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Chapter 832: Startling Heart Mingyu 44

As soon as Kangxi finished speaking, the guards on both sides stepped forward and held Ruoxi down without hesitation. She struggled, but like a trapped animal, her efforts were in vain.

Kangxi glanced at him with disgust and waved his hand at Li Dequan: "Slap him!"

The crisp sound of slaps echoed in the hall, one, two, three...

Ruoxi's cheeks swelled up at a visible speed, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth. She bit her lower lip tightly, stubbornly refusing to make a sound, but her originally clear eyes were now filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Mingyu snuggled in Kangxi's arms, a smug smile on her lips. She gently stroked Kangxi's arm and said in a soft voice, "Your Majesty, such a person should be taught a lesson, lest she be ignorant of the world and offend Your Majesty."

Kangxi stroked Mingyu's hair and said softly, "Yu'er, I know you have been wronged. If anyone dares to bully you again, I will never let him off easily!"

Ruoxi was beaten so hard that she felt dizzy, but she still held on and refused to fall down. She knew that if she fell down, it would mean complete failure.

She will remember the humiliation of this moment, and one day in the future, she will make these people pay the price!

After ten slaps, Ruoxi's cheeks were swollen and the blood at the corners of her mouth was even more shocking. She was dragged away rudely by the guards, looking miserable.

Kangxi looked at Ruoxi being dragged away, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. What he hated most was this kind of ungrateful woman. He gave her a chance, but she didn't know how to cherish it.

Kangxi dismissed everyone, leaving only him and Mingyu in the hall. He carefully helped Mingyu sit down on the couch, his eyes full of pity.

Mingyu was already four months pregnant, her body was getting heavier and heavier, and her anger just now had consumed a lot of her energy.

"Yu'er, I see that you don't look well. Are you having a miscarriage?" Kangxi asked worriedly, placing his big hand gently on Mingyu's belly, feeling the faint fetal movement inside.

Mingyu shook her head gently, leaned softly on Kangxi's shoulder, and said coquettishly: "I'm fine, but I just stood for a long time and my waist is very sore."

Kangxi held Mingyu in his arms lovingly, and gently kneaded her aching waist with his warm palms through the thin fabric. The force was moderate, which could relieve the discomfort without hurting the fetus in her belly.

"Xuanye..." Mingyu hummed softly with comfort, her eyes rolling and charming. She put her arms around Kangxi's neck, and her slender fingers gently played with his falling hair.

Kangxi lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead: "Yu'er, thank you for your hard work."

"Your Majesty, I am not tired." Mingyu said softly, her eyes full of tenderness and love.

Kangxi was moved by her words and hugged her tighter.

"Yu'er, just rest assured and take care of your pregnancy. I will take care of the matters in the palace for you." Kangxi whispered in her ear, his tone firm but gentle.

Mingyu rubbed against him in his arms, like a lazy cat. She enjoyed Kangxi's tenderness and care, and her heart was filled with sweetness and happiness.

Kangxi patted Mingyu's back gently, one pat after another, as gently as if he was coaxing a child to sleep. Mingyu gradually relaxed, and her eyelids began to feel heavy.

"Xuanye..." Mingyu murmured in a daze, her voice as soft as a feather brushing across the water.

"Go to sleep, I'll stay with you." Kangxi whispered in her ear, his voice so gentle that it could drip water.

Mingyu closed her eyes peacefully, her breathing gradually became steady, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Kangxi looked at her peaceful sleeping face, and his heart softened. He carefully picked up Mingyu, put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt. Then, he sat by the bed, looking at her quietly, his eyes full of love and pampering.

Outside the window, the night deepened, a bright moon hung high in the sky, casting a cool glow. Inside the hall, it was warm as spring, and filled with the faint scent of soothing incense.

Kangxi stayed with Mingyu quietly until the sky was slightly bright. He stood up, kissed Mingyu's forehead gently, and then left the bedroom quietly.

After the court session, the Eighth Prince Yinsi went straight to Ruoxi's room in the Qianqing Palace. His steps were hurried, and the sound of his jade pendants hitting each other made a crisp sound, which was particularly clear in the silent palace corridor.

Yinsi was worried about Ruoxi.

He already knew that the Emperor, in a rage, slapped Ruoxi ten times and dragged her away yesterday, and he didn't know how she was doing now.

Yinsi saw Ruoxi kneeling in the yard, her body frail and trembling slightly. His heart tightened, and he stepped forward quickly: "Ruoxi, what's wrong with you?"

Ruoxi heard Yinsi's voice and slowly raised her head, revealing a red and swollen face. The blood at the corner of her mouth had dried, and it was particularly glaring on her fair skin. Her eyes were empty, as if she had lost all her vitality.

Yinsi took a deep breath. He had seen Ruoxi being cute and lively, and he had also seen her being sharp-tongued and arguing with others, but he had never seen her in such a state of disgrace. He felt a surge of pity in his heart, mixed with a bit of anger.

"Did the Emperor order the beating?" Yinsi asked in a low voice, with a hint of uncontrollable anger in his tone.

Ruoxi nodded slightly and said nothing.

Yinsi looked at her like this, and his anger grew stronger, but he could do nothing. He knew Kangxi's temper best. Once a decision was made, no one could change it. He sighed, took out a bottle of ointment from his sleeve, and handed it to Ruoxi: "This is a medicine for reducing swelling and blood stasis. Apply it quickly."

Ruoxi took the ointment and whispered, "Thank you, Master Eight."

Yinsi looked at her, wanting to say something but stopping himself. He knew Ruoxi must be feeling aggrieved and unwilling, but he didn't know how to comfort her.

He could only pat her shoulder gently and said softly: "Just rest and recover. I will take care of the rest."

Ruoxi raised her head, a trace of gratitude flashed in her eyes. Yinsi's gentleness and thoughtfulness warmed her cold heart.

She knew how rare it was to have someone who treated her sincerely in this treacherous palace.

Just as Yinsi was about to turn around and leave, he heard Ruoxi's weak voice behind him: "Eighth Master..."

Her voice was as light as a mosquito, with a hint of pleading.

Yinsi stopped and looked back at her with a questioning look in his eyes. Ruoxi struggled to stand up and walked to Yinsi step by step. Every step was like stepping on the tip of a knife, the pain was unbearable.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" His tone softened unconsciously.

Ruoxi hesitated for a moment, as if she was considering her words. She bit her lower lip, her eyes flickered, and finally spoke: "Eighth Master, this matter... was Mingyu's idea."

"Her again?!"

Yinsi's voice was low and filled with suppressed anger. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.