Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage

Chapter 291: 291: Willing to be a Foot-washing Maid

When he had sent off Wenren Zong, she had been so concerned and had urged him so earnestly.

She had prepared books and snacks for him, and even went through the trouble of using the connections of the Prime Minister’s Mansion to arrange two attendants who would make sure that Wenren Zong wouldn’t suffer on the road.

However, when it came to him, she just stood far away in the crowd, smiling as usual.

It seemed like she didn’t feel the slightest bit upset about him having to leave.

Indeed, as she had admitted herself, she liked Wenren Zong and only felt disgust and a bit of gratitude toward him.

Li Hongyuan said to Li Yuanyuan, “You go and sit in your own carriage.”

Li Yuanyuan immediately obeyed and withdrew her hand, bowed, and turned to go to her own carriage.

Ms. Fang was still kneeling on the ground, reaching out to grab his robe, “My lord, please take me with you. Even if I’m just a foot-washing maid, I’m willing! The words I said before were not from my heart.”

Li Hongyuan glanced at Sanli without a trace of emotion in his eyes or voice, “Make her disappear and never show up in front of this prince again.”

Sanli immediately came over with some servants and dragged Ms. Fang away.

Ms. Fang cried and screamed, struggling and shouting, “Why can that cripple stay and I can’t? She’s the Main Consort but refuses to follow his Highness through hardships. Why does she force us servants to go?”

Li Hongyuan’s eyes grew cold, “Break her legs.”

From a distance, two heartrending screams could be heard.

Li Yuanyuan sat in her carriage, shivering as she listened to the screams.

She muttered to herself, “This is the fate of betraying his Highness.”

A maidservant whispered, “Miss Teng, don’t be afraid. This kind of thing will never happen to us. His Highness knows your feelings toward him, and he has feelings for you as well. What is that Ms. Fang comparing to us?”

Li Yuanyuan remained silent.

She gently lifted a corner of the curtain and looked in Jiang Ning’s direction.

No matter when or from what angle, she always looked so stunningly beautiful.

Though crippled and sitting in a wheelchair, she didn’t look ugly. On the contrary, it added a sense of leisurely ease to her superior presence.

Why could she be so calm, composed, and seemingly unconcerned about everything, not needing to fight for anything, and yet easily have it all?

The gap between people was truly despairing.

Li Yuanyuan saw the Prince of Yu walking to Jiang Ning, bending down and squatting beside the wheelchair, talking to her.

Watching this scene, Li Yuanyuan’s heart ached unbearably.

When did the attitude of his Highness toward that woman change to this extent?

Didn’t he used to dislike the Princess Consort?

He wouldn’t even deign to glance at her.

Now, he went so far as to squat down and talk to her. Was he afraid that she would feel uncomfortable looking up while speaking?

For a man, especially a man like the Prince of Yu, to be so considerate toward a woman, he must like her.

People had always said that Li Yuanyuan was the most favored in the Prince of Yu’s residence, but where was the favor?

By giving her good food and clothes?

By letting her manage the royal estate?

Did that count as favoritism?

Why didn’t he give her a child?

It’s not about showing off favor to others – she knew it in her heart.

Li Hongyuan squatted down in front of the wheelchair, put his left hand on the armrest, looked at Jiang Ning, and whispered, “I will have Ms. Fang sent back to her mother’s home, and she won’t stay in the mansion.”

“Your Highness broke her legs just for a sentence she said?”

“Do you know which sentence it was for?”