Chapter 100: Hidden Secrets [I]
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Meng Yuan was not ready to tell Ling'er this extremely embarrassing situation about his family, but this irrelevant person was now letting Ling'er know, which made Meng Yuan suddenly lose his mind.
His stranglehold on Lou Xinyue's neck gradually tightened in strength.
If it wasn't for Lou Chen's face, and there was still a trace of reason in his heart, he would have already twisted Lou Xinyue's slender neck.
Lou Xinyue also felt the strong killing intent emanating from Meng Yuan's body, she smiled sadly, and finally understood that this man had no feelings for her.
She was full of grief and anger for a while, and her expression was frantic, and she said with a sinister smile. "Why, doesn't your sweetheart know your true background? You are so nervous, Yuan. Are you afraid that your sweetheart will dislike you and look down on you after knowing about it? No wonder, with such an embarrassing life experience, even I am ashamed to say it, haha..."
"Quiet."
Lou Xinyue suddenly looked at Zhao Ling, her face was full of tears while she laughed wildly. "Miss Zhao still doesn't know, Meng Yuan is actually the son of emperor Ming and princess Xuan. So, his existence is a huge shame to Xuan Wangfu's mansion, hahaha..."
What?! Zhao Ling really couldn't calm down any longer. Emperor Ming and princess Xuan actually had an affair? This...this...what kind of bloody development was this?!
So the reason why Emperor Ming urgently summoned Meng Yuan to the capital, was all because he suddenly fell ill and thought he would die before telling Meng Yuan his true source. He was afraid that he would die while having the proverbial three strengths and two weaknesses.
Hearing Lou Xinyue's words, Meng Yuan couldn't control his anger any longer, he raised his hand and slapped Lou Xinyue, but his hand felt weak. Then, his anger attacked his own heart, blood surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Lou Xinyue's slender body immediately flew several meters backward, then fell heavily to the ground. She leaned over and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, struggling to hold Meng Yuan's attention. "Meng Yuan, you can't kill me. Remember, your life is saved by my elder brother, and before he died, you promised to take care of me for the rest of your life. You can't break your promise."
*Pwaah*
The popping sound of the slap was loud and clear. There were five red marks on Lou Xinyue's slick face.
"This slap is for your insult to A-Yuan just now." Zhao Ling stood in front of Lou Xinyue, looked down at her, and said coldly, "By the way, that'll let you sober up, and not to continue being obsessed."
Lou Xinyue covered her slapped cheek, gritted her teeth and said bitterly, "You bitch, you dare to hit me?!"
Zhao Ling's expression blazed slightly, but her tone was still cold. "I never made a promise to your big brother. A-Yuan can't kill you, but I can."
Lou Xinyue struggled to get up from the ground, with a strong look of jealousy on her face, she shook her head. "Why do you want to kill me? How much can you sacrifice for Brother Meng? Do you love him as much as I do?"
"The matter of love between men and women is about mutual affection. The things you said just now that you can do for A-Yuan, maybe I may not be able to do them, but there is one thing I can do, but you can't." Zhao Ling's tone was gentle, but her words were powerful. "I can make A-Yuan fall in love with me, can you?"
After speaking, Zhao Ling didn't look at her again, walked to the side of Meng Yuan, who was silent and supported him with her body, raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, wrapped her arms around his waist, and whispered, "A-Yuan."
However, Meng Yuan stood dumbfounded as if he had been completely exhausted in an instant. When Zhao Ling hugged him, his whole body was stiff and he trembled slightly.
He didn't know how to face Zhao Ling. Lou Xinyue told Zhao Ling the truth of his embarrassing life in such a simple and direct way, leaving him unprepared and feeling extremely humiliated.
"A-Yuan." Zhao Ling raised her head and reached out to touch his well-defined handsome face, but Meng Yuan shrank back a little, turned his face away, and did not dare to look at Zhao Ling.
"A-Yuan, look at me." Zhao Ling held his face with both hands instead, forcibly turning him around to face her. "No matter what kind of birth you are, no matter what kind of identity you have, you are you, and I will treat you the same and stay with you all the time."
Hearing Zhao Ling's soft but firm words, Meng Yuan's dead eyes gradually regained some radiance. He finally raised his hand slowly, hugged Zhao Ling's petite body back, and called out, "Ling'er," in a choked voice, and was speechless for a long time.
