Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 1295 - Giving Birth to a Son

Chapter 1295: Giving Birth to a Son

At this moment Dongfang Wanqing quickly chided her, admonishing her, “Ruoli, His Majesty and the Empress’s history is none of your business. Stand down immediately.”

“Yes ma’am.”

With that, Dongfang Ruoli hurried away in embarrassment.

“Jiancheng, Ruoli is still young and just wants to protect you, so don’t blame her.” Dongfang Wanqing looked at Murong Jiancheng gently.

Murong Jiancheng remained silent before commenting, “Wanqing, you can stand down as well.”

Dongfang Wanqing froze slightly but recovered quickly and smiled. “Alright, Your Majesty. Don’t forget to dress your wound. I’ll take my leave first.”

Dongfang Wanqing left.

Murong Jiancheng lowered his eyes to look at the divorce papers again. Looking at them made his chest hurt.

Ruoli wasn’t wrong.

Yuewu was overly arrogant and willful. She had snatched him away when she desired him and now that she didn’t love him anymore, she was kicking him to the curb.

He might as well sign this and get it over and done with. He should just divorce her.

It would be the easy thing to do.

But why was it so hard?

When he thought back to the early days of their marriage, his chest throbbed. Back then she had looked at him with those bright eyes, eagerly seeking his attention at every moment. She had pursued him passionately and even though he felt that she was slightly arrogant, her personality was still simple, pure and bright. In the end, she had really managed to ensnare him and made him unable to forget her.

Murong Jiancheng hated her so much he was about to throw up blood. He was constantly tortured by this woman.

He turned around and saw a flash of red.

He hadn’t been paying attention just no but there was a red halter top on his bed.

Rushing forward, he picked it up.

The halter top was still filled with her fragrance. He had seen her clothes before and knew that she had this halter top on earlier.

At this moment, a note fell from the top. There was a line of words in her handwriting, the same handwriting that was on the divorce papers.

It would be a lie to say that her handwriting was good. It slanted about and was really quite ugly. His handwriting on the other hand had been influenced by his royal upbringing and was extremely elegant and beautiful.

The note read – ‘A farewell gift, for you to remember me by.’

Farewell gift?

For him to remember her by?

Murong Jiancheng trembled in anger, about to pass out once again.

...

Outside.

Dongfang Ruoli pouted and said, “Aunt Qing, His Majesty has never been so fierce with me before. But he got angry as soon as I mentioned Bei Yuewu. He is definitely still obsessed with her!”

Dongfang Wanqing’s expression remained gentle even as her tone turned cold and resentful. “That year, His Majesty refused me and Bei Yuewu managed to marry into the Royal Family to become the Empress. In those days, many women pined for him in order to gain his attention and did everything in order to hook him. But he didn’t even spare a glance towards any of them. Yet the moment Bei Yuewu appeared, he fell for her words so easily. In the first few months of their marriage, there’s no way she could’ve forced herself on him if he hadn’t given consent, right?”

Dongfang Ruoli gritted her teeth bitterly. “Bei Yuewu was a vixen. Even us women couldn’t help but blush when we saw her seductive ways, let alone men...”

Before she could finish her sentence, Dongfang Wanqing glared at her coldly.

Dongfang Ruoli changed her words quickly. “His Majesty really is blind. Aunt Qing, you’re the Holy Lady, no one is more pure and flawless. How could he throw you aside for a vixen? Do all men have these tendencies?”

Dongfang Wanqing retracted her gaze slowly and said, “Bei Yuewu was no ordinary vixen. She was full of ploys and knew how to satisfy men. When she returned today, I thought that His Majesty would punish her heavily and break things off with her, but this situation was completely out of my expectations. I heard that not only did HIs Majesty not punish her, he even carried her off back to his room. They obviously slept together...”

With that, Dongfang Wanqing went silent as she recalled the glimpse of the red halter top on his bed.

Murong Jiancheng and her were childhood friends and she understood him very well. He was extremely handsome and intelligent but didn’t have any interest in women when he was young. He didn’t even have a maid in his room before he was married.

It was true that he was extremely conservative, so had she not seen the red halter top on his bed, there was no way she could have guessed the extent of how far Bei Yuewu and he had gone in the bedroom.

Bei Yuewu must have thought of so many ways to tease him,

Dongfang Wanqing’s heart started to itch whenever she thought of this. But she revealed nothing in her expression.

“Ruoli, don’t bother yourself with the Empress’s matters anymore. You’re marrying His Highness in a few days and will become the new Empress.”

Two patches of red quickly appeared on Dongfang Ruoli’s cheeks at the mention of this. All she had to do was envision Lu Yeming’s handsome face, his cold kingly demeanor and her legs would go weak.

Monk Xuanyi’s words that year were finally coming true. She was going to walk beside the Emperor and become the mother of the world.

“Alright, His Highness is outside. He hasn’t left yet, so go take a look at your husband.”

“Yes ma’am.”

...

Dongfang Ruoli ran out hastily and saw two figures in front of her. Lu Yeming’s tall, handsome figure stood into the distance in the night with Fan Men by his side. Fan Men was reporting to him in a low voice.

Dongfang Ruoli’s face was red as she mustered up the courage to greet, “Your Highness.”

Lu Yeming slowly turned around and his deep eyes landed on her small face.

Seeing her, Fan Men retreated.

Dongfang Ruoli walked forward over to his side and said shyly, “Your Highness, you’re going to become my husband soon. I love and respect you deeply and will be a good wife, and... give birth to a son for you as soon as possible. I will give birth to the heir of Country A as soon as possible.”

Lu Yeming’s handsome face was expressionless. Looking at the familiar and pretty face in front of him, he raised his hands to caress her face.

This was the second time he was touching her face.

Even though he hated her, he liked her face.

Dongfang Ruoli’s heart raced as she thought of this. Lu Yeming stroked her face for a while before retracting his hands. “Go back first.”

Nodding obediently, Dongfang Ruoli left in high spirits.

Lu Yeming looked at her vanishing figure before walking back to his room with unreadable eyes. He opened the door.

The garden behind his room was filled with rosary peas.

The rosary peas at the Snow Mountain Residence had already been shifted here carefully and they were already blossoming nicely.

Lu Yeming bent down slowly on one knee and plucked off one rosary pea with his long fingers.

Thump. He grimaced when he felt the pain in his chest wash over him. There was a metallic taste in his throat as blood started dripping from the edge of his lips.

Fan Men was startled and quickly walked up to him. “Master, it’s already been quite a while, why are you still vomiting blood?”

After Mo’er died, he had taken up the Murong name and was going to marry Dongfang Ruoli. He was walking the path that he was supposed to take.

But he hadn’t felt good even once.

Every time he thought of her, he would vomit blood.