Chapter 11 The Evil of the World
Zheng Haoyuan followed Zheng Nianru's gaze, indeed looking towards Talented Lady Jing's direction with a fierce glare.
"When my cousin lives here, why are you all appearing here?" Zheng Haoyuan coldly eyed the women, who were scattered and cowering, each only able to weep.
"Your Highness, these are Consort Liang and Consort Jing from Jingqi Pavilion." Eunuch Ho Sheng came forward with a headache, quietly reminding him. Other concubines might be overlooked, but these two often appeared before His Majesty, and were quite influential. As for why they were here, since the Commandery Princess said so, he could not intervene.
"Cousin, do you want me to kill them?" Zheng Haoyuan tilted his head and asked. Although he was young, he still understood human speech, and this cousin seemed different from the others.
Zheng Nianru thought seriously, and with her nature, she wanted to kill. Now, having lived another life, Zheng Nianru still felt it was simpler and more straightforward to kill directly.
"Fu Gong—" Just as Zheng Nianru was about to speak, a familiar voice came from behind. Although brief, it was like a spring breeze dispersing the severe cold of the whole garden. Zheng Nianru even saw a glint of hope on the faces of Liang Qingyue and Talented Lady Jing.
"Crown Prince—"
"Crown Prince—" The respectful voice seemed to come from the heart, and even those eunuchs treated as less than human on the ground felt as if they had snatched back their lives from the gates of hell, tense and trembling.
Zheng Nianru turned around, without bowing, the person before her dressed in deep blue robes with silver-grey edging and delicate cloud patterns cascading from the collar, bound by light blue and light grey belts at the waist.
Zheng Congyuan stood tall, his figure sculpted-like, capable of resembling a painting even just by standing still. No matter how many times Zheng Nianru saw him, it was never enough; each time felt as fresh as her first memory of seeing Zheng Congyuan. Her memory overlaid reality—she could feel hatred, yet at that moment her hatred was baseless without any reason, and he could even personally come to her rescue.
Her father, Prince Duan, had also said that the Crown Prince was a ruler of rare benevolence who had matured on matters of state. In the recent years, his measures to nurture life and rest had significantly eased tensions, allowing Nanzheng State to catch its breath and even begin to thrive.