After I traveled through the book, I fought back in the Hou Mansion

Chapter 465



Chapter 465

"What will happen one day?" Luo Shuiyao interrupted Lu Zhaozhao impatiently before she could finish her words.

"Lu Zhaozhao, I believe that I had no grudge against you when we first met. It was obviously you who refused to let me go time and time again, so why are you acting like I have harmed you now? Isn't it your own fault that you have ended up like this?" Her eyes were full of confusion.

Luo Shuiyao was genuinely confused. She had never felt she had offended Lu Zhaozhao, but where did this inexplicable hatred come from? And why was she so determined to kill her?

"Hahahaha!" Lu Zhaozhao burst into laughter when he heard this. Even though the wound on his face was affected and he gasped in pain, he refused to stop.

"You and I have no grudges? Luo Shuiyao! My mother and the Marquis' wife were clearly sisters, and the Marquis' wife clearly promised my mother that she would treat me like her own daughter! So why did you appear? If it weren't for you, I would be the only cousin of the Marquis's mansion, with the support of the Marquis's mansion and the opportunity to marry into a wealthy family! But it was you, a vixen with your charming mind, that brought me to this point! How dare you say that you have no grudges against me?"

"I hate you. I only hate that I didn't take you seriously from the beginning. I allowed you to win people's hearts and minds, causing me to fall step by step into this situation now! If I could do it again, from the first time we met, I would strangle you in your cradle!"

Lu Zhaozhao's eyes were red, and her nails dug deep into her palms. Drops of blood oozed out and dripped onto the quilt, blurring out into ferocious red plum blossoms. "You took away everything that should have belonged to me! The favor of the Marquis' Mansion, the praise of everyone, and..."

She suddenly stopped, and a whimper that sounded like crying and laughing escaped from her throat, "Do you think I just hate you for stealing my limelight? Luo Shuiyao, you will never know, I once dreamed that I was standing on a high place, owning everything, and you were lying on the street like mud! Thousands of people were riding on my crotch, and you... you ruined it all, why don't you be the same as in the dream, why don't you be as despicable as in the dream..." Lu Zhaozhao's eyes were red, the veins on her neck were bulging, and the madness in her eyes almost overflowed.

Seeing her so frantic, Ye Yunzhou's eyes instantly turned cold as a knife, and he moved in front of Luo Shuiyao. Luo Shuiyao could feel the warmth coming from his back, as well as his tense and alert posture.

Seeing this, Lu Zhaozhao laughed so hard that it could have cut through the air. "You're really protective of her! She's just a village girl who came out of nowhere. How dare she compete with me? She's just lucky. When I get better, I'm going to..." Her voice suddenly became hoarse and sinister. "I'm going to scratch her face and let everyone see how ugly she is!"

Lu Zhaozhao's frantic roar startled the Third Prince from his coma. He frowned as a sharp pain surged from somewhere in his body, like a surging wave, instantly sweeping through his entire body.

The Third Prince struggled to pry open his heavy eyelids. In a trance, he saw a woman with distorted eyebrows and an indistinct face. Fear overwhelmed his reason, and he ignored the pain in his body. He suddenly reached out and grasped the woman's snow-white neck tightly.

Lu Zhaozhao was caught off guard, making intermittent "ho ho" sounds from her throat, and slapping the third prince's chest with her hands in panic.

The Third Prince was even more terrified by her fierce resistance. His fingertips almost sank into her flesh, and his wrist, with bulging veins, tightened more and more.

Seeing Lu Zhaozhao's face turn purple and his eyes roll back, Ye Yunzhou frowned slightly, stepped forward quickly, and tapped the acupoints on the third prince's wrist with his fingertips like lightning.

The third prince's arm suddenly felt numb and he loosened his grip uncontrollably.

Lu Zhaozhao collapsed on the bed, coughing violently.

After this incident, the Third Prince finally regained consciousness. He turned his head to look at the bedside and realized that the person who had just stopped him was quite unfamiliar. And the familiar voice filled him with doubt. He looked over in disbelief, and once he saw the person clearly, he was shocked to realize it was Lu Zhaozhao.

The Third Prince's expression instantly grew serious, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and offer comfort. "Zhao Zhao..."

He looked at the layers of cloth wrapped around Lu Zhaozhao's face, and faintly visible traces of blood. Although he didn't know why, he guessed that she must have been injured.

Thinking of how he almost strangled her to death, the Third Prince's heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly comforted her: "Don't be afraid, Zhaozhao, I didn't recognize you just now, so..."

Listening to the Third Prince's words of comfort and guilt, Lu Zhaozhao's coughing gradually subsided. No, she couldn't offend the Third Prince—he was her only chance to turn things around. She forced herself to suppress her resentment, trying to appear weak, and tremblingly said, "Brother Chen, I'm injured. It hurts so much..."

Seeing that she was still as gentle and obedient as usual, the Third Prince vaguely thought that his previous madness was just a nightmare, that he was just frightened by an illusion. He no longer paid attention to Ye Yunzhou and Luo Shuiyao on the ground. He reached out and half-embraced Lu Zhaozhao in his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her.

At this moment, Lu Zhaozhao did not know that her appearance had been completely ruined. She was thinking that as long as she could hold on to the third prince, she would still have a chance to turn things around.

Because of this sudden change, the third prince temporarily forgot the pain of his wounds.

Seeing this, Luo Shuiyao really didn't want to stay any longer, so she pulled Ye Yunzhou's sleeve and quickly walked out of the house. Before the two of them had walked far, the Third Prince's shrill roar suddenly came from inside the house: "No, this is not true!"

Luo Shuiyao paused, a faint sneer curling up at the corner of her lips. She didn't need to go in to see why the Third Prince was so frightened.

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Since that day, although she had no idea how much Lu Zhaozhao had dreamed, she was somewhat curious, but that curiosity wasn't enough to prompt her to ask, and she never set foot in that room again. She could only hear occasional shrill roars from within, knowing without a doubt that they were most likely coming from the Third Prince. For someone who dreamed of becoming the Son of Heaven, now reduced to the status of a eunuch, such a blow would be unbearable for anyone.

At the same time, the past affection between the third prince and Lu Zhaozhao was completely torn apart as they spent time together day and night, and the former warmth disappeared.

Ever since Lu Zhaozhao learned of the Third Prince's injuries, she had instantly lost all hope and was no longer willing to be gentle and considerate to him. The Third Prince, already deeply wounded, had become increasingly distorted, and seeing Lu Zhaozhao's sudden change in attitude was even more difficult for him to accept. It was as if the feelings they had had for each other a few days had never existed.

However, all this trouble had nothing to do with Luo Shuiyao. Ye Yunzhou was kind enough to send doctors over every day. Even though the Third Prince resisted in every possible way, he still let the doctors in from time to time to treat him.

But every treatment was mostly in vain, as the Third Prince would not allow anyone to approach him. In contrast, Lu Zhaozhao was much stronger than the Third Prince. Even in difficult situations, she always treated the doctors with courtesy, hoping to heal the wounds on her face and completely eliminate the scars.


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