Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess

Chapter 14 Chu Mingcui

With Yu Wenhao leading, the carriage went straight into the gate of the imperial palace. Yuan Qingling

didn’t have much curiosity for the palace. She saw a long road and mottled red brick walls behind the

blown-up curtain.

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The glazed tile roofs reflected blinding lights under the sun.

The carriage stopped. Yuan Qingling took a deep breath and was helped by Lv Ya to get off.

The sun shined on the vermilion walls, and the golden glazed tiles in the distance reflected the dazzling

light. Like a ghost avoiding light, Yuan Qingling raised her hand to block the sunlight.

Yu Wenhao also got off the carriage. The carriage and horses were tied here, while they continued to

move on.

When they arrived right outside the Cloud Palace, Lv Ya whispered, "Your Grace, I have to stop here.

Be careful."

Yuan Qingling understood that the Cloud Palace was where the Retired Emperor lived. Outside of the

palace, it was already packed with servants from various noble houses. She took a deep breath and

followed Yu Wenhao inside step by step.

After passing by a yard with lush vegetation, they entered the Main Hall. There was a houseful of

people inside. Yuan Qingling saw all of them wearing luxurious clothes but sad faces.

Thanks to the memories of the original owner, she could recognize most of them.

The one in cyan silk and satin clothes with a solemn expression on his face was Prince Yu Wenjun.

He’s the eldest son of Emperor Mingyuan. He was thirty years old and his mother was Concubine Qin.

He married Lord Ma's eldest daughter. His wife and his mother were standing next to him with two

children.

Prince Yu Wenwei, Prince Yu Wendu, and Prince Yu Wen’an were here, all with their wives and

children.

The vibe was solemn, they nodded slightly at each other, no chatting.

All of a sudden, Yuan Qingling noticed that Yu Wenhao became stiff and his eyes looked aside. His

face was rigid and he looked a bit uneasy.

Yuan Qingling looked at the door and saw a couple coming in.

The man was about nineteen years old, with dashing eyebrows and bright eyes. He was masculine and

looked even nicer in the white brocade outfit which accentuated his masculine figure.

He held the woman next to him tightly with his hand. She was wearing her hair in a bun fixed by a

dotted emerald butterfly hairpin. a light blue cloud-patterned Her light blue satin dress had exquisite

cloud and flower pattern on it, and she was wearing a pair of satin shoes with cloud patterns dotted by

pearl.

Her charming face was ruddy on both cheeks, each with a coral earring on the side dangling as she

walked. The coral redness made her look more graceful and elegant.

As soon as she walked in, she overshadowed all the other women in the house.

The residue of the memories reminded Yuan Lingqing that these two were Prince Yu Wenqing, and his

wife, Chu Mingcui.

Chu Mingcui was the woman Prince Yu Wenhao adored. A year ago, after Yu Wenhao married Yuan

Qingling, she married Prince Wenqing.

As she walked in, she and Yu Wenhao made eye contact. She looked clever, calm, and attractive, but

with a tinge of sadness.

Yu Wenhao was stiff. His breath was getting faster and faster. When he finally looked away, his gaze

fell on Yuan Lingqing, filled with resentment and hatred.

Yuan Qingling lowered her eyes slowly.

No one noticed what happened at that moment, including Prince Wenqing. After he nodded to the other

concubines and princes, he stood aside and turned to the curtain of the cella.

Yuan Qingling felt dizzy. She tried to calm down, but could barely stay clear-minded. She

subconsciously caught Yu Wenhao's hand, only to be ditched away without hesitation. She staggered

on her feet and struggled to keep herself balanced, which looked quite embarrassing.

People looked at her with pure contempt.

Just by then, A gentle hand supported her. The smell of agarwood filled her nose in an instant. She

heard a soft and intoxicating voice. "Are you alright? Do you feel well?"