Seeing this, Lou Xinyue showed a despairing and sad smile on her face. Meng Yuan was indeed different to this woman. Only she could make him calm down, regain his senses, and recover his strength.
She remembered that when she was still in the Xuanwang Mansion, she once encountered Meng Yuan sitting alone in the courtyard, feeling depressed and hurt alone.
She also tried to hug him close to comfort him, but as soon as she touched the corner of his clothes, she was thrown away by a strong wind. She still remembered his cold scolding. "Miss Lou, please respect yourself."
She remembered that night, Meng Yuan had a poisonous cold attack and was lying on the bed shaking with pain. In a hurry, she climbed onto the bed and took off her clothes. She hugged him and wanted to keep him warm. What did she get in return? They sent her to the old mansion of the palace, and ordered her not to step into the palace of Xuan Wang again.
But why, why Zhao Ling, a woman who could easily let him let go of his guard and open his heart? The more Lou Xinyue thought about it, the more jealous she became, and the more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she became.
Over the years, she had given up on herself and lived on with a lingering breath, wasn't it just for the glimmer of hope in her heart?
She had hoped that one day Meng Yuan would see what she had given, accept her love for him, and live with her. But now, that only hope she had was now dashed. So what was the point of her being alive?
But even if she had to die, she wouldn't make life easier for the two of them.. Lou Xinyue tightly held the exquisite blood jade in her hand, a look of determination flashed across her face.
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Meng Yuan was not ready to tell Ling'er this extremely embarrassing situation about his family, but this irrelevant person was now letting Ling'er know, which made Meng Yuan suddenly lose his mind.
His stranglehold on Lou Xinyue's neck gradually tightened in strength.
If it wasn't for Lou Chen's face, and there was still a trace of reason in his heart, he would have already twisted Lou Xinyue's slender neck.
Lou Xinyue also felt the strong killing intent emanating from Meng Yuan's body, she smiled sadly, and finally understood that this man had no feelings for her.
She was full of grief and anger for a while, and her expression was frantic, and she said with a sinister smile. "Why, doesn't your sweetheart know your true background? You are so nervous, Yuan. Are you afraid that your sweetheart will dislike you and look down on you after knowing about it? No wonder, with such an embarrassing life experience, even I am ashamed to say it, haha..."
"Quiet."
Lou Xinyue suddenly looked at Zhao Ling, her face was full of tears while she laughed wildly. "Miss Zhao still doesn't know, Meng Yuan is actually the son of emperor Ming and princess Xuan. So, his existence is a huge shame to Xuan Wangfu's mansion, hahaha..."
What?! Zhao Ling really couldn't calm down any longer. Emperor Ming and princess Xuan actually had an affair? This...this...what kind of bloody development was this?!
So the reason why Emperor Ming urgently summoned Meng Yuan to the capital, was all because he suddenly fell ill and thought he would die before telling Meng Yuan his true source. He was afraid that he would die while having the proverbial three strengths and two weaknesses.
Hearing Lou Xinyue's words, Meng Yuan couldn't control his anger any longer, he raised his hand and slapped Lou Xinyue, but his hand felt weak. Then, his anger attacked his own heart, blood surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Lou Xinyue's slender body immediately flew several meters backward, then fell heavily to the ground. She leaned over and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, struggling to hold Meng Yuan's attention. "Meng Yuan, you can't kill me. Remember, your life is saved by my elder brother, and before he died, you promised to take care of me for the rest of your life. You can't break your promise."
*Pwaah*
The popping sound of the slap was loud and clear. There were five red marks on Lou Xinyue's slick face.
"This slap is for your insult to A-Yuan just now." Zhao Ling stood in front of Lou Xinyue, looked down at her, and said coldly, "By the way, that'll let you sober up, and not to continue being obsessed."
Lou Xinyue covered her slapped cheek, gritted her teeth and said bitterly, "You bitch, you dare to hit me?!"
Zhao Ling's expression blazed slightly, but her tone was still cold. "I never made a promise to your big brother. A-Yuan can't kill you, but I can."
Lou Xinyue struggled to get up from the ground, with a strong look of jealousy on her face, she shook her head. "Why do you want to kill me? How much can you sacrifice for Brother Meng? Do you love him as much as I do?"
