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Chapter 830: Startling Heart Mingyu 42

Minghui's heart trembled violently, and an indescribable pain and helplessness made her feel a little breathless. She straightened her back slightly and forced herself to calm down: "Since the Eighth Master thinks of her like this, then I dare to ask, if it is really my sister who makes you feel that she is obstructing you everywhere, do you have any evidence? If you are resentful based on speculation alone, Yinsi, your mind is too narrow."

Yinsi gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his forehead throbbing faintly. The rage in his heart was burning fiercely, but it was instantly extinguished by the cold water of reason.

The Guo Luoluo family has deep roots in the court, especially Minghui and Mingyu. The Guo Luoluo family behind them has always been an indispensable part of his future layout.

If I push Minghui and the Guo Luoluo family away because of my impulse, that would be destroying my own great wall and would be an unwise move.

Taking a deep breath, Yinsi suppressed the emotions that were surging in his heart. He glanced at Minghui coldly, and said with a gloomy tone: "Always remember that you are the Eighth Lady, the legitimate wife of Yinsi. You can protect your sister, but don't let her go too far."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left, striding towards another courtyard in the night.

Minghui bit her lower lip and tried hard to hold back the tears. She tightly grasped the cloak in her hand and shuddered slightly, as if even the last bit of warmth in her heart had been taken away by Yinsi's cold words just now.

She stood at the door in a daze, looking at her husband's back getting farther and farther away, and finally dropped her hands helplessly.

When Yinsi arrived at Ruolan's courtyard, his impatience and anger had already faded. There were several glazed palace lanterns lit in the courtyard, shrouding the surroundings in a soft and warm halo.

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In the deep palace, news always spreads extremely quickly.

After Kangxi and Mingyu had dinner, they were admiring the moon together when an inconspicuous secret guard appeared quietly in the corner of the Imperial Garden and reported to Kangxi and Mingyu everything that had happened in the Eighth Master's Mansion.

Mingyu's face instantly turned cold, and her almond-shaped eyes, which had originally been filled with a smile, were now filled with frost.

She stood up suddenly, and the teacup in her hand almost slipped, but fortunately Kangxi was quick to catch it.

he asked concernedly, with a hint of confusion in his tone.

Mingyu bit her lower lip, her chest heaving violently.

"He's gone too far!" She choked, unable to suppress the anger in her heart any longer.

"Sister had good intentions, how could he treat her like that? Just because of me, he actually... Humph! This is your good son!"

Kangxi gently held Mingyu's slightly cold hand and led her back to the chair, with a barely perceptible worry on his face. He whispered, "Yu'er, you are pregnant, don't let these trivial matters upset you. Just tell me what you want to say."

Mingyu lowered her eyelids, her hands tightly grasping her sleeves. Even after being helped to sit down, her chest still rose and fell. She bit her lower lip tightly, turned her head and said nothing.

"I am indeed ashamed that I have not been able to teach Yinsi well." Kangxi sighed, his tone low and mixed with a sense of self-blame.

"Don't worry, I will never let him be so rude."

Mingyu took a deep breath and suppressed her anger in her tone: "Your Majesty, I don't care about these things. How could I be sad about such trivial matters? My sister suffered cold words for me and was humiliated by her husband..."

Mingyu lowered her eyes, her nails tightly grasping a corner of the handkerchief. The red color embroidered with camellia was almost deformed by her fingertips.

Seeing this, Kangxi's expression remained gentle. He just turned slightly, put down the teacup, and held her hands.

"Yu'er, if you have anything to say, you might as well tell me directly." Kangxi's tone was tolerant and also carried an irresistible firmness.

Mingyu raised her eyes, which were filled with complicated emotions.

She hesitated for a moment, and finally whispered: "Your Majesty, my sister...I'm afraid she is not living a happy life."

She paused, her voice revealing an undisguised pain: "I think, if sister is willing, it would be better to let her divorce the Eighth Master. This is worse than suffering such humiliation."

Kangxi took a sip from the teacup, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "Yu'er, divorce is not a trivial matter. You know your sister's character. She has always been dignified and steady, and always puts the family first. Even if she has suffered some grievances, how could she say this lightly?"

Mingyu whispered, "I know that my sister is considering the overall situation, but this does not mean that she should endure these sarcasm for the rest of her life. Not only does the Eighth Prince have no intention of treating her well, he also vents his anger on her. If my sister is willing to divorce, I will protect her even if I have to do my best!

Kangxi listened to Mingyu's words, and a complex emotion flashed across his eyes. He stared at his wife in front of him. Yu'er, who was usually gentle and lovely, was now furious because of her sister's affairs, and even her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled into a "川" shape.

He sighed in his heart. His Yu'er really had a stubborn character, which made him feel distressed and helpless.

"Yu'er, I understand your feelings." Kangxi patted the back of her hand gently, his action was as gentle as the warm spring sun, but his tone turned solemn, with the majesty that only an emperor could have.

"But you know, this divorce not only concerns your sister and Yinsi, but also affects the situation in the court, and even the reputation of your Guoluo family in Manchuria."

Mingyu raised her head, her almond-shaped eyes staring straight into Kangxi's deep eyes, her tone revealing a spirit of not admitting defeat: "Your Majesty, my sister was willing to marry the Eighth Master for the sake of the Guo Luoluo family's honor and disgrace. Now that she has been humiliated, is she going to have to swallow her anger for the rest of her life? If it really comes to that, this honor and disgrace will no longer have any meaning!"

Kangxi did not answer him immediately. He let one of his hands cover her slightly cool fingertips, caressing her delicate and soft skin with his fingertips, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Mingyu felt a little anxious. She leaned forward slightly and gently tugged at his sleeve, saying in a coquettish tone, "Your Majesty, don't you love me the most? Don't you want me to be happier every day? If my sister can live well, I won't have to worry about anything!"

Kangxi watched her act so blatantly, and a complex warmth rose in his heart, and even a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his lips. Such Mingyu always made him unable to refuse.

Kangxi looked at the deep stubbornness and helplessness in Mingyu's eyes, and his heart softened. He sighed and made a decision to compromise. After all, he really couldn't bear to see Mingyu frowning and unable to sleep or eat because of this.

What's more, he already felt somewhat helpless and dissatisfied with his son Yinsi. Yinsi was ambitious but could not hide his lack of benevolence, which made it difficult for him to get close to him.