Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort-Chapter 240: Return of the King (Part 1)

Luodu, North City Gate.

The main street connecting the city gate is wide and smooth. On both sides of the street, shops stand in great numbers, with tea houses and taverns stretching endlessly. Cries and clamor rise and fall, lively and bustling.

An elegant room on the second layer of a tavern, with the window facing the street slightly ajar, seemingly with someone watching.

"Princess, we’ve come here for the third day already. The little Lord still doesn’t know when he will arrive; are you going to wait another day?" A palace maid walked behind the veiled woman sitting by the bed, and softly asked.

Her tone carried resentment for the woman she felt was being wronged.

"If you are unwilling to stay, you may leave." Qin Yiyao’s cool voice came, like a wind blowing from the snowy mountains.

The palace maid hurriedly knelt under her blue robe to plead: "I was wrong, Princess, please forgive me. I just worry for the Princess. Perhaps we should send someone to the Mu Mansion to inquire about the little Lord’s exact return time."

"No need." Qin Yiyao quickly refused, with a trace of panic in her tone.

It seemed that she did not want Mu Qingge to know about any of this.

The palace maid bit her lip, kneeling on the ground, looking up at Qin Yiyao’s stunning and cold profile, her eyes filled with heartache. She really couldn’t understand, their princess was so wonderful, the best woman in the world, why would the little Lord break off the engagement?

Even if the engagement had been broken, the princess still couldn’t let it go after so long.

These days, the entire person of the princess seemed to be encased in ice, warning off all strangers.

It seemed that only matters concerning the little Lord could bring a hint of veiled emotion to her face.

Seeing the princess like this, neither the noble consort in the palace nor Prince Rui seemed to care.

The more she thought about it, the more the palace maid felt wronged for her mistress, and her eyes suddenly became slightly red and damp.

Suddenly, Qin Yiyao’s voice came again, seemingly asking yet not asking: "The emissaries from Tu Country arrived three days ago, and I heard they have already proposed marriage to my father."

The palace maid looked up, stunned at her mistress.

She understood these words. But it was precisely because she understood that she felt afraid.

Propose marriage?

Does that mean Qin Country is to marry a princess to Tu Country?

But, in Qin Country, the only marriageable princess is their princess!

Wouldn’t that mean Princess Changle is to be married off to Tu Country?

"Princess, I heard that the climate in Tu Country is harsh, and the people are as savage as uncivilized barbarians. Most of the land is barren, and the common people are poor. Even among the noble families, most are unrefined. You are a favored child of heaven, how can you go to such a place? Why don’t we plead with the noble consort or Prince Rui... they are your mother and brother, they surely wouldn’t let you suffer." The palace maid said urgently.

"Plead with them?" Qin Yiyao whispered bitterly.

Perhaps, at this moment, they are eager for her to be taken away by Tu Country. In this way, wouldn’t her Imperial Brother finally get the troops he has fervently requested?

The struggle between her Imperial Brother and the Crown Prince was becoming increasingly fierce, and with the strong soldiers from Tu Country, the chances of victory would increase significantly.

Moreover, if she were really married to Tu Country, becoming a consort to the Crown Prince. Once the Tu Country Emperor passes, she could sit on the Empress’ throne. By then, it would be a deterrent to all of Qin Country, and her mother’s and brother’s positions would be more secure.

Qin Yiyao saw through everything, though she did not partake in these struggles, she understood it all clearly.

And knew that she was nothing more than a pawn.

To the ambition for power of her mother and brother, her role was merely a sacrifice for their great endeavors.