"The matter of love between men and women is about mutual affection. The things you said just now that you can do for A-Yuan, maybe I may not be able to do them, but there is one thing I can do, but you can't." Zhao Ling's tone was gentle, but her words were powerful. "I can make A-Yuan fall in love with me, can you?"
After speaking, Zhao Ling didn't look at her again, walked to the side of Meng Yuan, who was silent and supported him with her body, raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, wrapped her arms around his waist, and whispered, "A-Yuan."
However, Meng Yuan stood dumbfounded as if he had been completely exhausted in an instant. When Zhao Ling hugged him, his whole body was stiff and he trembled slightly.
He didn't know how to face Zhao Ling. Lou Xinyue told Zhao Ling the truth of his embarrassing life in such a simple and direct way, leaving him unprepared and feeling extremely humiliated.
"A-Yuan." Zhao Ling raised her head and reached out to touch his well-defined handsome face, but Meng Yuan shrank back a little, turned his face away, and did not dare to look at Zhao Ling.
"A-Yuan, look at me." Zhao Ling held his face with both hands instead, forcibly turning him around to face her. "No matter what kind of birth you are, no matter what kind of identity you have, you are you, and I will treat you the same and stay with you all the time."
Hearing Zhao Ling's soft but firm words, Meng Yuan's dead eyes gradually regained some radiance. He finally raised his hand slowly, hugged Zhao Ling's petite body back, and called out, "Ling'er," in a choked voice, and was speechless for a long time.
Seeing this, Lou Xinyue showed a despairing and sad smile on her face. Meng Yuan was indeed different to this woman. Only she could make him calm down, regain his senses, and recover his strength.
She remembered that when she was still in the Xuanwang Mansion, she once encountered Meng Yuan sitting alone in the courtyard, feeling depressed and hurt alone.
She also tried to hug him close to comfort him, but as soon as she touched the corner of his clothes, she was thrown away by a strong wind. She still remembered his cold scolding. "Miss Lou, please respect yourself."
She remembered that night, Meng Yuan had a poisonous cold attack and was lying on the bed shaking with pain. In a hurry, she climbed onto the bed and took off her clothes. She hugged him and wanted to keep him warm. What did she get in return? They sent her to the old mansion of the palace, and ordered her not to step into the palace of Xuan Wang again.
But why, why Zhao Ling, a woman who could easily let him let go of his guard and open his heart? The more Lou Xinyue thought about it, the more jealous she became, and the more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she became.
Over the years, she had given up on herself and lived on with a lingering breath, wasn't it just for the glimmer of hope in her heart?
She had hoped that one day Meng Yuan would see what she had given, accept her love for him, and live with her. But now, that only hope she had was now dashed. So what was the point of her being alive?
But even if she had to die, she wouldn't make life easier for the two of them.. Lou Xinyue tightly held the exquisite blood jade in her hand, a look of determination flashed across her face.
Meng Yuan was not ready to tell Ling'er this extremely embarrassing situation about his family, but this irrelevant person was now letting Ling'er know, which made Meng Yuan suddenly lose his mind. His stranglehold on Lou Xinyue's neck gradually tightened in strength. If it wasn't for Lou Chen's face, and there was still a trace of reason in his heart, he would have already twisted Lou Xinyue's slender neck.Lou Xinyue also felt the strong killing intent emanating from Meng Yuan's body, she smiled sadly, and finally understood that this man had no feelings for her.She was full of grief and anger for a while, and her expression was frantic, and she said with a sinister smile. "Why, doesn't your sweetheart know your true background? You are so nervous, Yuan. Are you afraid that your sweetheart will dislike you and look down on you after knowing about it? No wonder, with such an embarrassing life experience, even I am ashamed to say it, haha...""Quiet."Lou Xinyue suddenly looked at Zhao Ling, her face was full of tears while she laughed wildly. "Miss Zhao still doesn't know, Meng Yuan is actually the son of emperor Ming and princess Xuan. So, his existence is a huge shame to Xuan Wangfu's mansion, hahaha..."What?! Zhao Ling really couldn't calm down any longer. Emperor Ming and princess Xuan actually had an affair? This...this...what kind of bloody development was this?!So the reason why Emperor Ming urgently summoned Meng Yuan to the capital, was all because he suddenly fell ill and thought he would die before telling Meng