Being a reborn legitimate daughter is not easy

Chapter 184 Consort An Dies Suddenly

Chapter 184 Consort An Dies Suddenly

"Knock knock." The door to the study was knocked on, and a guard's voice came from outside: "Your Highness, Consort An requests an audience."

Chunyu Jing looked up, raising an eyebrow. Why was An Rong here? What was she planning to do? However, she was ultimately his woman, and also had other uses, so Chunyu Jing didn't intend to treat her too coldly. He put down the documents in his hand and said:

"Let her in."

The study door was pushed open, and An Rong, carrying a food box and wearing a lotus-red brocade cloak, walked gracefully towards him from outside the door.

Chunyu Jing loved beautiful women, especially those with delicate features, graceful figures, and captivating charm. He could tolerate a woman's petty temper and scheming ways of vying for favor, as long as she was beautiful enough. But if her appearance was flawed, no matter how kind her personality, he wouldn't give her a second glance.

Looking at An Rong's delicate and affectionate face in the candlelight, Chunyu Jing's thoughts drifted away, recalling the fleeting glimpse of Ye Pianran he had caught earlier that day by the lotus pond at the Marquis of Anshi's residence.

He had never seen such a captivating woman. Her oval face had a beautiful, perfectly proportioned curve, neither too much nor too little. Her skin was as white as jade, seemingly delicate and fragile, with a natural blush on her cheeks, as if touched by the spring breeze. Like a weeping crabapple tree in early spring, glistening with dew, she was beautiful without being vulgar, and charming without being seductive.

It's a pity that she had her eyes closed at the time. If she had opened her bright, moist eyes, she would have been such a stunning beauty.

"Your Highness." An Rong's call startled Chunyu Jing. He composed himself and looked at An Rong in front of him. The image of Ye Pianran was still lingering in his mind. The stark contrast made him feel an inexplicable disappointment in the woman in front of him.

She wasn't pretty enough, her figure wasn't slender enough, and her personality wasn't interesting enough.

There's never enough!

"Why aren't you resting in your room?" Chunyu Jing asked casually.

Outsiders could not know the changes in Chunyu Jing's heart, but An Rong only felt that his tone was colder than usual. Placing the food box on the desk, An Rong let her eyes well up with tears, pouted slightly, and softly pleaded:

"Rong'er heard today that Your Highness went to the Marquis of Anshi's residence, and I couldn't help but think of my father. I miss home a little, and the longer I stay in the room, the sadder I feel. So I want to talk to someone. Your Highness, you won't have the heart to send Rong'er away, will you? In this manor, you are the only one I'm close to..."

After she finished speaking, she bit her lower lip, reached out and grabbed Chunyu Jing's sleeve, shaking it gently.

Seeing that she looked so pitiful, Chunyu Jing knew it wouldn't be right to send her away so easily. So he took her soft hand in his palm and said, "In that case, I'll keep you company for a while."

An Rong was overjoyed and sat down beside him, taking his arm and snuggling close to him, asking, "Your Highness, did Father go to the banquet held at the Marquis's residence today?"

“He has other matters to attend to and should be in Yunzhou at the moment,” Chunyu Jing said.

"Oh..." An Rong sighed, feigning disappointment, "I wonder if Father is still in good health?"

Chunyu Jing: "Don't worry, your father is in very good health. He can serve the country for another twenty years."

An Rong didn't really care about her father's health; she was just asking these questions as an excuse to stay.

“Father is the Prince’s right-hand man, and Rong’er will always be loyal to the Prince, just like Father.” An Rong said softly, her eyes filled with love as she looked at Chunyu Jing.

Chunyu Jing smiled, gently stroking her cheek, and said, "Rong'er is the one I love the most."

After speaking, he lowered his head and gave her the kiss she had longed for. When the kiss ended, An Rong collapsed weakly into Chunyu Jing's arms, her beautiful eyes misty with tears. She wrapped her arms around Chunyu Jing's neck and said:

"Your Highness, Rong'er just made some pigeon soup for you. Autumn is dry, so why don't you drink some pigeon soup to soothe your throat?"

"Oh?" Chunyu Jing raised an eyebrow. "Rong'er is so thoughtful."

Seeing that he did not refuse, An Rong got up, ladled out a small bowl of soup, and handed it to Chunyu Jing, looking at him expectantly.

