a pitiful mess.
Wen Yurou stood nearby, her eyes filled with disgust.
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