The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir - Chapter 491

Chapter 491 – I’d pluck the moon from the sky to give to you (2)

She hadn’t needed to use her martial arts skills to choose her husband. Now, she could only use it to protect her husband.

Zhao Li was truly in extremely unfavorable position. It was only by marrying her that he could move out of the palace and establish his own residence. Pengyue didn’t know why, but she was willing to put away her brazen personality for him. In accordance to Great Song’s etiquette rules, she put everything into order for him.

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“What’s so great about the second prince? Even if he married a princess, he’s still a cripple,” a palace servant girl quietly scoffed, but a red whip that came out of nowhere slapped her mouth.

Pengyue quietly drew back her whip and continued pushing Zhao Li to see the empress so they could pay their respects.

The female palace servant was so scared that she screamed. Covering her lips, with blood dripping into her hands, she ran away.

Zhao Li chuckled. “Why bother yourself with them?”

“I don’t like it when other people bully you.” Pengyue furrowed her brow. “It doesn’t matter who the other party is! I’ll treat them all the same!”

Zhao Li could resist turning his head to glance at her. He laughed in spite of himself.

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He didn’t know when it happened exactly, but Pengyue had replaced his personal attendants with herself. Every day, she would push his wheelchair for him. Whether it was going to the palace or going to the princes quarters to handle work, she had been the one quietly pushing his wheelchair and standing behind him.

Zhao Li had only wanted to marry her because of Yuzhen. But now, he thought he was lucky in meeting such an outspoken girl that was full of chivalrous spirit. She protected him so well that he never heard any obscenities.

She had pleaded for him and gotten him a good fiefdom. She had gone with him to that distant fiefdom. She had also helped him by borrowing Yuzhen’s soldiers that would assist him in taking over the capital and the throne.

When she had initially found out that he wanted to rebel, Pengyue had actually been very shocked. She had probably thought being a titled prince would be enough for him. They could have happily lived out the rest of their lives on that fiefdom, but as it turned out, he wanted more.

How could he not want more? Noble Consort Nie caused his mother’s death. It was because of her actions that he was born a cripple. His oldest imperial brother and his third imperial brother had humiliated him for many years. How could he easily put down this hatred and desire for revenge?

On their way back to the capital with the army, he promised to make her empress.

Pengyue’s brow was furrowed as she asked him, “You once promised me that you wouldn’t have any other women, does this promise still count?”

“Yes.” He gently pulled her hand over. “I won’t forget your great kindness.”

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After he obtained the dragon throne, he personally put the empress’s crown on her head. His great revenge had been accomplished, and great power was in his hands. Pengyue was also pregnant. Zhao Li felt that he wasn’t missing anything.

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Right now, he was surrounded by sweet-talking people. No one would dare to call him a cripple. Instead, they competed with each other to push his wheelchair and respectfully knelt before him to speak to him. Zhao Li felt exuberant. He enjoyed the feeling of being so high above everyone else and started to get payback for the grievances he had accumulated over the past years.

So what if he was tyrannical? This world belonged to him.

However, Pengyue had changed. She no longer protected him the way she had in the past and frequently looked at him with a furrowed brow and said words like, “Ah Li, you shouldn’t do such a thing.”

“You used to always stand on my side.” Zhao Li couldn’t understand. “Why are you helping the group of old officials and going against me?”

“I’m doing this for your own good.” Pengyue frowned.

Did all pregnant women like to be so  troublesome? Zhao Li coldly harrumphed and left. He no longer needed her to push his wheelchair. There was naturally palace servants to carry him around wherever he wanted to go.

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“Your Majesty, there can’t be a road from the capital to Zhangjun.” Fan Tianxing was kneeling before him as he advised, “As soon as there’s a road connecting the two places, it’ll be too easy for Zhangjun Prince to come to the capital. That won’t be good.”

“If the reason for refusal is because the national treasure is low on funds, then the construction of Wangyue Building should also be stopped. It’s the start of Your Majesty’s reign, it’s inadvisable to carry out large scale construction,” said Marquis Moyu sternly.

Zhao Li felt troubled. The current Pengyue made him feel as if she no longer wanted to protect him. Instead, it felt as if she was restricting him. He was the emperor now; he didn’t want to be restricted.

But, Wangyue Building was something she wanted. She had once said, “If there was a very tall building, then I would be able to see Yuzhen from here, that would be wonderful.”

Although that request was a bit nonsensical, he had taken her words seriously and ordered servants to construct a building name Wangyue. Right now, he was the emperor, why couldn’t he have whatever he wanted?

“The construction for Wangyue Building can’t be stopped,” he said, “Just have them build a road to Zhangjun.”

“Your Majesty!” Fan Tianxing was very upset. “A beautiful woman is the downfall of country, Your Majesty!”

A beautiful woman shouldn’t be so irritating. Other people’s beauties were as gentle as water! Zhao Li left in a huff. Wangyue Building’s construction continued.

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He was angry at Pengyue. And so, for a very long time, he didn’t go to see her. Kangyuan Junzhu‘s heart had been set on him for a long time. Even after marrying Ning Mingjie, she still frequently entered the palace to keep him company.

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Look, a woman could behave this gently and softly. Why couldn’t she be like Kangyuan, who flattered him and praised? Why did Pengyue insist on opposing him instead? Zhao Li harrumphed. It was the middle of the night. He turned and couldn’t resist reaching out to check. The space next to him was empty.

He hadn’t gone over to see her, and she hadn’t come over to compete for favor. Was she thinking that she didn’t need to do anything since the imperial harem only had her?

Zhao Li felt furious. He shouldn’t have said he would keep the inner palace empty. It was because of this promise that she was fearless!

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After a long time passed, he finally couldn’t resist the urge to send people over to inquire how how she was doing. What was the empress doing? Zhao Li thought; he wasn’t admitting defeat. He was just asking.

However, the news that he got was, “Her Majesty has miscarried.”

This was their first child, and it had been inexplicably lost. Zhao Li’s face paled. He rushed over to Pengyue’s palace. Unfortunately, he couldn’t walk. By the time he was carried over there, it was a little bit too late.