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Chapter 825: Startling Heart Mingyu 37

Seeing Mingyu's furrowed brows in anger, Minghui felt sad again. She quickly raised her hands to cover her trembling hands and softened her tone, "Mingyu, stop talking and listen to my advice. Now that you are the imperial concubine and you are pregnant with the emperor's child, you must pay attention to your body in everything. Don't hurt the fetus because of my little thing."

When Mingyu heard this, her misty almond eyes raised and she said angrily, "What do you mean by a small matter? How can it be considered a small matter to me if my sister is wronged? Besides, if the little one in my belly knew that her mother was incapable of protecting her aunt, she would probably look down on me when she was born!"

Minghui was amused by her for a moment, but then she said seriously: "Sister, you are still the same - don't care about anything, just act on passion. Although I am grateful that you stood up for me, the things in the back house are not easy to cause trouble. Not to mention Ruoxi..."

She paused, her brows knitted together, as if she was choosing her words: "Although she is somewhat arrogant, she is still Ruolan's sister. I can't embarrass Master Ba just because of my momentary depression, and I can't let the rumors outside the palace worry my family."

Minghui's words were bland and gentle, but like an invisible needle, Mingyu felt a dull pain in her heart. She always thought her sister was smart and virtuous, and knew how to make choices, but now she realized that this "sensible" was the result of so much forbearance and grievances.

Mingyu looked at Minghui's eyes, which were slightly red because of her forbearance, and her heart was bitter and angry. She had always been fearless, but she could not tell the complicated human hearts and the survival of the people in the palace clearly, so how could she protect her most beloved sister?

Thinking of this, her eyes dimmed, but her tone was still stubborn: "Sister, we can't let them bully you like this."

Minghui saw Mingyu's serious expression and was afraid that Mingyu might really cause trouble because of her.

Her heart softened, she gently patted Mingyu's hand, and said with a forced smile: "Sister, don't worry about me. I have lived half my life, what have I not seen? This is nothing. But you... now that you are the noble concubine and are deeply loved by the emperor, you should not get yourself into trouble for my sake."

Mingyu clenched her fists tightly when she heard this, almost tearing her handkerchief apart. She was a noble concubine, and in the eyes of outsiders, she was already wearing a phoenix crown and a red robe, and was extremely glorious.

But this time, she actually bullied her sister?

Although Mingyu agreed to Minghui on the surface, she had already made plans in her heart.

She casually took Minghui's hand and adjusted the white jade bracelet on her wrist. She said in a light tone, "Sister, since you are advising me like this, I will listen. But I always feel that you are too wronged to swallow your anger like this. It really makes me feel distressed."

"What are you complaining about?" Minghui said in a low voice, "They say that everything in the palace cannot be avoided without the word 'tolerance'. How can it be the same outside the palace? In the harem, it is also important to keep things peaceful."

Mingyu lowered her eyes and carefully examined the bracelet after hearing this. Her gaze slightly narrowed, hiding the coldness in her eyes. After a moment, she smiled nonchalantly and said, "Sister, your words are of course well-intentioned. I will naturally keep them in mind. However, when I think of you spending New Year's Eve alone, and that heartless Eighth Master enjoying the company of others, sister, tell me, how can I bear it?"

Minghui shook her head, her face gentle but with a hint of helplessness: "Mingyu, some things can't be solved by just making a fuss. The Eighth Master... is a man after all, and there are some things that can't be controlled too strictly."

Minghui sighed, with a barely perceptible bitterness in her tone: "Ruoxi is a clever girl. At first, I just thought she was used to living in the northwest wilds, so I didn't pay too much attention to her. But later... there seemed to be something unclear between her and the Eighth Master."

When Mingyu heard this, her eyes widened and she almost dropped the handkerchief in her hand: "What do you mean unclear? Sister, please explain clearly!"

She has always known that Ruoxi had a closer relationship with the Tenth Master, the Thirteenth Master, and the Fourteenth Master, so why is she now involved with the Eighth Master?

Seeing Mingyu so excited, Minghui quickly comforted her, "Sister, keep your voice down. Walls have ears. I also heard the servants gossiping about this matter. I don't know the details."

She paused, her tone becoming more hesitant. "It's just that the girl often goes in and out of Master Ba's study, staying there for most of the day, sometimes not coming out until late at night..."

The more Mingyu listened, the more she felt something was wrong. Ruoxi's mischievous appearance appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help feeling inexplicably irritated.

Mingyu suppressed her anger, and put on a smile that was more charming than the peach blossoms outside the palace. She held Minghui's arm affectionately and said softly, "Don't worry, sister, I won't worry about it. In this palace, stability is a blessing, and I don't want to get into trouble. Besides, the emperor treats me so well, how can I bear to let him worry about me?"

Minghui was relieved at this point, and sighed softly, "It's good that you understand. The emperor treats you sincerely, you must cherish it."

She patted Mingyu's hand, her eyes showing some relief and some worry: "But, in this deep palace, people's hearts are unpredictable. Living with the emperor is like living with a tiger. You must be careful in everything you do."

Mingyu nodded obediently, her eyes moving with gentleness: "I will remember what my sister taught me."

Mingyu affectionately escorted Minghui to the palace gate. When Minghui's procession disappeared from her sight, the smile on her face gradually faded, replaced by a hint of coldness.

She snorted lightly, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her lips: "Ruoxi? Oh, what a clever and eccentric Ruoxi! I want to see what waves she can stir up!"

Back at the Qianqing Palace, Mingyu became angrier and angrier. Her chest felt like a tangled mess that she couldn't sort out. She angrily threw the teacup in her hand heavily to the ground, and the crisp shattering sound was particularly harsh in the silent palace.

With a "pop" sound, the teacup broke into pieces, just like her chaotic mood at the moment.

The palace maid beside her knelt down on the ground in fear, trembling: "My Lady, please calm down..."

Mingyu took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in her heart, but she still felt an unknown fire burning in her chest.

Ruoxi's seemingly innocent face could not be erased from her mind. She never imagined that this seemingly weak woman would dare to put her hand on her sister's head!

Kangxi wanted to give Mingyu a surprise, so he didn't send anyone to announce it, and went straight to the back hall. When he pushed the door open, he saw Mingyu's face full of anger, broken porcelain pieces scattered on the ground, and several palace maids kneeling on the ground, trembling.