Yuan his true source. He was afraid that he would die while having the proverbial three strengths and two weaknesses. Hearing Lou Xinyue's words, Meng Yuan couldn't control his anger any longer, he raised his hand and slapped Lou Xinyue, but his hand felt weak. Then, his anger attacked his own heart, blood surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.Lou Xinyue's slender body immediately flew several meters backward, then fell heavily to the ground. She leaned over and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, struggling to hold Meng Yuan's attention. "Meng Yuan, you can't kill me. Remember, your life is saved by my elder brother, and before he died, you promised to take care of me for the rest of your life. You can't break your promise."*Pwaah*The popping sound of the slap was loud and clear. There were five red marks on Lou Xinyue's slick face."This slap is for your insult to A-Yuan just now." Zhao Ling stood in front of Lou Xinyue, looked down at her, and said coldly, "By the way, that'll let you sober up, and not to continue being obsessed."Lou Xinyue covered her slapped cheek, gritted her teeth and said bitterly, "You bitch, you dare to hit me?!"Zhao Ling's expression blazed slightly, but her tone was still cold. "I never made a promise to your big brother. A-Yuan can't kill you, but I can."Lou Xinyue struggled to get up from the ground, with a strong look of jealousy on her face, she shook her head. "Why do you want to kill me? How much can you sacrifice for Brother Meng? Do you love him as much as I do?""The matter of love between men and women is about mutual affection. The things you said just now that you can do for A-Yuan, maybe I may not be able to do them, but there is one thing I can do, but you can't." Zhao Ling's tone was gentle, but her words were powerful. "I can make A-Yuan fall in love with me, can you?"After speaking, Zhao Ling didn't look at her again, walked to the side of Meng Yuan, who was silent and supported him with her body, raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, wrapped her arms around his waist, and whispered, "A-Yuan."However, Meng Yuan stood dumbfounded as if he had been completely exhausted in an instant. When Zhao Ling hugged him, his whole body was stiff and he trembled slightly.He didn't know how to face Zhao Ling. Lou Xinyue told Zhao Ling the truth of his embarrassing life in such a simple and direct way, leaving him unprepared and feeling extremely humiliated."A-Yuan." Zhao Ling raised her head and reached out to touch his well-defined handsome face, but Meng Yuan shrank back a little, turned his face away, and did not dare to look at Zhao Ling."A-Yuan, look at me." Zhao Ling held his face with both hands instead, forcibly turning him around to face her. "No matter what kind of birth you are, no matter what kind of identity you have, you are you, and I will treat you the same and stay with you all the time."Hearing Zhao Ling's soft but firm words, Meng Yuan's dead eyes gradually regained some radiance. He finally raised his hand slowly, hugged Zhao Ling's petite body back, and called out, "Ling'er," in a choked voice, and was speechless for a long time.Seeing this, Lou Xinyue showed a despairing and sad smile on her face. Meng Yuan was indeed different to this woman. Only she could make him calm down, regain his senses, and recover his strength.She remembered that when she was still in the Xuanwang Mansion, she once encountered Meng Yuan sitting alone in the courtyard, feeling depressed and hurt alone. She also tried to hug him close to comfort him, but as soon as she touched the corner of his clothes, she was thrown away by a strong wind. She still remembered his cold scolding. "Miss Lou, please respect yourself."She remembered that night, Meng Yuan had a poisonous cold attack and was lying on the bed shaking with pain. In a hurry, she climbed onto the bed and took off her clothes. She hugged him and wanted to keep him warm. What did she get in return? They sent her to the old mansion of the palace, and ordered her not to step into the palace of Xuan Wang again.But why, why Zhao Ling, a woman who could easily let him let go of his guard and open his heart? The more Lou Xinyue thought about it, the more jealous she became, and the more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she became. Over the years, she had given up on herself and lived on with a lingering breath, wasn't it just for the glimmer of hope in her heart?She had hoped that one day Meng Yuan would see what she had given, accept her love for him, and live with her. But now, that only hope she had was now dashed. So what was the point of her being alive?But even if she had to die, she wouldn't make life easier for the two of them.. Lou Xinyue tightly held the exquisite blood jade in her hand, a look of determination flashed across her face.
