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Chapter 363: Guar Jia Wen Yuan 47

Zhen Huan was not willing to comply. She shook off Su Peisheng's hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Eunuch Su, I beg you, please let me see the Emperor! I really have a huge grievance to complain about!"

Su Peisheng shook his head in embarrassment: "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's really that the emperor..."

"Eunuch Su, who is making the noise outside?"

Before Su Peisheng finished speaking, a charming voice came from the palace, with a hint of laziness and impatience. Then, the bright yellow pearl curtain was slowly opened by a delicate jade hand, revealing the gorgeous face of the imperial concubine.

Today, she was wearing a pomegranate red satin dress with hundreds of golden butterflies and a red ruby-embellished hairpin, which swayed gently as she walked, making her skin look even whiter than snow and more beautiful.

"Oh, isn't this Zhen Huan?" Wen Yuan glanced at Zhen Huan with a sarcastic smile on her lips.

"Why are you dressed like this? If you don't know, you might think you are a servant girl in some palace!"

When Zhen Huan saw Wen Yuan, she was immediately furious.

She suppressed the hatred in her heart and said through gnashing teeth: "Guarjia Wenyuan, don't be so proud! I am what I am today, all thanks to you!"

Wen Yuan giggled as if she had heard something funny. "Zhen Huan, please don't talk nonsense! You made a mistake, and the emperor wants to punish you. What does it have to do with me? Besides, what do I want now? You are so miserable, it's really pitiful!"

"You!" Zhen Huan was so angry that she was shaking all over, but she was unable to refute.

Seeing her like this, Wen Yuan felt even more proud.

When Yinzhen heard Wen Yuan's voice, his heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself, "Oh no!" Why did this little ancestor go out?

He quickly lifted the curtain and saw Zhen Huan kneeling on the ground and Wen Yuan with a proud look on her face.

"Aiyuan'er, why did you come out?" Yinzhen walked quickly to Wenyuan and helped her to a chair beside him with his own hands. His tone was so gentle that water could drip out.

Wen Yuan glanced at Zhen Huan and said with a casual disdain, "Your Majesty, I just heard someone was making a noise outside the Yangxin Palace, disturbing Your Majesty's peace, so I came to see who was so bold."

Yinzhen followed Wen Yuan's gaze and looked at Zhen Huan, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

This Zhen Huan really doesn't know the rules. She even dared to run out of the cold palace and came to the Yangxin Palace to cry and make a fuss. She really doesn't know what she is doing!

"Your Majesty..." Seeing that Yinzhen was finally willing to look at her, Zhen Huan felt as if she saw hope. She struggled to get up, but was held down by the guards beside her.

"How dare you!" Yinzhen shouted, "Who allowed you to get up?"

Zhen Huan was startled by Yinzhen's sudden anger. She trembled and couldn't help but burst into tears: "Your Majesty, I am innocent! My family has been wronged!"

Zhen Huan flinched at Yinzhen's anger, but she still held on, looking at him with tears in her eyes, trying to arouse his sympathy: "Your Majesty, my father and brother are all devoted to the country. It is impossible for them to hide banned books, let alone form a clique for personal gain! Your Majesty, you must believe me, believe them!"

"How dare you!" Yinzhen shouted angrily and kicked Zhen Huan on the shoulder, knocking her to the ground.

"How dare you mention your father and brother? They are corrupt and have formed cliques for personal gain. The evidence is irrefutable. Now they have been thrown into prison by me. You still dare to argue here! I think you will not give up until you cross the Yellow River!"

Wen Yuan sat aside, holding up the teacup gracefully, blowing gently on the floating tea leaves, with an unconcealable look of pride in her eyes and brows.

Zhen Huan groaned as Yinzhen kicked her, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. She covered her chest and curled up on the ground in pain, but still refused to give up. She stretched out her hand in the direction of Yinzhen and pleaded hoarsely: "Your Majesty... I beg you... For the sake of... For the sake of the unborn child... Please spare my family..."

Yinzhen seemed to have heard a funny joke. He stood up suddenly and looked down at Zhen Huan, his eyes full of disgust and ridicule.

"Zhen, you are now a commoner in the cold palace, not even as good as a palace maid. How dare you call yourself a concubine?!"

Yinzhen laughed in anger, his brows full of disgust. He waved away Zhen Huan's hand as if he had touched something dirty, and his disgust was evident.

Zhen Huan was pinned to the spot by this merciless humiliation, her face as pale as paper. She lay on the ground in a mess, tears mixed with blood all over her face, where was the pure and beautiful look she once had?

"Your Majesty..." Zhen Huan wanted to say something else, but Yinzhen didn't even look at her. He was just busy wiping the tea that accidentally splashed onto Wen Yuan's sleeve.

"Yuan'er is frightened." He gently took Wen Yuan into his arms, stroked her back, and coaxed her softly.

"They are just blind servants who ruined your fun."

Wen Yuan leaned in Yinzhen's arms and pouted coquettishly.

Yinzhen was the most susceptible to Wenyuan's tricks. Seeing her "angry", he quickly comforted her: "Aiyuan'er, you don't have to be angry for such a person. It's not worth it."

As he spoke, he looked down at Zhen Huan, who was lying on the ground like a stray dog. His eyes were as cold as if he was looking at a worthless item. "Someone, drag her away for me! Without my order, she is not allowed to step out of the cold palace!"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! I am innocent!" Zhen Huan's desperate cries echoed in the empty palace, but did not arouse any sympathy from Yinzhen.

"Your Majesty, it's so noisy..."

Wen Yuan's coquettish voice was like a thorn that pierced Zhen Huan's heart.

"Noisy?" Yinzhen raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhen Huan who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, with a trace of disgust in his eyes.

"I think she is tired of living. Come, slap her in the face!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two guards came forward, clamped Zhen Huan on the left and right, and slapped her mercilessly.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The crisp sound of slapping echoed in the empty hall. Zhen Huan's cheek swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. Blood oozed from the corners of her mouth, staining her clothes red.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Please spare me!" Zhen Huan cried incoherently, but this only earned her an even more impatient frown from Yinzhen.

A strong feeling of nausea surged into Wen Yuan's throat. She couldn't help but dry heave. Her stomach was churning, as if she wanted to vomit everything out.

After becoming pregnant, she became particularly sensitive to the smell of blood, not to mention the shocking scene on Zhen Huan's face.

Yinzhen's attention was drawn back by Wen Yuan's retching sound.

"What's wrong? Did this slave girl bump into you?" He patted Wen Yuan's back and asked softly, as if he was not the one who gave the order to slap Zhen Huan.