It was a small box, about the size of half a fist. It was not anything else, but her missing medicine box.
How could this be? Why did the medicine box become smaller and hide in her sleeve?
Yuan Qingling's numb body was suddenly covered in goosebumps.
There were footsteps behind her. She hurriedly stuffed the small medicine box back into her sleeve.
"This servant will send the Consort out," Lv Ya supported her. "This servant will plead with the Prince, to allow me to enter the palace together with you."
Yuan Qingling's mind was in chaos, she did not know what Lv Ya was saying at all, she just nodded absentmindedly, and followed her out.
After passing through arched gates, walking along corridors, making turns, they finally arrived at the front gate.
A carriage was already prepared and waiting at the gate. Yuwen Hao was not sitting in the carriage, but on a black spirited horse instead.
He wore a light purple robe, a gold and jade crown. His face was as dark as stormy weather, and his eyes contained impatient anger. Seeing her arrive, he just glanced at her coldly and said in a cold voice, "Prepare to set off."
"Your Highness, does this servant need to follow you into the palace?" Lv Ya bravely asked.
Yuwen Hao looked disdainfully at Lv Ya, "Might as well, so the Empress Dowager won't ask about the consummation. You can testify."
There were nearly ten servants seeing them off at the manor gate, including the household official Tang Yang. Yuwen Hao said this right in front of them, completely disregarding how ashamed Yuan Qingling would feel.
Yuan Qingling did not show any expression, her muscles were nearly stiff, no matter how ashamed she felt, she could not make a shameful expression.
Lv Ya supported her onto the carriage. The moment the curtains fell, she looked up and saw the hatred in Yuwen Hao's eyes, as well as the schadenfreude on the faces of the manor servants looking at her.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and Yuwen Hao's words echoed in her ears.
The original owner Yuan Qingling was very beautiful. How much must Yuwen Hao hate her, that he needed medication to consummate their marriage with her?
How humiliating must this be for the original owner?
No wonder she wanted to commit suicide.
She gradually sorted through the original owner's memories along the journey, trying hard to steady her mind.
After a long while, she softly sighed, and opened her eyes.
So it turns out, Yuwen Hao hated her this much, and it was for a reason.
It would not be an exaggeration to describe the original owner as obsessively stubborn. She decided she wanted to marry Yuwen Hao when she was thirteen and saw him for the first time. If it was a mutual affection, it would not have been a bad thing. But the one Yuwen Hao liked was Chu Mingcui from the Chu family. In order to achieve her goal, the original owner schemed and falsely accused Yuwen Hao of taking her chastity at the Princess' birthday banquet. A woman's chastity was above all else. The Princess had no choice but to report this incident to the Emperor. Yuwen Hao's reputation as a gentleman was ruined, and he had to give up his beloved to marry her.
The current Son of Heaven had not established a Crown Prince. Yuwen Hao was young and accomplished, and had achieved military merits on the battlefield. The Emperor had thought highly of him initially. But now with his reputation in ruins, it would be nearly impossible for him to become Crown Prince.
Ruining someone's future, severing someone's romantic fate, how were these not heinous crimes? No wonder Yuwen Hao hated her to the bone, and used various means to humiliate her.
Yuan Qingling, your suffering was brought upon yourself!
Listening to the clopping of hooves along the way, Yuan Qingling only felt a numb, icy coldness in her heart. Being reborn into another world also made her feel deep anguish and confusion. She did not know what to do for the moment.
She reached into her sleeve and stroked the medicine box that had suddenly shrunk. Only then did she feel a trace of security in her heart.
The wind was strong, blowing the curtains about. She saw Yuwen Hao's back as he rode his horse, upright and resolute. His jet black hair and golden jade hairpin shone brightly under the sun.
That man would be her nightmare, at least for a while.
She slowly clenched her fists. If she did not break free of this predicament, she would probably only have a road to death. So she could not afford to be weak or panic.
