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TEWRAWTEC CH 43
by jj.ssasipscoffeeChapter 43: Involving the Innocent
Although Murong Zichen was extremely displeased that Yun Mingzhuo dared to point fingers and lecture him, he was still deeply concerned about Yun Mingzhuo’s safety—or more accurately, about the safety of the child in his womb.
Mo Hua’s feelings were even more complicated. He had always harbored feelings for Yun Mingzhuo, and now that Yun Mingzhuo knew he had taken the pregnancy pill, Mo Hua’s heart had suffered a great blow.
But the one most delighted by all this chaos was Qin Yansheng. Although Murong Zichen claimed he was merely using Yun Mingzhuo, every time Qin Yansheng saw how tenderly Murong Zichen cared for him, jealousy surged through his chest.
Even if Murong Zichen had promised that the child would one day call him “Father Consort,” the fact remained that the child was Yun Mingzhuo’s flesh and blood. As long as the child existed, the bond between Murong Zichen and Yun Mingzhuo would never be severed. Who knew—perhaps one day, he, Qin Yansheng, might even be replaced by a lowly eunuch!
With venom in his heart, Qin Yansheng secretly wished that the child would simply be lost. That way, His Majesty would no longer have any reason to care for that pair of father and child.
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When the imperial physician checked Yun Mingzhuo’s pulse and confirmed that both mother and child were safe, only then did Murong Zichen finally let out a breath of relief.
Although Murong Zichen tried his best to stop him, Yun Mingzhuo stubbornly insisted on seeing Mo Hua.
“With your condition, you’d be better off resting than summoning a mere guard,” Murong Zichen said coldly, his expression dark as ink.
Ever since regaining consciousness, Yun Mingzhuo hadn’t spared him a single glance. Instead, his eyes kept searching anxiously for Mo Hua.
“Your Majesty, why did you treat Mo Hua that way? What did he do wrong? He’s still so young—how could you destroy him like that? If you hate me, then take it out on me! Why must you involve the innocent?”
Yun Mingzhuo’s eyes were red with tears, his patience toward Murong Zichen nearly at its breaking point.
“You’re blaming me?” Murong Zichen’s tone grew sharp.
“I wouldn’t dare,” Yun Mingzhuo said through gritted teeth, though the words tasted bitter in his mouth.
How could he not blame him? But at the same time, he blamed himself—for his own foolishness that had led the innocent Mo Hua to suffer such cruelty.
“I am the favored son of Heaven. I do as I please. And you think you can show me attitude?” Murong Zichen’s eyes narrowed. Though Yun Mingzhuo hadn’t voiced his anger aloud, the look of grief and disappointment on his face was enough to make the Emperor furious.
Born into royalty, Murong Zichen had always been above all others. No one had ever dared to question his actions, much less show him displeasure.
Yun Mingzhuo said softly, “Yes, Your Majesty is Heaven’s chosen. No one dares to stop you. But even so, that doesn’t give you the right to harm others so easily.”
No one had ever told Murong Zichen whether what he did was right or wrong—not even his long-time favorite, Qin Yansheng. So when Yun Mingzhuo dared to scold him, his first reaction was rage.
Murong Zichen had expected Yun Mingzhuo to be upset, but he hadn’t expected him to talk back.
“How dare you, Consort Yun!” If not for Yun Mingzhuo’s pregnancy, Murong Zichen would have already slapped him. His voice dripped with venom as he snapped, “Whatever I choose to do is none of your concern!”
“Very well,” Yun Mingzhuo said, forcing a bitter smile. “Everything is my fault. Your Majesty is always right.” His voice carried a trace of mockery, for he knew that Murong Zichen would never feel even an ounce of guilt.
“Ridiculous!” Murong Zichen waved his sleeve harshly, suppressing the urge to strike Yun Mingzhuo.
Never in his life had anyone dared to rebuke or ridicule him like this. The fact that he hadn’t killed Yun Mingzhuo already was, in his mind, the greatest mercy he could offer.
“I only hope,” Yun Mingzhuo said hoarsely, “that your actions will not bring retribution upon the child. Your Majesty… please take care of yourself.”
(To be continued)