Chapter 77: Wrath: Zi Shang's Punishment
When Qing Mama saw how displeased Ye Jiuge was, she wondered if she’d provoked her mistress with her nagging. “Eldest Miss, did I say something wrong?” she asked.
“You did not.” Ye Jiuge shook her head. She feigned a worried expression as she said, “I was just thinking that it has been some time since we came back from the palace. However, Father still hasn’t sent anyone to ask me about it. I have no idea what the situation is right now. As you know, when I entered the palace this time, I offended the Empress. I’m afraid that Father won’t forgive me.”
“I will head to the main residence now and inquire,” Qing Mama responded in a worried tone.
There was a taut expression on her aged face. Even when nothing eventful was happening, Old Master still showed utter disdain for Eldest Miss. Now that Eldest Miss had upset the Empress and also associated herself with the Dongling Prince, it was highly probable that Old Master would want to skin Eldest Miss alive. She needed to ask around so that she could keep tabs on Old Master.
After Ye Jiuge ensured that Qing Mama had left, she walked into her room. As soon as she shut the doors, Zi Shang’s wicked, charismatic, feral, yet dignified voice rang out beside her ear, laced with a hint of coldness: “When I wasn’t around, Little Jiuge really became more daring.”
Then, she slid into the familiar embrace. A distinct fragrance, which belonged only to Zi Shang, filled her nose and alluded to a sense of coolness. Ye Jiuge realized that Zi Shang’s voice didn’t sound quite right. She turned around and asked, “What are you hinting at?”
“I warned you before not to leak information about the Heart of the Celestial Tree.”
This girl did not heed his advice. She’d even used the Heart of the Celestial Tree to save a human prince’s life. If he didn’t wake up in time to subdue the Celestial Tree’s aura, it was very likely that the old farts, who hid in the imperial palace, would instantly appear before her and eat her alive.
Ye Jiuge looked at Zi Shang’s cold, handsome face. His pupils, purple vertical slits, were wholly fixated on her, along with repressed anger. Under Zi Shang’s forceful stare, out of nowhere, she experienced a guilty conscience. It was as if she were being caught red-handed having an adulterous affair by her husband, who had returned unexpectedly from a trip.