Chapter 1721 – You’re So Racy!
The scene the maid was worried about didn’t unfold; indeed, the Xichang Princess looked quite unwell, but she wasn’t going mad and laying a hand on the child.
“Is this how it is after giving birth?”
The Princess wore a dejected expression, laced with an obscure sense of fear and unease, but the maid failed to notice.
The frightened maid lowered her head and replied, “Yes, Young Master was born like this…”
“What are they saying outside?” The Princess forced a grim smile, “They must be thinking…”
She swallowed her unfinished words, too afraid to continue. Others must be starting to speculate that this child’s biological father isn’t An Huan, right? An Huan was dead, Hua Yuan was gone too; with the former’s death, there was no way to confirm lineage, and with the latter gone, there was one less knowledgeable witness. Now, only her royal brother remained. If he were gone too, could this shameful secret last a lifetime?
This wicked thought, once emerged, took over her mind with an overwhelming force, refusing to dissipate.
The maid had no idea what the Xichang Princess was thinking; the two were speaking different languages yet somehow perfectly connected.
“Don’t be upset, my lady. There are indeed some hurtful words outside, but as long as Lord Lan Ting doesn’t speak up, no one can harm you and Young Master.”
The Princess bitterly smiled, “Don’t try to soothe me with empty words.”
The maid felt sympathy for the Xichang Princess. It was said she was once a breathtaking beauty with a noble lineage, but she was taken by An Huan and now found herself in this predicament. Unable to hold back, she said, “This servant isn’t comforting my lady; the rumors are that Young Master is in such a state because the women and children who died unjustly are seeking revenge. My lady, why burden yourself with this misfortune?”
Still wrapped in her melancholy, the Xichang Princess thought: “……”
What???
What revenge???
The Princess struggled to keep up with the maid’s pace, realizing too late that they weren’t discussing the same matter at all.
Her heart, which had been racing, gradually settled, and the overwhelming sense of crisis receded like a tide.
It seemed that the fact she had given birth to a son who was a eunuch did not raise suspicions about the child’s origins—it was just her own guilty conscience.
The Princess skillfully picked at the pieces of information she wanted from the maid’s words.
It turned out that the outside world was claiming the child’s condition was a revenge act by the spirits of those wronged women and children, causing An Huan to become childless.
From beginning to end, there was no connection between the Princess and the Xichang Prince.
Poor An Huan was once more getting the blame.
Seeing the Xichang Princess deep in thought, the maid assumed she was still troubled and spoke a few words of reassurance.
Before she could finish, the Princess gazed wistfully at the child’s delicate face and softly said, “There’s nothing too bad about it.”
The maid was bewildered, “Huh?”
The Princess continued, “This child is the illegitimate son of Duo Xi Gong; his death is also related to Lord Lan Ting… to speak irreverently, Lord Lan Ting is the killer of the child’s father. Regardless of how magnanimous Lord Lan Ting is, she must have some reservations about this child. With the boy’s condition preventing him from continuing Duo Xi Gong’s line, Lord Lan Ting essentially has less to worry about. Perhaps because of this meager connection, she might choose to treat him kindly and look after him. Thus, our lives would have some assurance…”
After all, as a noble Princess, her analysis of certain matters was rather well-founded.
In the Princess’s view, a eunuch boy, destined to be unable to continue a lineage, was almost akin to a girl. For Lord Lan Ting, a child like this posed less of a threat. Also, due to the child’s disability, perhaps it could even garner pity and care.
The maid had no such insight.
The Princess’s reasoning seemed sound to her, and she accepted it as truth.
Little did they know, Jiang Pengji had no regard for this child at all; if not for the fact that this child was “born” of the Empress of the Mountain Spirit, would she have even noticed him? The enemies who died under her hands numbered a sea; many had wives and children, such as the widow and child of the Duke Xu Pei… If she allowed herself to be wary of these kids out of pity for their fathers’ deaths, she would have no time left in a day.
Thus, the Princess’s analysis, while seemingly logical, was merely an awkward joke in Jiang Pengji’s eyes.
Just a few little brats; she didn’t even regard their fathers, let alone worry about a bunch of small fry!
In contrast, she was more curious about the Empress of the Mountain Spirit’s current state.
Pepsi: One word—super tragic. Two words—super invincible, tragic beyond belief!
The ‘idle fish’ still maintained their usual style of banter, just like the forever incorrect digits they spouted.
“How tragic are we talking?”
Jiang Pengji munched on seeds, chatting with the idle folk.
Having nearly finished dealing with the documents at hand, Wei Ci didn’t dare accuse Jiang Pengji of slacking off.
Pepsi: His fifth limb is useless; they say it’s a psychological condition—no matter what, it just won’t rise. Last night, he was partying at a private club in the capital, hmm… you know, the not-so-wholesome kind of party, the chaotic sorts. That guy used to be as flirty as they come, but last night, nothing would get up. Not only didn’t it rise, but he also developed a psychological aversion to women—one touch and he retched like he had eaten laxatives.
Coca-Cola: emmmm… the content of this news… who would’ve guessed you were such a Pepsi!
A group of idle fish listening to the gossip exploded, quickly replicating the phrase.
The screen filled with “Who would’ve guessed you were like this, Pepsi.”
If it weren’t for being “kindred spirits,” how could they know so clearly?
Pepsi panicked and began explaining.
Pepsi: Everyone, don’t jump to conclusions! Didn’t you see my username, Fat Gamer Drink? If Pepsi’s stock crashes because of me, I’d really worry about being retaliated against when I step outside. The source of my information is reliable, but I wasn’t there; a childhood friend relayed it. My friend still enjoys the thrill, but is keeping it in check. He’s reformed these past couple of years, thanks to some streamers.
Reformed is true, but he still keeps his previous channels open, so the news comes through quickly.
The idle fish continued munching seeds, glued to the fresh gossip being delivered by the bigwigs.
Stowaway Non-Money: Can’t rise, and developed a psychological aversion to women… that’s a sign of “strongman locks man”!
Scouting Hotel: What’s so tragic about that? He can’t harmonize yin and yang, but he can explore new positions and “bloody poop battles” with others! Who knows, he might get hooked and open the doors to a new world, never to stomp on innocent girls again…
Oh Christmas Tree: But… if that happens, good men become a danger…
Five hundred thousand idle fish silently stared at that comment for a long time.
Blind man, you’ve discovered a sparkling point.
This perspective on the issue is indeed too sharp.
Jiang Pengji silently munched her seeds.
The System’s move this time…
Is a bit racy.
