The scheming empress starts by conquering men

In Qingzhu Garden, Shaodian Sishui closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

Listening to Yan Le and Zhong Moyao whispering.

"How is Shao Jincong's arrangement going?"

"Don't worry, Master. Shao Jincong will never dare to resist. Once he enters Hibiscus Pavilion, he will never come out intact."

"It's better to go outside and guard. If the great witch comes, please come in immediately."

"Here, I'll go right away, slave."

After Yan Le left, only Zhong Moyao and Shaodian Si Shui were left in the room.

Zhong Moyao's eyes were red, and he was furious because His Highness was so seriously injured, especially when he just came back and heard from the court physician that His Highness had injured his heart and there was no cure unless a great witch doctor came.

But the great sorcerer hasn't come yet. Zhong Moyao can feel the heat on Her Highness's forehead. He wets a soft handkerchief with shivering hands and cools her down over and over again.

Shaodian Sishui was not really having a fever. She was not asleep at this time, so she naturally heard what Zhong Moyao said.

She frowned slightly. Shao Jincong was actually locked up in Furong Pavilion.

Furong Pavilion was filled with assassins she had secretly trained, and he was imprisoned there to conceal his whereabouts.

What if that group of people mistakenly thought that Shao Jincong was disliked by her, then wouldn’t Shao Jincong be in danger?

How could she explain to Shao Chaogan? After all, Shao Chaogan was still her own man. No matter how disliked Shao Jincong was, now was not the time to make things awkward.

What's more, Shao Jincong cannot get into any trouble for the time being. He has to be kept to deal with Shao Dian and Hao Lan. Besides, the empress's drama has not yet ended, so Shao Jincong cannot get into any trouble.

Shaodian Sishui originally wanted to knock Zhong Moyao unconscious and go to bring Shao Jincong out personally.

But then she thought, there are spies of the empress in the palace, so she would not act rashly.

Then... think of Zhong Moyao's true love for her.

Shaodian Sishui really couldn't bear it.

However, in order to achieve her ultimate goal, she had to break his heart.

She pretended to talk in her sleep and grabbed Zhong Moyao's hand which was wiping her forehead.

"Jincong...Jincong..."

Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Fortunately, he spoke clearly and repeatedly called Shao Jincong's name.

Zhong Moyao was close by, so he naturally heard what His Highness shouted.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, lowered his head in disbelief and put his lips close to hers.

It was as if he thought that it was just an illusion and he had heard it wrong.

How could His Highness have a nightmare, and why would he call Shao Jincong's name during the nightmare.

"Jincong... don't be afraid... I'm here..."

When he heard His Highness' words again, Zhong Moyao's heart suddenly stopped, and he felt pain in his vertebrae. He raised his head in a trance, and his eyes were filled with tears that he didn't know whether they were from sadness or pain.

In short, my heart was broken at this moment, my whole body was numb, and I had no strength left.

The silk handkerchief in his hand was held tighter and tighter at this moment, and veins bulged on the back of his bony hand.

However, at this moment, he frowned slightly, and a hint of suspicion rose in his eyes.

No, since Her Highness loves Shao Jincong, why didn't she go along with the Emperor's arrangement of the marriage, but instead rejected it?

Do you want Your Majesty to let down his guard?

Zhong Moyao suddenly realized and figured it out in an instant.

Only if she truly loves Shao Jincong would she refuse to marry him, and her purpose is to make His Majesty relax his vigilance.

He sighed deeply and looked at the woman in front of him with pain in his eyes.

A Yao, ah A Yao!

Her Highness is so outstanding, but you are not the only one in her heart.

Thinking that she was such a proud person, she actually put herself in danger for Shao Jincong and even donated her own blood.

Zhong Moyao showed a bitter smile on his face and closed his eyes.

Since His Highness likes it, then he... will accept it.

Zhong Moyao opened his eyes, lowered his head and smiled, looking at her pale face, and wiped her face again with the handkerchief in his hand.

"Your Highness, you hurt yourself so much to get Shao Jincong. Do you know that I will also feel heartbroken?"

After saying just a few words with a trembling voice, Zhong Moyao closed his eyes, turned his face away, and opened his mouth to breathe heavily.

Tears slid down my eyelids drop by drop.

No one could understand the suppressed pain in his heart, no one could understand how much he loved her, and he never wanted her to get hurt in the slightest.

Even if she was in a bad mood, he would feel uncomfortable too.

But...but she put herself in danger for Shao Jincong, and even when she was unconscious and talking in her sleep, she was still thinking about Shao Jincong.

Did she ever think that he would feel heartbroken?

Tears slowly flowed down the bridge of Zhong Moyao's nose. He tilted his head to wash the handkerchief and shouted to the outside.

"Someone is coming."

Yan Le walked in quickly and looked at the young master.

"My Lord."

"Go and bring Shao Jincong here."

"Ah?" Yan Le was slightly stunned and asked in confusion; "Why? This is Qingzhu Garden."

"Go if I tell you to!" Zhong Moyao scolded coldly, looking at Yan Le sternly; "Go quickly!"

"Ah, yes."

This was the first time that Yan Le was frightened by his own master. He had never seen his master with such a gloomy expression, not even in the front hall just now.

Although he didn't know what happened, he knew that the young master must be very angry.

In Furong Pavilion, Shao Jincong curled up in a corner, his body covered with bruises, all from being beaten or pinched by the group of men.

He wanted to fight back, but for some reason, he was no match for the men.

They seemed weak, but every time he fought back, they would easily dodge it and even hurt him back.

Shao Jincong had some self-doubt. Why did he, who was respected by everyone in Beifa, become a waste after coming to Bian Jing?

Even a group of weak backyard men couldn't fight back.

"Hey, come here and wash my feet."

One of the men hooked his finger at Shao Jincong and called him over.

Shao Jincong squatted in the corner, not wanting to pay attention to him.

He had never washed anyone's feet except His Highness, so how could he have the nerve to ask someone to wash his feet?

But when he thought of that man's skills, Shao Jincong approached reluctantly.

"Hurry up, don't dilly-dally, do you still want to be beaten?"

Shao Jincong was startled and moved closer little by little.

Just as he stretched out his hand to wash the man's feet, the man raised his foot with a sly smile, quickly raised his foot, stepped on his head, and slammed him into the tub.

"Just you, you want to give me a bath."

“Gurgle…Mmmm…Gurgle…”

It was clearly a basin of water for washing feet, but Shao Jincong interpreted it as drowning.

Of course, he was indeed drowning, and he was unable to struggle free. No matter how he tried to retreat or struggle, he could not escape.

Just when Shao Jincong couldn't breathe and was about to faint.

"presumptuous!"

The door of Furong Pavilion opened at some point, and Yan Le appeared outside the door, shouting at the man in the hall.

"Master Yan Le, why are you here?"

The man let go of Shao Jincong in a flattering manner, quickly put on his shoes and walked forward.

Shao Jincong finally got a chance to catch his breath. He sat down on the ground, coughing and gasping for breath.

"Cough cough uh... cough cough uh cough cough... ugh..."

Yan Le snorted coldly, glanced at Shao Jincong unhappily, and waved at the servants behind him.

"You two, take Master Shao down to clean up."

The servant obeyed the order, stepped forward and carried Shao Jincong out.

Shao Jincong was passive from beginning to end.