Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 221 - You Shouldnt Have Given Birth to Me
Chapter 221: Chapter 221 You Shouldn’t Have Given Birth to Me
Chapter 221 -221 You Shouldn’t Have Given Birth to Me
Time passed so quickly.
Murong Jiu had been reborn in summer, and now, winter was about to begin.
The day Lady Wang was to be beheaded was the day before the start of winter.
That day, the Imperial Court was to behead not only Lady Wang, but also several exceptionally vicious bandits.
However, the bandits who were usually despised today were not pelted with many rotten eggs, while Lady Wang, kneeling and bound on the execution platform, was covered in stinking egg fluid on her head and body, looking incredibly filthy and smelly.
After many days of imprisonment, Lady Wang had already become emaciated and disfigured, her face covered in pustules, resembling a cursed old hag. Only her eyes shone with venomous light, and, with fear of death.
Murong Jiu sat in an elegant room on the third floor of a teahouse not far from the Market Entrance, capturing every expression of Lady Wang in her eyes.
Lady Wang, this kind of villain, wouldn’t repent even in death, probably cursing herself at this very moment.
But she, having accumulated virtue and done good deeds for the benefit of the people, was hardly afraid of a few curses.
“Princess Consort, it’s almost Three Quarters of Noon, do you really want to watch?”
Chang Chonghai asked from the side.
Since he had a wife and daughter, he remembered that pregnant women shouldn’t see blood, nor witness killing, which is why he asked.
“With a blood-deep vendetta, of course, I must watch.”
Her unknown biological mother, who died tragically due to Lady Wang’s scheming; in her previous life, all the tragedies began after Lady Wang had replaced her with Wang Baozhu—how could that not be considered a blood-deep vendetta?
Only by seeing Lady Wang’s miserable death with her own eyes could she somewhat comfort her mother’s spirit in heaven.
Chang Chonghai nodded, saying no more, and continued to watch the surroundings vigilantly.
“There’s a woman sneaking around over there.”
He pointed to a spot in the crowd.
Murong Jiu followed his gaze and saw a woman dressed in a wide grey robe, with a hat covering her head, inconspicuous at first glance.
She narrowed her eyes and looked over a few times, saying, “It’s Murong Man.”
She could recognize Murong Man by her figure and the way she moved after just a few glances.
It was unexpected that Murong Man was able to leave the Prince’s Mansion to send her mother, Lady Wang, on her final journey.
True, Lady Wang did indeed lavish a great deal of affection on Murong Man in the past.
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Chun Tao said, “Princess Consort, the clothes on Murong Man seem to be men’s clothing, definitely not from the Second Prince, the fabric is too poor.”
“Someone must have helped Murong Man out of the Second Prince’s Mansion. Judging by the length of the clothes, it might have been a tall guard. The Second Prince would not allow Murong Man to leave, letting the public know about his Concubine’s pitifully evil Lady Wang coming to bid farewell. The Second Prince is very careful about his reputation.”
The composed Hong Yi asked from the side, “Princess Consort, do you need this servant to expose her by removing her outer clothes, revealing her identity?”
Murong Jiu looked approvingly at Hong Yi, truly worthy of being a person sent by Jun Yuyan; she certainly had courage.
But she shook her head, “No need, revealing her now means the Second Prince will not be able to keep her in the Prince’s Mansion. I still need her and Yun Weiwei to fight each other to death, making the Second Prince anxious. Look, everyone thinks she lost her favored status after losing her child, but she still found a way to use a guard, sneaking out from the deep courtyard. I believe she will not let me down in the future.”
The three of them heard this and deeply agreed.
It was better to continue letting Murong Man stay in the Second Prince’s Mansion and watch their internal strife, which was even more satisfying than exposing her now.
Moreover, with Murong Man donning a guard’s clothes, who knew when she might cuckold the Second Prince?
When that time comes, the Second Prince’s expression will certainly be wonderful to behold.
As time drew nearer, a disturbance suddenly rose from the outskirts of the crowd.
Chun Tao’s eyes widened as she exclaimed, “Princess Consort, it’s the Chen Family’s young master who has brought Wang Baozhu here!”
The commoners below all turned to look over.
Young Master Chen still cut a handsome figure, a textbook example of a debauched aristocratic son, with an added hint of psychological cruelty.
He lifted his chin, a smile on his face, and gave Wang Baozhu a push forward, loudly saying,
“Get going, your mother is about to be beheaded, and I’ve specially brought you to have a few words with her. I’m good to you, aren’t I?”
Wang Baozhu could only step forward two paces; she still wore a dog chain around her neck that jingled with every move.
Murong Jiu heard that ever since that day in front of the Jewelry Building, when Wang Baozhu was ordered by Jun Yuyan to be beaten with fifty heavy strikes for her insults, Young Master Chen, though not sending her away, had thrown her into a pigpen.
While Young Master Chen no longer touched her, the servants of the Chen Mansion also despised the malodorous Wang Baozhu; true to his sadistic nature, once her injuries had healed, he tossed her into a dog cage instead.
From that moment on, within the circles of the Capital City’s scions, there emerged a new pastime—watching Wang Baozhu and the dogs.
Of course, no decent person would partake in such a spectacle, it was only the indulgent fops who found amusement in this.
Upon hearing of this, even Murong Jiu felt a sense of physical discomfort.
But she did not sympathize with Wang Baozhu; after all, wasn’t Wang Baozhu proudly parading around buying jewelry the day she followed Young Master Chen? It proved that she truly believed Young Master Chen would pamper her with wealth, even attempting to provoke his legal wife. What was there to sympathize with for such a person?
After hearing of it that once, Murong Jiu had forbid any further reports regarding Wang Baozhu, knowing her miserable state was enough.
Today, looking at her, Wang Baozhu had not grown thin, but she did appear haggard, dressed in fine silk and satin, yet conspicuously bearing many scratch marks—perhaps intentionally left exposed by Young Master Chen.
The gathered commoners beheld Wang Baozhu with faces full of scorn.
However, Wang Baozhu did not seem ashamed or annoyed; she walked only two steps and then stopped, turning to Young Master Chen with a fawning expression and said,
“Master, Lady Wang is not my mother, I have no such mother. If she dies, she dies; I have nothing to say to her.”
The surrounding people spat,
“Shameless!”
“Disgusting!”
“As disloyal and unfilial as Lady Wang, just another piece of trash!”
Even Lady Wang herself showed a look of disappointment and hatred, her voice hoarse, “Baozhu, it’s for your sake that I’ve ended up like this, all of it was for you! And yet you disown me and wish me dead, how could I have given birth to an animal like you!”
Murong Jiu’s gaze shifted slightly.
Lady Wang had always been keen to call her an ungrateful beast, and now it had come full circle, falling upon her own biological daughter, Wang Baozhu.
But Wang Baozhu clenched her teeth and bitterly said, “Did I force you? If you hadn’t had an affair with that lowly Steward Wang, how would I exist? You gave birth to me and made me suffer; you should never have had me! You think I’m grateful? I hate you to death! I’d feel relieved only watching your head roll!”
At these words, Lady Wang nearly died of rage on the spot.
The surrounding commoners became even more condemning of Wang Baozhu.
In the Great Yan Dynasty, filial piety was held above all else. Although everyone thought Lady Wang despicable and hateful, Wang Baozhu’s words had ignited public fury.
Murong Jiu’s smile was tinged with amusement.
After years of Lady Wang’s scheming and striving, she had raised such an ingrate, truly Lady Wang’s own “retribution”.
