Steward Liu: "Young Master Three went to a brothel, and the General found out and brought him back."
Su Yunmo's eyelids twitched.
She remembered Su Siyuan was only seven years old.
Children nowadays were truly precocious.
This path was not viable, so Su Yunmo changed direction.
Zi Yuan followed behind, noticing her master's lack of a smile. Knowing she might be in a bad mood because of Lin Chenxi's matter, Zi Yuan deliberately changed the topic.
"Young Master Three is always caught whenever he causes trouble. The General is the head of the household, and he's at home all day now. How could anything in the household be hidden from him?"
"Yes, the head of the household. Any incident within the manor naturally cannot be hidden from him." Su Yunmo smirked sarcastically, "Zi Yuan, how do you think Father treats me?"
Zi Yuan's fingers stiffened slightly. "Although the General had misunderstandings about you before, he treats you very well now."
"You know I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about my father in the Marquis's manor."
Zi Yuan opened her mouth, but in the end, she couldn't speak the truth.
How could Su Yunmo not know?
Before her mother passed away, her father treated her very well. But after her mother's death, her father treated her as if she didn't exist.
In those years, she could count the times she saw him on one hand. Later, she awakened her abilities.
Not everyone possessed such skills, and she was very happy. She went to tell her father, thinking he would also be happy.
But…
Su Yunmo took a deep breath and clenched her fists.
She still remembered the look in her father's eyes then; it was the look one gives a monster.
From that day on, no matter how much she pleaded, he refused to see her, and her third concubine's bullying intensified.
If one said he had no knowledge or complicity in this, who would believe it?
It was the same with the fire at the Lin residence. No matter how Lin Yuning and her brother arranged things, it was impossible to completely hide it from her father.
Yet, afterward, her father did not investigate or inquire. He merely handled her funeral perfunctorily.
This had only one explanation.
That slaughter was instigated by him.
And that brother and sister were the executors.
Zi Yuan furrowed her brows and said in a low voice, "Master, no matter what the truth is, the important thing is whether you are willing to accept it."
Su Yunmo was slightly taken aback and raised her eyebrows to look at her. "You're quite direct in your speech now."
"Alright, in two more days it will be Ye Jingcheng's engagement banquet. Go and prepare."
Lin Yuning had been ill for so long, and it was time to see her.
The engagement banquet of the legitimate prince was held in the palace.
The Emperor invited ministers and imperial relatives, and they gathered to eat and drink, offering blessings to the newlyweds.
Su Yunmo did not like such banquets. She left halfway and headed to the cold palace.
It was nearing the end of autumn, and the weather was gradually getting colder. The cold palace was sparsely populated and colder than other places.
Su Yunmo had specifically brought two quilts before coming to the palace. Upon entering, she realized she had prepared a bit too much.
The room had completely changed. Tables, chairs, benches, tea sets, hot water, bed linens, and cabinets – everything that was needed and not needed was meticulously prepared.
Consort Liang sat on the bed, a golden velvet quilt covering her legs, lost in thought. Hearing the movement, she turned her head to look at Su Yunmo, her eyes instantly lighting up.
Su Yunmo's heart also skipped a beat. She hurried over. "Your Highness, you recognize me?"
Although it was only for a moment, Consort Liang's gaze had truly fixed on her.
This meant the medicine's effects had fully taken hold.
Consort Liang frowned, pointing at her and struggling to speak.
But Su Yunmo couldn't understand. "What does Your Highness want?"
Consort Liang shook her head and pointed at her chest, "Ah…"
Su Yunmo guessed she was asking for her name. "Su Yunmo, you can call me Momo."
"Ah ah~" Consort Liang's pronunciation was still unclear, her tongue unable to bend.
Su Yunmo took her pulse.
The pulse was steady.
The toxins were indeed decreasing.
It seemed Ye Jingge was delivering the medicine daily as requested, but because there was a break in between, it would still take some time.
"Did someone come to give Your Highness medicine today?"
Consort Liang tilted her head, thought for a moment, and shook her head. "Mm."
"Useless thing, who allowed you to come here! Do you think this is a place you can just barge into?"
There was a commotion at the entrance, followed by the sound of a loud slap.
"My apologies,嬷嬷, I just wanted to bring something for Consort Liang… Ah!"
Consort Liang sat up and looked outside, a hint of worry in her expression.
Su Yunmo furrowed her brows, took out pastries and other items from the glazed lock, placed them on the table for her to eat, and turned to go out.
Ye Jingge lay at the entrance of the cold palace. A嬷嬷 grabbed his wrist and dragged him forcefully towards a corner.
Su Yunmo had seen this嬷嬷 once in the Empress's palace; her surname seemed to be Qin.
"Not staying in your room properly, and running here to play the good Samaritan. Are you deliberately opposing Her Majesty the Empress? You traitor!"
"He's not the only one in this palace opposing the Empress!"
A pastry flew over and hit Qin嬷嬷's face.
She immediately cried out and fell to the ground.
Su Yunmo strode over and pulled Ye Jingge up from the ground.
"Momo~" Ye Jingge had a slap mark on his left cheek, his entire face was slightly swollen, his clothes were disheveled from being pulled, and a patch of bruising was visible on his chest.
Su Yunmo's brows knitted fiercely. Pushing aside his clothes, she indeed saw a lot of bruising, indicating it was spread throughout his body.
A cold glint flashed in her eyes. "Does she hit you often?"
Ye Jingge flinched back slightly, shaking his head and backing away to pull his clothes straight. "No… no, I injured myself accidentally."
Even the most mischievous and restless child couldn't get bruises on their chest!
None of the嬷嬷s around the Empress were good people!
"So it was you, you little brat! I'm telling you, don't meddle in other people's business! I am the tutor嬷嬷 for the Fifth Prince, and I have the right to discipline him!"
Qin嬷嬷 glared, exuding an air of arrogance.
Su Yunmo sneered, waved her hand, and a whip appeared in her hand – the same one she had used before.
"I'll discipline you first!"
The whip whistled through the air and struck Qin嬷嬷 squarely on the chest.
Before Qin嬷嬷 could get up, she was sent flying by the lash.
She immediately cried out in pain and rolled on the ground, clutching her chest.
"Help! Quickly, help! Ah!"
Before she could finish her cry, another whip came, this time striking her left cheek.
Su Yunmo didn't use precision this time, so Qin嬷嬷's face quickly swelled up, much worse than Ye Jingge's injuries.
Qin嬷嬷 clutched her face, trembling with pain, unable to stand.
Su Yunmo shielded Ye Jingge behind her and stepped forward, a red glow flashing in her eyes.
"Listen carefully, from now on, if you dare to lay a hand on him again, I will twist your neck off!"
Qin嬷嬷 was startled by the sudden coldness emanating from Su Yunmo. She suddenly remembered what Jin嬷嬷 looked like, and a chill ran down her spine.
"I dare not, old servant, I dare not!" she shrieked, scrambling to her feet and fleeing into the distance.
Su Yunmo retracted her whip and turned to look at Ye Jingge. "Are you alright?"
Ye Jingge twisted his fingers, his face slightly flushed. "Thank you."
Besides his fourth brother, no one had ever cared for him like this. Momo was truly wonderful.