frightfiction Chapter 16 Why stoop so low as to be someone's concubine?
Chapter 16 Why stoop so low as to be someone's concubine?
Qinghe's hand trembled, causing the hairpin to tilt, and Su Mowan gasped in pain.
"This servant deserves to die! This servant deserves to die!" Qinghe hurriedly took off her hairpin and kowtowed repeatedly.
"You deserve to die! Gossiping behind people's backs is one thing, but you can't even do something as simple as combing your hair properly. How have you managed to stay in this household all this time?"
Shen Muyue swaggered in and found a chair to sit down.
Su Mowan glanced at Shen Muyue, waved to Qinghe behind her, and laughed, "What's the panic? Consort Shen won't eat anyone, look how scared you are."
Shen Muyue's smug expression froze instantly.
"Su Mowan, how dare you—"
"What do I dare to do? First thing in the morning, Consort Shen isn't in her own courtyard, nor is she going to the Prince's place to be affectionate. Why is she coming here to vent her anger? Perhaps the Prince ignored you?"
"You bitch! How do you know the Prince won't see me? Did you bribe Feng Yue to keep me out?" Shen Muyue trembled with rage.
Su Mowan toyed with the hairpin she had just taken from her hair, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
"I bribed Feng Yue? Consort Shen, please be careful what you say. If I had that ability, why would I have fallen so low as to be someone's concubine? We're truly in the same boat."
"Who are you calling a 'little one'!" Shen Muyue suddenly stood up, pointing at Su Mowan and shouting angrily.
Su Mowan gave a cold laugh.
"Why is Consort Shen so agitated? There was no wedding ceremony, no nuptial wine, and even her wedding dress was limited to crimson. What is this if not a sign of leniency? Does Consort Shen think she is the Prince's lawfully wedded wife?"
Shen Muyue was furious, her chest heaving: "You're the concubine! The position of the legal wife will be mine sooner or later!"
Su Mowan raised an eyebrow and smiled, her tone laced with sarcasm: "Oh? Does Consort Shen have some grievance against the Prince?"
"You—"
"Miss, be careful what you say!" Caiwei hurriedly whispered a reminder.
Seeing the situation was turning bad, Caihong quickly advised, "Miss, it's getting late. We need to hurry back to get ready! We can't keep the Prince waiting!"
Shen Muyue gritted her teeth, suppressing her anger, and glared fiercely at Qinghe.
"Su Mowan, keep a close eye on your maid! Don't give me any leverage over her, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Consort Shen should mind her own business first." Su Mowan gestured for her to leave.
"You! Hmph! Let's go!"
After the three of them, mistress and servant, had walked away, Qinghe said tremblingly, "Consort Su, are you alright? I was careless just now, and Consort Shen overheard me..."
Su Mowan smiled and waved her hand: "It's alright, don't be afraid. To deal with someone like Shen Muyue, you have to be more assertive than her, and she'll definitely give in."
Yinshuang, standing to the side, said calmly, "Consort Su, Consort Shen is no pushover. You'd better be careful to avoid getting into trouble."
Su Mowan turned around in surprise. Had the sun risen in the west? Yin Shuang, who was usually so aloof, actually spoke up.
After she finished dressing up, a maid from Fenghua Palace came to tell her that the prince was waiting at the gate of the mansion.
Su Mowan got up, straightened her skirt, and set off with Qinghe and Yinshuang.
On the way, Qinghe kept asking her if she could walk, almost wearing down Su Mowan's thick skin.
Upon arriving at the main gate, they indeed saw Murong Jing waiting in a wheelchair.
Feng Yuehou stood to one side, with three luxurious carriages parked behind him.
When Murong Jing saw her appear, he swept his eyes over her like knives, clearly displeased with what he saw.
He said coldly, "After all this time, this is all you've managed to come up with?"