Chapter 258: Broken and Defamed

They all laughed.

"She's the legitimate daughter of Meng Xiang! How could she do such a disgraceful thing?"

"Meng Family's eldest miss? Ridiculous to the extreme, a country bumpkin from the countryside, suddenly perched like a sparrow on a branch, truly thinking herself a phoenix? Because of her status she was given three meager portions, and today she does such shameless deeds; let's see how she'll stand afterward." The speaker was Su Yuqing, who had always wanted to see her embarrassed.

As the legitimate daughter of the Minister's Residence as well, Meng Qinghe was her biggest obstacle to becoming Crown Prince's consort; now that she is disgraced and infamous, it is exactly what she most wanted to see.

A maid beside Jiang Clan walked up to her and whispered something.

"Is there nowhere?"

The maid shook her head.

Jiang Clan's heart sank to the bottom of a valley.

If nowhere can be found, the only possibility left is the room before them.

"Madam Meng, why haven't you broken through the door yet? What are you waiting for?" Lady Zhennan Marquis sneered. "Could it be that someone known to Madam Meng is inside?"

Jiang Clan furrowed her brows, and at that moment the tightly shut door opened from inside; Crown Prince Mo Junheng, clad in a golden python robe, stood in the doorway.

"What's all the noise?"

Seeing the newcomer, the onlookers waiting for the spectacle were startled.

Crown Prince?

How could it be the Crown Prince?

There was clearly a woman's voice in the room!

"Your Highness, Crown Prince."

The crowd knelt and paid their respects.

Qin Yue xi whispered in Chi Nan Yi's ear, "Sister Chi, this…"

"Just wait for the good show!" Chi Nan Yi's lips curled slightly; given Meng Qinghe's temperament, how could she give up such a fine opportunity?

"It turns out the Crown Prince is resting here; I, as a humble wife, have caused much disturbance, please forgive my offense, Your Highness." A hint of joy flashed in Jiang Clan's eyes; whether or not Meng Qinghe was in the room, it was a tremendous boon for them.

Su Yuqing felt as if struck by lightning; how could it be the Crown Prince?

Shouldn't it be… shouldn't it be Meng Qinghe consorting with some wild man here?

She clutched the handkerchief tightly, her eyes full of unwillingness.

At that moment she even began to pray that Meng Qinghe was not inside the room.

The Crown Prince's expression grew grim, his gaze landing precisely on the red silhouette.

"Since the Crown Prince is resting here, I shall not disturb." Jiang Clan said with a smile, "We will now take our people and leave."

As the words fell and she was about to turn, a low murmur came from the room.

The voice was coquettish yet easy to recognize.

Isn't it the timbre of the Meng Family's eldest miss, whom we haven't seen for a long time?

Jiang Clan's body stiffened, a flash of panic in her eyes.

The onlookers standing outside the courtyard heard clearly, and their gazes at Jiang Clan were all laced with contempt and mockery.

Chi Nan Yi's lips curled slightly; she had long anticipated Meng Qinghe would act, and such a chance to latch onto the Crown Prince's residence—how could she let it slip?

At that moment, a faint whiff of blood floated in the air.

Others could barely detect it, but Chi Nan Yi's sense of smell was extremely keen, and she had smelled it long ago.

It seemed Meng Qinghe's face had broken out.

"Why does the voice inside sound so familiar? It seems like Sister Qinghe."

Hearing this, Chi Nan Yi was startled.

It wasn't the content of the words, but the speaker.

It turned out to be Jiang Wan Yue of the Jiang family.

Jiang Clan snapped her head up, her eyes cold as she stared at her; she never expected Jiang Wan Yue to utter such indiscreet words at this moment.

Sensing Jiang Clan's gaze, Jiang Wan Yue showed no panic, a hint of chill in her indifferent eyes.

Having just been ridiculed by Meng Qinghe in front of everyone, don't blame her for showing no mercy.

When someone pierced the paper of the window, the crowd no longer held back, laughing, "Since Miss Jiang said so, I also think this voice is extremely similar to Miss Meng's."

"Indeed, indeed, this is clearly Sister Meng's voice!" Zhang Xiyan nodded. "The scream just now sounded familiar to me; now that I think of it, it truly is Sister Meng."

The onlookers volleyed comments at each other, all wearing a look of gloating as they stared at Jiang Clan.

A dignified legitimate daughter of the Minister's Residence, to commit such shameless acts in broad daylight at her own doorstep—was she really this impatient?

The Meng Family's upbringing was trampled mercilessly, and Jiang Clan's complexion was beyond ugly.

Jiang Clan stepped forward, her face extremely grim, addressing the Crown Prince Fu Le Fu: "Your Highness, I—"

"Hmm."

Knowing she intended to go in, the Crown Prince shifted to the side.

With this scene before the crowd, what else remained unclear?

The person in that room was the Meng Family's eldest miss.

Jiang Clan, upon entering the room, immediately smelled an extremely strong scent of blood.

She was startled in her heart—had the Crown Prince killed her daughter?

The bloodstains on the ground were vivid crimson; she slowly lifted her head, seeing Meng Qinghe on the floor in only undergarments, her face covered with wounds, nearly fainting; she clutched her mouth tightly, refusing to let out a cry.

Face! Her face!

"Qinghe, my daughter, what is this…"

Meng Qinghe shook her head, whispering, "Mother, I'm fine; the urgent matter is to bring the Divine Doctor Nan Yi who previously treated my illness."

Jiang Clan naturally understood her meaning.

"Mother knows, rest assured, rest assured," the Jiang Clan's tears kept falling.

In his heart he couldn't help but blame the Crown Prince; his hand was a bit too heavy.

For a girl, how important this face is!

Now that her appearance is ruined, what will she do in the future?

At that moment, a series of footsteps came from outside.

It turned out that, having heard something happened at the Plum Garden, Meng Hui and all the guests rushed over.

"What's going on?" Meng Hui looked at the people gathered there, his brows tightly knit: "Who would be so indiscreet as to dare commit such a disgraceful act on my official residence?"

As Meng Hui finished speaking, he saw the crowd already standing there looking at him with strange eyes.

At that moment, he saw a bright yellow figure in the Orchid Garden.

His heart sank; it was the Crown Prince.

A strange hue flashed across his face; he hurried forward, bowed to the Crown Prince, and cautiously added a smile: "Your Highness, I do not know if you are resting here; I have misspoken, please do not blame me."

He wished he could give himself a mouth.

He had actually offended the Crown Prince.

Mo Junheng gave him a cold glance.

That look even carried murderous intent.

In an instant, Meng Hui broke out in cold sweat; despite it being a bitter winter month, his robes were completely soaked.

"Lord Meng, there is something you do not know," Madam Su smiled faintly: "Your family's young lady is currently in her room!"

What?

Miss Meng?

Meng Hui felt as if struck by lightning.

He had just spoken so confidently and righteously, only to realize he was talking about his own daughter!

His back, already not straight, bent even further at that moment.

Mo Junheng's face was as dark as ink; in a cold voice he said, "A little later, please have Minister Meng come to the residence for a discussion; I have an urgent matter to confer with Minister Meng."

"Understood."

Meng Hui nodded repeatedly.

Chi Nan Yi watched the farcical scene about to end, a slight curl at the corner of his mouth.

Now it's finally getting somewhere?

Meng Qinghe's retribution hasn't ended yet!

What follows will be truly interesting.