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Chapter 836: Startling Heart Mingyu 48

On the other side, Mingyu was leaning in Kangxi's arms, enjoying the rare tranquility. She gently stroked her slightly bulging belly, her face filled with the glow of motherhood.

Kangxi hugged her gently, resting his chin on the top of her head, and said softly: "Yu'er, you have worked hard."

Mingyu looked up and met Kangxi's affectionate gaze, her heart filled with sweetness.

Kangxi kissed her forehead and said, "I will protect you and our child well."

On the other hand, Ruoxi's life was not so easy.

The Eighth Prince was under house arrest, and she, the sister of the Eighth Prince's concubine, had now become a plague that everyone avoided.

All the palace maids and eunuchs now treated her coldly, and she could hardly even get a bite of hot food.

Ruoxi curled up in the cold room, her thin clothes could not withstand the chill of late autumn.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and countless thoughts were surging in her mind, but she had no way to sort them out. She could not let go of the rumor that the Eighth Prince and his wife Minghui were getting divorced.

This shouldn't be the case!

From what she knew of history, the Eighth Prince's wife had always been in harmony with him, and there was no news of their divorce even in his failed later years.

But now, things are completely out of her control. Minghui is a polite and virtuous woman who has never shown any signs of dissatisfaction with the Eighth Prince. So why did they come to this point? Why didn't she know anything when she was selected to enter the palace?

Impossible, something must have gone wrong!

Ruoxi suddenly sat up from the bed, sweat dripping from her body. She clutched the quilt tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Mingyu, Kangxi's concubine, was a person who had never existed in history.

She tried hard to recall the context of history. The eighth prince Yinsi's wife was indeed Guo Luoluo, but she had never heard that she had a younger sister who entered the palace as a concubine.

Could it be that the unofficial history records were wrong? However, how could one explain the fact that the news of Mingyu's pregnancy had spread throughout the harem?

A chill ran straight up from her feet to her head, and Ruoxi felt dizzy. She held onto the edge of the bed, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm herself down.

History seemed to have deviated from its original track the moment she crossed over. She once tried to turn the tide and prevent the tragedy from happening, but in the end she found herself just a butterfly trapped in a spider web, struggling in vain.

Now, Mingyu's appearance made her feel unprecedented panic. A person who did not exist in history actually affected the current situation, which made her feel an uncontrollable fear. She didn't know what Mingyu's appearance would bring, nor did she know what impact it would have on the future direction of history.

From the Eighth Prince's unstable position in the court, to Minghui's divorce from the Eighth Prince, to Kangxi's increasing uncontrollable favor for Mingyu, all of this unfolded like dominoes, and the source was her - the person who should not have existed.

Her thoughts were tangled like a tangled mess, and a sneer suddenly slipped from her lips.

God wanted to tell her in such a ridiculous way that after traveling through thousands of years to come here, no matter how hard she tried to "know history and change history", it would be in vain in the end? What a joke! She is Zhang Xiao, how could she give in so easily!

Ruoxi suddenly stood up and overturned the candlestick with force. The candlelight suddenly went out with the overturned sparks, and the room fell into a thick darkness. She suddenly turned her head and stared coldly at the large patch of messy dead branches outside the window, her breath as cold as frost.

"Mingyu... who are you?" Ruoxi murmured, her fingers clenched tightly into her palms.

She was unwilling to accept this. She could not control Kangxi's tenderness, nor could she block Mingyu's halo of being favored by fate, but she did not believe in heaven! If Mingyu was really a variable in history, she would tear off this mask with her own hands and grasp all the truth behind it, for herself and for the Eighth Prince.

A bold idea suddenly flashed through Ruoxi's mind: Could Mingyu also be a time traveler? This thought was like a flash of lightning, illuminating her chaotic thoughts. Apart from a time traveler, how else could explain the fact that Mingyu appeared out of nowhere and quickly won the favor of Kangxi?

Ruoxi decided to give it a try.

She knew that Mingyu liked to appreciate the flowers at the Peony Pavilion in the Imperial Garden, so she picked a sunny afternoon and went there with the cakes she had made herself.

From a distance, Ruoxi saw Mingyu sitting in the pavilion in a goose yellow palace dress, her slender fingers gently plucking the strings of a zither, and the melodious sound of the zither poured out like flowing water.

"Your Highness, this is the osmanthus cake I made myself, please try it." Ruoxi walked to Mingyu and said softly.

Mingyu then raised her head as if to give alms, and her eyes fell lightly on Ruoxi, her eyes full of disdain and disgust. She did not speak immediately, but just looked at Ruoxi with a playful look, as if she was admiring a prey that was about to fall into a trap.

If you ask her why she didn't just kill Ruoxi, that's not the case. In her opinion, death is just a matter of a moment and it would be too easy for her.

What she wanted was for Ruoxi to watch her lose everything and slowly suffer in despair and pain.

"Is there something wrong?" Mingyu raised her slender eyebrows slightly, and there was a hint of impatience in her tone, as if Ruoxi's appearance disturbed her interest.

She casually brushed the strings with her slender fingers, making a crisp sound.

Ruoxi tried hard to suppress her unhappiness and put on a flattering smile.

"I made some osmanthus cakes myself. Thinking that Your Majesty the Imperial Concubine loves sweets, I brought them to you as a filial honor." As she spoke, she opened the food box in her hand, revealing the exquisite cakes inside.

Mingyu glanced at the food box, a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes, but she did not reach out to take it.

"I don't have a good appetite today, you eat by yourself." As she said that, she picked up the zither again and plucked the strings with her fingers. The melodious sound of the zither rang out again, as if deliberately driving Ruoxi away.

Ruoxi's smile froze, and her anger surged in her heart, but she had to suppress it. She took a deep breath and tried to keep herself calm.

"Your Highness, I have something to say to you alone."

Mingyu stopped playing the zither and looked up at Ruoxi, with a hint of inquiry in her eyes. "Oh? What did you say?"

Ruoxi lowered her voice and pretended to be mysterious: "My Lady, have you ever thought about going back?"

Mingyu paused while plucking the strings of the zither. She raised her eyelids slightly and glanced at Ruoxi. A playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Go back? Where to go? Ruoxi, what you said is a bit confusing to me."

"Confused? Haha..." Ruoxi laughed dryly and shrugged as if she was relaxed.

"Your Highness, you are busy with your work, so you naturally forget all the trivialities of the past. What I mean is... to go back to where we came from."