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Chapter 835: Startling Heart Mingyu 47

She smiled slowly and nodded gently, her eyes revealing an unconcealable gratitude, as if silently expressing her inner emotion and helplessness.

She finally raised her hand and patted the back of Mingyu's hand.

Minghui leaned forward and kowtowed, her forehead touching the ground, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I thank you for your grace."

She was frail, but possessed an admirable tenacity. Kangxi's grace was not only a way for her to escape from Yinsi's cage, but also a safeguard for her dignity.

After expressing her gratitude, Minghui slowly stood up and turned her gaze to Mingyu.

She walked up to Mingyu and said softly, "Yu'er, thank you."

Her voice was a little hoarse, but full of sincere gratitude. If it weren't for Mingyu's plea, Kangxi might not have allowed her to leave Yinsi with the child so easily.

Mingyu shook her head gently: "Sister, what are you doing? Why should we be so polite to each other as sisters?" Her eyes were slightly red, and she felt distressed for her sister's experience.

Kangxi took in Mingyu's little girl's behavior and felt even softer in his heart.

He walked forward and gently took Mingyu into his arms.

Mingyu snuggled in Kangxi's arms, feeling his warm embrace, her heart at peace. She looked up at Kangxi, her eyes moving, and said softly, "Xuanye, thank you."

Kangxi lowered his head, kissed Mingyu on the forehead, and said softly: "Silly girl, everything I did was for you."

His eyes were deep and gentle, as if they wanted to melt Mingyu into them.

Yinsi watched this heartwarming scene from the sidelines, his heart burning with anger. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but he dared not show it. He hated Kangxi's tyranny, and even more so Minghui's decisiveness.

He originally thought that Minghui would consider the relationship between husband and wife and compromise for the sake of the child, but he did not expect that she would leave him so decisively.

If he lost Minghui, it would be like losing an important arm. Minghui's family was an important aristocratic family in the court. Now that Minghui was out of his control, it would undoubtedly weaken his power.

He took a deep breath, tried to suppress the anger in his heart, forced a smile on his face, and said to Kangxi: "Father, since Minghui has decided to leave me, I have nothing to say. But the child is still young, I hope you can allow me to visit her often."

Kangxi glanced at him coldly, and said in a cold tone: "Visit? Do you think I will give you a chance to use the child again? The child is with Minghui. If you want to see him, go to Guoluolu's mansion. However, I have to say this in advance. If you dare to have any evil ideas again, I will never let you off easily!"

Yinsi was startled and quickly lowered his head, saying respectfully, "I dare not."

Kangxi ignored him and turned to look at Minghui, saying in a gentle tone: "Minghui, take the child back home first. I will send someone to escort you and ensure your safety."

Minghui thanked him again and left the palace.

Mingyu felt mixed emotions as she watched Minghui and the child go away. She was happy for her sister's release, but also worried about Yinsi's sinisterness. She knew that Yinsi would not give up and would definitely find ways to retaliate against them.

Kangxi seemed to see through Mingyu's thoughts. He patted her hand gently and said softly, "Yu'er, don't worry. I will protect you and your family."

Mingyu looked up at Kangxi, her eyes full of gratitude and trust. She knew that as long as Kangxi was there, she would have nothing to fear.

The news that the Eighth Prince had divorced and was confined to his palace spread widely, and some ministers who had originally been optimistic about Yinsi suddenly changed their minds like fence-sitters.

They discussed privately that the Eighth Prince had lost the emperor's favor and no longer had the support of the Guo Luoluo family, so his position as crown prince was likely to be in jeopardy.

The news naturally reached the ears of Crown Prince Yinreng. He leaned on the couch, playing with a warm jade pendant in his hand, listening to the report of his subordinates, with a sneer on his lips.

"Old Eight, Old Eight, you have come to this day."

He put down the jade pendant, a sinister look flashed in his eyes: "Without Guo Luoluo, I wonder how long you can last!"

He thought of Mingyu again, her beautiful face, as bright and charming as the peach blossoms blooming in spring.

He thought of how she snuggled in the emperor's arms, so gentle and well-behaved, which aroused a strong possessive desire in his heart.

Why, why can the emperor have her?

"The Emperor is old." He narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone filled with uncontrollable contempt and coldness.

"Since you are old, you should give up your position and let others take over. Why, why should you hold the country in your hands and monopolize all the good things in the world?"

He stood up suddenly, as if the lust and resentment that coiled like a snake needed to be vented. He paced back and forth in the room, and finally stood still, staring at the half-burned palace lantern on the table, with a sinister arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Mingyu..." He whispered the name, as if there was soft honey between his teeth, and also as if it was accompanied by the sharp coldness of a knife.

He seemed to see the grand scene of that night, Mingyu in the imperial garden, wearing a light-colored gauze, smiling brightly, and the innocence between her eyebrows and tassels could not be ignored. She was so smart, like a fluttering butterfly, but he could only watch from afar.

What’s funny is that the man who was originally pressed on the golden throne could easily reach out and hold her in his arms.

Yinreng closed his eyes, the familiar sourness and jealousy surging in his chest.

"No... He can't have everything. Sooner or later, I will be the one guarding her."

Although Mingyu was pregnant with the emperor's child, Yinreng did not care.

He had already secretly made up his mind that no matter what the child's blood relationship was, he could naturally treat him as his own flesh and blood as long as Mingyu could stay by his side forever.

Yinreng's eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake's tongue. He imagined Mingyu nestling in his arms, with the child cradling him in his lap, and a twisted sense of satisfaction arose spontaneously.

He doesn't care whose child it is. As long as he can get Mingyu, he doesn't care about anything else.

He even began to fantasize that after his father passed away, he would ascend the throne and Mingyu would become his empress. What an honor that would be.

He was immersed in his own fantasy, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up into an evil smile, but this smile made the eunuch who had served him for many years shudder.

Having served the prince for many years, he knew very well that he had a fickle temperament. Now seeing him like this, he secretly wondered in his heart which unlucky guy was going to be in trouble again.

The young eunuch spoke cautiously: "Your Highness, it's late at night, you should rest."

Yinreng waved his hand impatiently: "Get out! Don't disturb my sweet dream!"

The young eunuch dared not say anything more and bowed and left.