Chapter 2002: Loyal Hound Guard (10)
Chapter 2002: Chapter 2002: Loyal Hound Guard (10)
"Miss Rou, Miss Rou... something terrible has happened!"Zhen Rou’s personal maid Huanhuan rushed into the Shuixin Pavilion, her face full of urgency, completely forgetting basic etiquette.
Zhen Rou was still lying on the bed, her face pale, looking as fragile as a delicate peony beaten by the rain.
"What’s the matter, why are you yelling? It’s so improper." Zhen Rou, annoyed by the disturbance, chastised Huanhuan.
Huanhuan took a breath: "Miss Rou... Yun Xiang, she..."
"What’s wrong with her?" Zhen Rou clearly didn’t care about Yun Xiang, asking indifferently.
Huanhuan: "Yun Xiang, she’s betrayed."
"What!"
Zhen Rou sat up suddenly, her face full of disbelief.
"How could she betray?"
Huanhuan continued: "Just now, I heard the news... Yun Xiang told Your Highness everything, and now His Highness is coming to Shuixin Pavilion."
Zhen Rou’s heart thundered; how could Yun Xiang betray?
She had clearly agreed with her...
Zhen Rou grabbed Huanhuan’s arm: "Did Yann Chuzheng see her?"
"No... no. I’ve been watching Jinxiu Pavilion, that one hasn’t come out, nor have her people seen Yun Xiang."
"Then why would she betray?" Zhen Rou gripped Huanhuan’s hand harder, her nails digging into the flesh.
Huanhuan, in pain, had tears welling up in her eyes but could only bear it and shake her head.
"His Highness has arrived—"
Upon hearing this voice, Zhen Rou suddenly released Huanhuan, turned urgently, and finally flipped the quilt, lying back on the bed, urgently giving Huanhuan two orders.
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When Changsun Hang came in with his people, he saw Huanhuan by the bedside, continuously shedding tears.
Changsun Hang felt a sudden tightness in his heart seeing this scene.
"What happened?"
"Your... Your Highness." Huanhuan jumped in fright, panic-stricken, and knelt to the ground.
"Miss Rou suddenly fell unconscious..."
Changsun Hang sat nervously by the bedside: "Have you called for a doctor?"
Huanhuan stammered in reply: "Called... called, but the doctor hasn’t arrived yet."
Changsun Hang touched Zhen Rou’s forehead, looking here and there, anxiousness displayed on his face, completely forgetting his original purpose of coming.
"The Prince’s Consort has arrived—"
Just as Changsun Hang was about to furiously ask why the doctor hadn’t arrived, a voice came from outside.
A woman in elegant palace clothing entered the door with her attendants, her exquisite features seemingly carved with meticulous care, each part just right in its beauty.