The Noble Lady's Rebirth: She just wants to Rest in Peace!

Chapter 542 - 534: Calamity

Prince Xian was aware of the conflict between his son and Mrs. Kong. After all, if his son could not carry on the family line, he would not have brought another concubine into the mansion.

Now that Mrs. Kong is pregnant, the position of his son’s Princely Heir is bound to be shaken. Everyone understands that they cannot allow someone who cannot carry on the family line to inherit the Prince Mansion’s title.

This is also why his son is targeting Mrs. Kong, wanting to get rid of the child in Mrs. Kong’s belly. Without this child, with only one son, even if he had such a defect, they could only let that son inherit the title at that time.

And the conflict between his son and the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion is also well understood. If not for the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, his son wouldn’t be like this now.

But now Mrs. Kong has stolen the Dingyuan Marquis’s son, showing that Mrs. Kong has joined hands with his son. Mrs. Kong retaliated for his son, so his son will not touch the child in Mrs. Kong’s belly anymore.

Every time Prince Xian thought of these, his heart almost leaped out with shock, "Mrs. Kong, you truly have great audacity."

He called someone in, "Go and find the Young Master, tell him there is an urgent matter. No matter what he is doing, bring him here forcibly."

Prince Xian seemed to have seen his own ending.

The guard dared not delay; this was the first time seeing the Prince losing his temper at the Young Master. Ever since the Young Master’s incident, the Prince had never lost his temper.

Mrs. Kong, seeing that the Prince lost his temper, though guilty, still refused to admit, "Prince, even if you beat and kill me, I did not do it, and I did not do it. Yet the Prince believes a few words from outsiders, not trusting the words of his own person, even suspecting the Young Master. Is it in the Prince’s eyes that we are so insignificant?"

"Shut up. Who is the Dingyuan Marquis? What is the Prime Minister’s Mansion? How could they wrongly accuse you like this? Stop arguing here. I find it odd that recently everything was fine between you two. Now I understand, you were conspiring together. Such audacity, truly lawless," Prince Xian clutched his chest, "Do not blame me for being heartless, if it’s truly you, I won’t plead for you. Seek your own fortune."

Liu Wen sat aside, never spoke, with downcast eyes, until half an hour later, the Heir of Prince Xian was dragged in by two guards, still looking dissatisfied.

"Father, what is this about?"

"You unfilial son, kneel! Did you order someone to steal the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion’s young boy?" Prince Xian wanted to slap him.

When asked, the Heir of Prince Xian became alert, glanced around the study, and looked at Liu Wen with some guilt, then quickly looked away, only meeting Mrs. Kong’s eyes for a moment before saying, "What is Father talking about? I don’t understand."

Even in such a situation, he still claims not to understand.

Prince Xian felt as though he were set in an ice cellar; his head felt heavy, and his vision darkened. He had to steady himself by holding onto the table, "Well, well, none of you admit, do you? Then do not blame me."

Prince Xian seemed to have made a great decision, "Someone, bring the instruments of torture."

The face of the Heir of Prince Xian changed slightly, then he calmed down, but Mrs. Kong was startled, "Prince, I am carrying your flesh and blood."

Prince Xian did not look at her.

Mrs. Kong tightly guarded her belly, looking for help at the Heir, but he avoided her gaze, also not speaking. Mrs. Kong bit her lip, "Mr. Liu, is the Prime Minister’s Mansion truly this bullying, not sparing a pregnant woman?"

Mentioning Liu Wen, he finally raised his head and said, "Consort Kong, the Prime Minister’s Mansion has never bullied others."

He never caught her words.

Mrs. Kong watched as the guards brought out the instruments for punishment. Just a few hits, and she would lose the child in her belly. She never thought the Prime Minister’s Mansion would press this hard without any evidence.

Amidst the calamity at the Prince Xian Mansion, somewhere else, Sister Yue traveled by carriage out of the Capital, heading to the designated manor. Even having left the Capital, her heart couldn’t settle. She never thought she’d be stealing a child, so brazenly.

Watching the child sleep in her arms, he was fed a sleeping potion, quiet along the way. Otherwise, if the child cried, they would have been discovered before leaving the East Mansion.

Sister Yue bit her lip. Her mother’s letter was clear. If she could steal the child out, her mother had a way to prevent harm by the East Mansion people, even marrying her into the Crown Prince Mansion.

Thinking about the neglect she faced over the years, and now her father’s daily curses, Sister Yue felt she had reached the end. She needed a way out. When she received her mother’s letter, she struggled, but after facing neglect and curses, she decided. There was no good future awaiting her, so she might as well bet on this.

The carriage’s jostling brought Sister Yue back to her senses. Before she could ask, she heard the horse’s neigh, and the carriage suddenly sped up. Her expression changed, "What’s happening outside?"

No voice answered. Sister Yue bit her lip, kicked open the carriage door, finding the driver gone, and a dagger in the horse’s body, causing it to run wild in panic.

Sister Yue’s expression changed, one hand held the child tightly, the other held the carriage wall tightly. The horse, off the road, rushed to the woods. The carriage hit a tree, and Sister Yue couldn’t control herself, tossed around inside.

She was, after all, a sheltered girl, unaccustomed to such ordeals. Within a quarter hour, she and the child were flung from the carriage. Sister Yue’s head struck a tree, and she moved no more, fortunately landing face-up, leaving the child safe.

When the Hidden Guards from the Marquis Mansion tracked the carriage, over an hour had passed, finding only the scattered carriage, and Sister Yue lifeless, the child unseen.

Gu Yifeng, hearing the news, usually reserved, was shaken, sank into the chair.

Mrs. Liu Sr. and others had not returned to the mansion, having appeared at Sister Ning’s saying they were going back, stayed in the front courtyard awaiting news. Hearing this, Mrs. Liu Sr. gasped, then fainted.