Chapter 100: The Madness of Consort Shu

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Shen Fuyu did it on purpose. What pained Consort Shu the most was her failure to win Qin Zhiyi’s love. Unlike Shen Tangyu, Consort Shu had adored Qin Zhiyi since childhood, longing to become his wife. If Qin Zhiyi were to be crowned prince, she wished to be princess; if he ascended as emperor, she dreamed of becoming empress.

Yet, she—who loved Qin Zhiyi with the most passionate fervor—never received a glance of favor from her beloved.

The faint redness on her wrist stung Consort Shu’s heart sharply. The incessant clamor of Shen Fuyu’s voice constantly reminded her that this wretched woman was, in fact, the beloved of her beloved.

Jealousy mixed with fury, and Consort Shu felt as if she were on the verge of madness! Desperately, she struggled to break free from these invisible bonds, burning with anger, yearning to spring into action and tear Shen Fuyu to pieces.

With her rage almost reaching a boiling point of forty degrees, Shen Fuyu considered her mission a great success. She glanced at Consort Shu’s arm, now trembling noticeably—Puppet Pill Number Two was about to lose its effect!

Time to slip away!

She tossed aside her brush, leaving a chaotic mess behind, and nimbly vaulted out the window and over the walls with her lightness skill.

Goodbye, Your Highness!

Nothing felt sweeter than finishing a wicked deed and running off!

No one could have imagined that the “pregnant” Shen Fuyu could move so swiftly, her pace rivaling that of a wild horse. By the time a bloodcurdling scream echoed through Jingrou Palace, Shen Fuyu had already returned to Crescent Moon Palace, taken the tea from Yinling’s hand, and gulped down an entire pot.

“Your Highness, you’re jumping about like this—is the prince really alright?” Yinling asked anxiously. After all, common sense dictated that no one would dare to romp about while expecting.

“It’s nothing,” Shen Fuyu rubbed the round little bump on her belly. “It’s probably just what the imperial physician called a constitutional issue. Common folk’s women work the fields even when pregnant and still give birth to healthy children, while others become bedridden at the slightest sign of pregnancy or risk miscarriage.”

“Since I’m so robust, climbing a wall is nothing. How could the child be harmed?”

As long as Princess Zhaoxi remained unharmed, the “child” in her womb would naturally be safe.

“Is that so?” Yinling believed her without hesitation.

Shen Fuyu nodded seriously.

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A hysterical scream shattered the silence of Jingrou Palace—Consort Shu was finally free from her paralysis. Yet, upon seeing the chaotic mess scattered across the floor, she flew into a rage and began knocking over everything nearby.

Damn Shen Fuyu!

“Your Highness,” Qiuying entered and gasped at the disarray. “What’s happened here?”

Drawing close to help Consort Shu up, she nearly burst out laughing upon seeing the crude graffiti and the three large characters scrawled on her face: “I am a pig.”

“Wretched woman!” Consort Shu slapped Qiuying fiercely, furious at her barely concealed smile. “How dare you mock me!”

“Your Highness, please calm down! I wouldn’t dare!” Qiuying’s teeth felt as if they were shaking loose, the pain making stars dance before her eyes as she knelt, pleading, “Please forgive me, Your Highness!”

The commotion drew another senior maid, Qiuxi, into the inner palace. Seeing Consort Shu so humiliated, she immediately dropped to her knees. “Your Highness… what has happened?”

Looking around, they found the ledgers from various departments either badly damaged, torn, or waterlogged. Qiuxi hurriedly fished out the soaked books from the brush washer, but the ink had long since blurred; the pages felt so fragile they might crumble with the slightest touch.

“What…” Qiuxi’s heart sank. How could this be? Just a short incense stick’s time ago, Consort Shu had sent everyone away, leaving only herself in the inner palace.

Qiuying wept, covering her face, looking at Consort Shu’s furious state. She knelt and implored, “Please calm down, Your Highness!”

The two maids were intelligent women. Although Consort Shu’s temper was somewhat fierce, she was, after all, the legitimate daughter of the Lin family; no matter how bad she seemed, it couldn’t be this extreme. They simply couldn’t believe Consort Shu had done all of this to herself.

Consort Shu vented her rage by smashing things repeatedly before sinking onto a stool and crying. Her tears washed away the ink on her face, revealing eyes filled with hatred.

“Shen Fuyu… I will kill that wretched woman!” she vowed.

Seizing the moment as Consort Shu calmed slightly, the two maids gathered the important ledgers, but most were beyond repair. Helpless, Qiuxi cautiously asked, “Your Highness… we haven’t seen Consort Xian outside, and isn’t she under house arrest now?”

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“The entire palace has been deceived by that wretched woman!” Consort Shu fumed. “She’s no frail noble lady—she’s a master of martial arts, running wild even while pregnant!”

“That’s right! Summon the imperial physician!”

Clenching her teeth, Consort Shu suspected she had been drugged by Shen Fuyu to immobilize her. She hurriedly sent for the physician. With the two maids gently coaxing her, Consort Shu recounted the incident in detail, though her fury remained undiminished—it was maddening!

That wretched Shen Fuyu! She would surely meet a terrible fate!

The maids were equally shocked by the tale. The sequence of events was baffling: being drugged without explanation, the house arrest of Consort Xian notwithstanding, her ability to infiltrate Jingrou Palace’s inner chambers unnoticed—a near-perfect opportunity to silently eliminate Consort Shu. Yet Shen Fuyu only destroyed ledgers and left pig drawings on Consort Shu’s face.

It was hard to believe, but their mistress would never deceive them.

After a simple wash and makeover, the imperial physician awaited in the outer hall. Impatient, Consort Shu sat, bowed to the physician, then squinted slightly and said, “Physician, please take my pulse first. See if there is anything wrong with myI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.