"Your Highness, would you like to try Rong'er's cooking?"

Chunyu Jing looked at the fragrant pigeon soup in her hand, but did not reach out to take it. Instead, he said, "You're not feeling well, so serve yourself a bowl too."

Chunyu Jing was very wary; he would never eat anything unless it was delivered by someone he trusted completely. His words reflected his suspicion of An Rong.

An Rong understood his concerns, but she was convinced that the soup also contained "Zimu San" (a traditional Chinese medicine formula). In addition, she had also drunk a medicinal meal with "Zimu San" added before she came. She thought that since they were all the same, it would be fine for her to drink it. So she poured herself a bowl and sipped it slowly next to Chunyu Jing.

Chunyu Jing watched as she finished the soup, and seeing no abnormality in her body, his expression relaxed. He curled his lips into a wicked smile and said:

"How about Rong'er personally feeds me this bowl of soup?"

An Rong blushed, picked up the bowl she had served Chunyu Jing, took a sip, and then leaned towards Chunyu Jing's thin lips.

Chunyu Jing put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. The rich and delicious soup was passed from her mouth, carrying the fragrance of a woman, making him unconsciously intoxicated by it.

It was just a bowl of soup, but as he drank it, it seemed to ignite Chunyu Jing's passion like wine. His eyes darkened, and he swept An Rong up in his arms, panting as he opened the secret room of the study and strode inside.

The dim candlelight illuminated the entire secret room. On the large bed in the center of the room, the brocade quilt was billowing. An Rong felt the passion that Chunyu Jing had not shown her in a long time, and her heart was filled with excitement. But she did not know that in Chunyu Jing's deep, dreamy eyes, which were fixed on her, the reflection was not her face, but another beautiful and flawless face, as radiant as a peach blossom.

Imagining that face tainted with boundless desire because of him, Chunyu Jing felt his inner fire burning ever brighter, and his actions becoming increasingly ruthless and decisive. Just as he was about to reach his climax, his heart suddenly pounded like a drum, producing a deafening sound. The beautiful face before him, like a reflection in water, shattered with the raging waves, only to coalesce again when the storm subsided, transforming into another face, as pure and beautiful as a lotus in clear water or a pear blossom in the rain. However, half of that face was now covered with red, swollen blisters.

But at that moment, he inexplicably felt that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Ah!" An Rong's shrill scream suddenly rang in Chunyu Jing's ears. Before Chunyu Jing could come to his senses, the scream stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed his neck.

Chunyu Jing stopped, panting, and looked down by the candlelight. He found that An Rong's eyes were wide open, and bright red blood was flowing from her nostrils and the corners of her lips. She couldn't bear his passion and died in his arms!

Tsk, this woman's body is really useless; she can't even handle this kind of thing.

An Rong's death did not evoke any pity in Chunyu Jing. He only felt disgusted by the scene. This woman knew she was impotent but still tried to seduce him. She deserved to die.

Chunyu Jing got up, put on his clothes, turned around and walked out of the secret room without looking back, calling out loudly, "Someone come here!"

A group of guards rushed into the study. The lead guard knelt down and asked, "What are your orders, Your Highness?"

"Consort An suddenly contracted a serious illness and died. Go inside immediately to collect her body," Chunyu Jing said coldly.

"Yes!"

Hearing this, Mingqiao, who was guarding outside the door, suddenly changed her expression. She was about to enter the study to ask what was going on when Ye Yingrou, who had been following behind them, stepped inside first and called out to Chunyu Jing:

"Your Majesty..."

When Chunyu Jing saw her, his cold eyes softened instantly. He pulled her into his arms and said, "Rou'er, where did you go just now? Why weren't you serving me? From now on, you are not allowed to leave my side even for a moment, understand?"

[Ding, target's favorability +10, affection +10, morality +5. Target's current favorability is 15, affection is 11, host's current morality is 237.]

[Ding, target's favorability +10, affection +10, morality +5. Target's current favorability is 25, affection is 21, host's current morality is 242.]

[Ding, target's favorability +10, affection +10, morality +5. Target's current favorability is 35, affection is 31, host's current morality is 247.]

Immediately, three system messages rang in Ye Yingrou's mind. Chunyu Jing's favorability and admiration for her instantly increased by a full 30 points!

The Heart Gu seed was successfully planted; she had succeeded!