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Chapter 4496: 5.0248 You're Getting Carried Away

"The woman His Majesty painted looks as if she's about to step out of the canvas; it's countless times more realistic than this," Rong Yuhu clicked her tongue, putting away the scroll in her hand. "I, seeing how silly and stupid you are, came over to give you a few pointers."

"Do you really think His Majesty will come today?"

"Let me tell you, His Majesty went to Greenwood Villa. The Second Prince and his group are detained there. What do you think he went there for?"

Rong Yuhu smiled maliciously. "Now you understand, right? His Majesty doesn't care about your life or death at all. If you die, he'll just marry off your memorial tablet. Whether you live or die, you can't change your fate anymore. Hahahahaha." Thinking of the satisfying outcome, Rong Yuhu couldn't help but burst into maniacal laughter, slightly loosening her grip on Rong Shanshan's hand.

Princess Jiankang trembled all over, finally able to prop herself up, looking at this Ninth Sister, who usually followed her like a pitiful wretch, with the eyes of a stranger. This Ninth Sister had never dared to raise her voice in front of her, always taking her beatings and curses without complaint. Yet, she never expected her to go so completely insane now.

"Rong Yuhu, you, you!" Rong Shanshan gripped the fan-shaped seat behind her tightly, her eyes showing a fierce glint. "How dare you insult the legitimate daughter born of the Empress, you..."

"Don't you understand yet?" Rong Yuhu suddenly roared, startling all the palace maids present, and even Rong Shanshan herself.

"You, you're at your wit's end," Rong Yuhu poked her shoulder repeatedly with her finger. "Our His Majesty doesn't want to see you at all, that's why he wants to send you far away to the Barbarian Tribe." With that, she chuckled again, pushing Rong Shanshan onto the seat, then turned and motioned for her attendants to leave.

Walking out of the pavilion, Rong Yuhu paused, then said coldly without looking back. "Stop acting. His Majesty won't return to the palace today, and he doesn't want to see you at all. He's leaving for Wangchuan tomorrow morning. As for you, obediently go with that big black bear prince to the savage lands, hahahaha."

Rong Shanshan slumped in the pavilion, her eyes utterly blank for a moment.

"Princess, Princess," the little palace maid couldn't help but call out to her twice in a soft voice.

Rong Shanshan violently pushed her away and stood up, then stumbled and slammed herself against a nearby pillar.

"Princess!!!"

Rong Yuhu's personal palace maid couldn't help but glance back. Crying and shouting could be heard, faintly, the palace maid's heart-wrenching scream of "Princess."

"Princess, will something happen over there?"

"Didn't I just say?" Rong Yuhu curled her lips. "Even if Rong Shanshan dies, her memorial tablet will still be married off." Besides, how could that woman, Rong Shanshan, ever be willing to die? A cunning smile played on her lips.

"Princess, was that painting you mentioned really painted by His Majesty, and you had someone copy it?" A young palace maid, about twelve or thirteen years old, couldn't help but ask softly.

Rong Yuhu's personal maid glared back at her. "Don't talk nonsense, how could that be?"

Rong Yuhu pursed her lips and smiled. "It was just a stroke of luck." She took out the image from her sleeve again and glanced at it. "The woman in this painting has a great history."

"Oh?"

Rong Yuhu, however, said no more. She merely smiled, pursed her lips, and put the painting back into her sleeve.