sbdcsierra Chapter 890 Never Been Loved
Chapter 890 Never Been Loved
"You unfilial son!" the emperor roared, "How dare you!"
“Father,” the Third Prince met the Emperor’s gaze, a mixture of fear and secret excitement in his heart, “I’ve already come this far, what else wouldn’t I dare to do!”
Seeing that the Third Prince was beyond saving, the Emperor angrily rebuked Consort Xiao, "Consort Xiao, is this the good son you raised!"
Consort Xiao was already in a daze due to the unexpected events, and now the emperor had a knife held to her neck. She smiled sadly and said, "Your Majesty, when I married you, I was also overjoyed, but did Your Majesty ever have even a little bit of me in your heart?"
"Your Majesty bestows honors upon me only because my brother was a valuable tool for you. Now that the tool is gone, I have become a pawn that you can discard at any time."
Consort Xiao shed two tears, not looking at the Third Prince, but only at the Emperor: "I want to be Empress, and I want my son to be Crown Prince. Am I wrong?"
"Thunder and rain, all are the Emperor's grace." The Emperor looked at her coldly, "Isn't what I've given you enough?"
"Then why does Your Majesty accuse me? Chen'er is threatening you with the prince, and you are threatening my son with my life." Consort Xiao looked at the emperor. "What difference is there between you two?"
The emperor's vision went black for a moment, and he said in a deep voice, "Have Zong Chen step down. I will forgive and forget what happened today."
Consort Xiao burst out laughing.
She stopped looking at the emperor and instead looked at Lu Yangyang.
“Crown Princess, I know what you’ve always wanted to know,” Consort Xiao said quickly, “I didn’t kill the late Empress. I did get some hints and gave her some medicine, but the medicine I gave her would only weaken her for a while, it would never have killed her. As for how the medicine became poison that killed her, I really don’t know. I’ve been carrying this crime for so many years, and I’ve been living in fear of the Crown Prince’s retribution.”
After saying these words, Consort Xiao suddenly lurched forward, her neck slicing across the sharp blade, blood gushing out, and she fell heavily to the ground.
"Mother!" The Third Prince stared at the scene in disbelief, stepped forward and slashed the guard with his sword, then tightly embraced Consort Xiao.
"Mother!" The Third Prince never expected that his mother would make such a decision.
How could my mother, who was so proud, so afraid of pain, and so pampered that she couldn't bear any hardship, do this?
Consort Xiao looked at the Third Prince, her eyes filled with a mixture of expectation and despair, but soon she closed her eyes.
Before marrying His Majesty, she was a young girl full of expectations for her husband.
But after marrying His Majesty, she discovered that His Majesty had someone else in his heart.
He and Yan Chengyue were in love, but she was just an observer in their relationship.
Every day she watched her husband look at other women with such affectionate eyes, and love other women's son with such doting attitude. Her son was also very outstanding, but he couldn't get a single word of praise or any special affection, just like her.
She could understand Chen'er's jealousy of the Crown Prince all too well, just as she did of Yan Chengyue.
She hated that there could be a woman like Yan Chengyue in this world; she was as pure and bright as the moon in the sky, radiant and clean.
She felt powerless even to feel jealousy.
Of course she wanted to harm her, wishing she could disappear from this world immediately and completely.
But the longer she spent in the harem, the more she understood that even if Yan Chengyue disappeared, she would still not win the Emperor's love.
His Majesty loves Yan Chengyue, a love-hate relationship that is intertwined with his feelings. Because of his love, his jealousy of Crown Prince Chongwen is almost insane.
His Majesty also admired Consort Rong. She was so unique; innocent yet aloof, unlike any of the women in the harem, or even any of the noble ladies of the capital. It was unbelievable that in the cannibalistic harem, there could be a woman like Consort Rong, whose very nature was pure and kind. It seemed so fake, so unreal. This was a pure white that His Majesty could never attain in his entire life. Therefore, his gaze towards Consort Rong was one of admiration, a reflection of his control and satisfaction with his power. Look, this pure, snow-like person was his woman.
His Majesty was also lenient with Consort Shu because she was shrewd, obedient and clever but never asked for more. She was a capable and not annoying subordinate, so His Majesty was unusually indulgent towards her.
His Majesty also loves the new colors in the palace, because they are vibrant and bright.
Only she, the Imperial Concubine, rose higher and higher in the harem as her brother's merits increased, eventually becoming the de facto mistress of the harem, lacking only the title of Empress. But what did she gain? Power? His Majesty didn't trust her. Although she seemed to hold the reins of power in the harem, major decisions still had to be made by His Majesty himself. His Majesty's spies were everywhere in the palace; she was more like a puppet than a true ruler. Love? That was even more ridiculous. Who could believe that the only woman His Majesty had never been moved by was precisely her, the woman with the highest rank in the harem after the late Empress's death? She had witnessed His Majesty's various tenderness towards other women. Even Consort Yang, who had given birth to the Fifth Prince, a fool, could win his favor with her coquettish charm. But for her, a dignified Imperial Concubine, the Emperor's gaze towards her was always calm.
She spent her entire life scheming and plotting in the imperial harem, hoping to make her son the emperor.
But in the end, her brother died, and she became an abandoned pawn.
She loved her son, but she was also afraid.
She feared that when the moment of choice arrived, she wouldn't even be able to be her son's choice.
She was burdened by power her whole life, but she was never anyone's first choice. Without her brother, she was nothing.
She was neither the woman her husband loved nor the mother her son needed.
She was afraid of pain, hardship, and exhaustion, and she was also afraid of never having been loved.
Consort Xiao closed her eyes, her hand falling heavily to her sides. The Third Prince's body jolted, and he shouted, "Summon the imperial physician! Summon the imperial physician!"
A moment later, he suddenly realized that there was also a Lu Yangyang here who knew medicine. He looked at Lu Yangyang and shouted, "Come here, save her, save my mother, hurry!"
Lu Yangyang walked over and pinched Consort Xiao's wrist with her fingers; there was no pulse.
"She's dead." Lu Yangyang withdrew her hand.
"Shut up!" The Third Prince pointed his sword at Lu Yangyang and roared, "Kill them! Kill all those little bastards! I want them to be buried with my mother!"
Lu Yangyang was not afraid of the Third Prince's sword pointing at her at all. "The reason your mother chose to die was because she was not confident that you would choose her. Rather than dying in despair, she chose to make the choice for herself."
"Even if you kill all your brothers, who do you think you can threaten? Before, when the Crown Prince called you stupid, I thought he was talking nonsense, but now it seems that you really are stupid."
"You first exposed your own stupidity, driving your own mother to her death."