Chapter 4 Return a Hundredfold!

She, Chu Nanli, the revered Ghost Hand military doctor of 2090, had never felt so humiliated.

If she had to blame anything, it was her current weakness, which prevented her from directly confronting Ye Yunting. But when the day came that she spread her full wings, she would repay him a hundredfold!

She took out a Fetal Protection Medicine from her space and swallowed it—otherwise, after thirty lashes, the child would surely be lost...

Ye Yunting, you almost caused the loss of another one of your children.

How ludicrous.

"Princess Consort, I have offended you!" Ye Yunting's Hidden Guard, having executed the punishment, left without helping her up.

Chu Nanli lay on the ground in a dishevelled state, feeling dizzy wave after wave, but she could not fall, she had promised the original owner of the body to reclaim the child so it could rest in peace.

However, the original owner's body was fundamentally weak, and after being mistreated so today, Chu Nanli eventually couldn't hold on any longer, and darkness enveloped her vision...

...

Furong Academy.

"Wuu wuu... I don't want to eat my sister's child!"

"If I had known earlier that my illness required the medicine catalyst of a three-month-old living fetus, I wouldn't have sought treatment! I'd rather die than harm my sister, Yunting, can we give the child back to sister, please..."

Lin Fuying, refusing to take her medicine, cried until her eyes were red, looking so pitiable to me.

Ye Yunting hugged Lin Fuying, who could not stop crying, into his arms, "Enough, stop crying. The child has already been dealt with. Just wait to take your medicine."

"But, doing so will surely make my sister hate me to death..."

"Dare she! If she gives you trouble in the future, I will transfer her authority of the household to you," Ye Yunting frowned, inexplicably irritated at the memory of Chu Nanli's defiance earlier.

"Prince, that must not happen. Sister is the rightful Princess Consort. Yingying does not seek anything else, just to be by your side is enough," Lin Fuying said softly as she leaned gently into Ye Yunting's embrace, which eased his frown slightly.

"Yingying is always so understanding," Ye Yunting remarked flatly.

He favored Lin Fuying's gentleness and compliance, unlike Chu Nanli who, despite her outward respectfulness, carried an indescribable pride and nobility in her bones—it was the same in the past, and even more so now.

"The Prince flatters me. I wouldn't dare covet my sister's things," Lin Fuying said softly, her heart secretly triumphant.

Chu Nanli, what does it matter that you are the rightful Princess Consort if you still lack the favor of a man.

"By the way, Prince, you should go see sister. She just lost her child and was lashed thirty times. Her body might not withstand it..."

On hearing this, Ye Yunting's brow furrowed again.

Thirty lashes seemed excessive for a woman who had never been on a campaign or to battle. However, the look Chu Nanli gave him earlier triggered his desire to temper her sharp spirit.

He wondered whether the woman would now be willing to submit. If she asked him, he wouldn't mind adopting a child from a side branch for her in the future.

With that thought, Ye Yunting took a step, "I'll go see her."

Lin Fuying bit her lip as she watched his retreating figure, resentful. She only intended to demonstrate her own kindness and thoughtfulness, assuming the Prince had no desire to see that wretched woman. Yet, he really went to her.

The gentle expression on her face disappeared, replaced by a fiercely contorted one.

"Nanny Hua, do you think the Prince still has feelings for sister?"

She clearly saw Ye Yunting's expression change when she mentioned that Chu Nanli might not survive the thirty lashes.

"Your Highness shouldn't overthink it. The Prince has only you in his heart now. Surely he's seeing the Princess Consort for your sake," Nanny Hua reassured her.

"I hope so..."

Lin Fuying unclenched her tight fists, "Well, it's good that he's left now; it spares me the pretense of taking the medicine. I'm not ill at all. That fetal soup should be thrown away. I would never drink such a disgusting and ominous thing!"