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Chapter 833: Startling Heart Mingyu 45

He originally thought that the Emperor was furious and took his anger out on Ruoxi, but he didn't expect that Mingyu was the one behind it!

Yinsi squatted down distressedly, stretched out his slender hand, and gently held Ruoxi's cold fingers. He couldn't help but frowned, such coldness and stiffness, like the last petal of a flower that has lost its vitality when it withered.

"Sister, did you see that? You are still making excuses for him, but he ignores the fact that this is the Emperor's Palace of Heavenly Purity and flirts with Maertai Ruoxi in public. How could he ever care about you?!" Mingyu's voice came from behind them, and Minghui, who was disappointed, also came out.

Mingyu tightened his cloak and looked coldly at the scene in front of him.

Just now, Mingyu and her sister Minghui were walking slowly along the corridor of the Qianqing Palace, but when they turned a corner, they saw such a good show: Yinsi was half-kneeling in front of Ruoxi, his eyes full of heartache and anger, and he even held Ruoxi's hand.

Yinsi suddenly turned around, a trace of surprise and impatience suddenly flashed across his eyes. At that moment, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and his tone was cold: "Mingyu, I know my limits, don't stir up trouble here."

"Stirring up trouble?" Mingyu sneered, her eyebrows raised with a hint of disdain.

"Yinsi, it would have sounded better if you had stayed with your wife, but now you are with another woman and you don't even bother to cover it up?"

The female voice coming from behind gradually dimmed the air in the palace corridor. Yinsi obviously did not expect her to be so sharp, and his handsome face changed slightly.

He stood up, threw his sleeves, and said gloomily, "Mingyu, Ruoxi suffered this misfortune because of the emperor's anger. I just extended a hand to rescue her. But you, being so aggressive at the moment, seem a little narrow-minded, don't you?"

"Narrow-minded?" Mingyu seemed to have expected this question. Her eyes were slightly cold, and she spoke slowly.

"Eighth Master, if I were narrow-minded, I would not have told my sister in advance and let her see your true face. He has lived a clear and honest life, how could he completely forget Maertai Ruoxi who was kneeling and waiting for him just because of a few sweet words from you?"

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over her head. Minghui's face turned slightly pale, but she did not speak immediately. Her dignity and generosity were like a suppressed lock at this moment, covered with the makeup of being indifferent to the world. But the disappointment in her eyes could not be concealed.

"Enough!" Yinsi's voice was low, with a hint of anger. He stared at Mingyu with eyes as sharp as knives.

"This matter has nothing to do with you. If you have nothing to do, you should go back. There is no need to stir up trouble here!"

"Yinsi, you are so brave!" Kangxi's voice was like thunder, exploding in the silent palace corridor. He walked with the steps of a dragon and a tiger, followed by Li Dequan and a group of guards. His majestic aura almost made everyone breathless.

Yinsi was startled, and quickly let go of Ruoxi's hand, bowing and saying, "Father Emperor..."

Kangxi's eyes widened in anger, and he pointed at Ruoxi and said sternly, "Is this how you treat me? You're pulling and tugging in front of the Palace of Heavenly Purity. How disgraceful!"

Yinsi's face turned pale, but he still argued: "Father, please calm down. I just saw that Ruoxi was not feeling well and I was anxious..."

"In a hurry?" Kangxi sneered: "I see that you are clearly not interested in the wine! Do you still have me, your father, in your eyes, and do you still have the palace rules and regulations?"

Kangxi was furious, but when he caught a glimpse of Mingyu, his eyes suddenly softened.

He strode to Mingyu's side, gently held her arm with his warm palm, and said with concern: "Mingyu, are you okay? Are you scared?"

Mingyu's eyes were as charming as silk, and as her eyes moved, it seemed as if she had a thousand words to say, but she seemed hesitant to speak.

She bit her lower lip lightly and said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, I am not scared. It is you, Your Majesty, who is so angry. Please take care of your health."

Kangxi was so aroused by her charming appearance that he unconsciously tightened his grip on her hand.

He said softly, "I'm fine. As long as you are well, Mingyu, I will be at ease."

After saying that, he turned to look at Yinsi, his eyes instantly becoming fierce: "Old Eighth, you disappoint me so much! I am grateful for your filial piety and have tolerated you in every way, but you are so ignorant of restraint! Come, take the Eighth Prince back to the palace and put him under house arrest. Without my order, you are not allowed to go out!"

Yinsi's face was pale, his lips trembling, but he dared not say another word. He glared at Mingyu fiercely, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness. The guards stepped forward and took him away.

Ruoxi felt nervous when she saw this. She wanted to plead for mercy, but she didn't know how to start. She knew that Kangxi was angry at the moment, and any plea would only backfire. She could only kneel on the ground silently, lower her head, and let the tears fall silently.

"Wait!" Minghui finally spoke at this time. Her voice was soft but firm, neither high nor low, but she spoke steadily at the moment when Kangxi was about to wave his sleeves and leave.

She took a step forward, and although her features still retained her unique dignity and calmness, her eyes were full of determination.

"Your Majesty, what the Imperial Concubine said just now, Your Majesty promised me... does this divorce between me and the Eighth Master still count?"

Although Minghui's voice was neither passionate nor loud, her tone was unusually firm. It was neither as gentle nor as tough as usual, but it also had a bit of decisiveness that could not be ignored.

Everyone held their breath, all eyes fell on Kangxi, and a few complicated glances swept towards Minghui, with some disbelieving surprise and some admiration.

Kangxi did not respond immediately. His eyes were heavy, as if he was savoring the words. Such an abrupt request, coming from the usually dignified and calm Minghui, was really surprising. He slowly turned his head, his deep eyes like the stars stared directly at her, but his tone did not fluctuate at all.

"Minghui, have you thought it through? If you divorce Lao Ba, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Kangxi's voice was like an ice sculpture or iron carving, and every word hit people's hearts. He did not refute, but he did not directly agree either. His low rhetorical question was even more noble and majestic.

Minghui's expression remained unchanged, her eyebrows slightly lowered, and her tenacity was particularly visible at this moment. Today, she is no longer the Eighth Lady who compromised and endured for the honor of her family and the happiness of her sisters, but the Minghui who is willing to fight for the last bit of innocence for herself.

"Your Majesty..." She knelt down slowly but firmly.

"Minghui knows that as the daughter of Guo Luoluo, she has been blessed since childhood, and she also knows the heavy weight of the word "woman's duty". But the Eighth Master has been so indifferent to me, and what happened today has chilled my heart. Please understand, Your Majesty, and let Minghui return to her own pure land."

Kangxi couldn't help but frown after hearing this. He was of course aware of Yinsi's tactics and calculations over the years, and his affection for Minghui was just a facade - he had no intention of interfering in their marriage, but he didn't expect Minghui to take the initiative to mention "divorce".