Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Chapter 60: Snatched Away

With Noble Consort Xue, Zheng Biyu led the palace concubines and women to stand on the wall. Their eyes followed a carriage inlaid with gold and surrounded by soldiers in black armor disappea4 into the western horizon.

The rabbit dies and the fox grieves1. The palace concubines were sad in their hearts and watched in silence.

Zheng Biyu withdrew her gaze, turned away from the crowd and asked her maid: "Why didn't Princess Fukang come to see Princess Wenzhao off today?"

The maid whispered: "Your Highness, Princess Fukang is sick."

Zheng Biyu sneered, "Go to the princess's residence."

The chief historian of the princess's residence did not dare to let Zheng Biyu and her party in: "Your Highness, the princess is sick and cannot see guests."

Zheng Biyu did not even spare a glance at the chief historian, ordering the Eastern Palace guards to barge straight through the door.

"Even if Princess Fukang is about to die, she must still go to see off Princess Wenzhao! If she cannot get out of bed, then ask someone to carry her!"

The chief historian's eyes were widened to perfect circles, "Your Highness, aren't you afraid that His Highness the Crown Prince will blame you?"

Zheng Biyu's maid stepped forward and slapped the Chief Historian in the face: "Wicked slave, are you threatening Her Highness the Crown Princess?"

The chief historian did not expect the gentle and dignified Crown Princess would embarrass him in public. He did not have time to dodge and the force was enough to make him stumble. He swayed a few times before finding his footing, taking half a day to recover.

The guards soon found Zhu Luyun and dragged her out of the princess's residence.

Her face was pale, tear-stained. She looked like a gust of wind could blow her away, as if she was really sick.

Zheng Biyu coldly glanced at her: "Princess Wenzhao is marrying the Yelu tribe on your behalf. You're not going to see her off?"

Zhu Luyun pursed her lips as two lines of tears trickled down: "I'm sorry to the Seventh Princess... I also did not expect it would turn out like this... It was my aunt's retainer who deceived me..."

The corner of Zheng Biyu's mouth tugged gently. She signaled the guards to pick up Zhu Luyun and brought her to the city wall.

Seeing Zhu Luyun, dark clouds seemed to immediately condense on the imperial concubines' well-maintained faces. The younger princesses and the junzhus also had a look of contempt on their faces.

Zhu Luyun heard the deliberately raised voices of sarcastic ridiculing from the concubines. She used all her willpower to hold her head up.

Zheng Biyu pointed to the west. Her vermilion-dyed nails gently crossed in front of Zhu Luyun's delicate face.

"You watch it well. The person who should be in that carriage is you."

This matter started precisely because she recklessly became engaged, allowing Wei Ming to come up with the idea of using the Seventh Princess.

Zhu Luyun's lips were pale.

Zheng Biyu's fingers suddenly flicked.

Zhu Luyun felt a stabbing pain on her face. She shivered a little and went to cover her face.

Zheng Biyu gripped that hand, her fingertips tenderly rubbing the tiny wound she had made on her face: "Zhu Luyun, in the past, no matter how the Crown Prince indulged you, I never complained a word about you."