The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant

The Princess Consort was bathing, but heard some noise outside, as if someone was trying to break in, and she couldn’t help but pause and glance toward the entrance of the restroom.

”Prince, Prince, the Princess is bathing,” the maid at the door shouted in a panic.

Xia Houzhe had already barged in: ”Move.”

Wan Chun, who was serving by the Princess Consort’s side, also showed a face full of panic, stretching out her hands to block him, saying, ”Prince, Prince.”

”You move too!” Xia Houzhe forcefully pushed her aside, knocking her to the ground, where she hit the clothing rack beside, causing a crash with things scattering all over, her forehead even scratched open, bleeding profusely.

With no one left to obstruct him, Xia Houzhe smoothly arrived at the bath barrel and leaned down.

The Princess Consort’s face was pale, and she couldn’t help sinking lower into the water, covering the spring scene below her neck, her eyes looking at him with panic.

Xia Houzhe stared into her eyes, reached out his fingers to touch them, saying, ”These eyes are indeed beautiful.”

Princess Consort: ”...”

How did a good person suddenly go mad?

Cool fingers brushed by her eyes, and the Princess Consort couldn’t help closing them, nervously swallowing.

Yet, a certain madman gripped her chin, forcing her to open her eyes and face him.

”Prince,” Wan Chun crawled up from the ground and rushed over.

Xia Houzhe kicked her away, leaned down, and bit the Princess Consort’s pale lips.

The Princess Consort closed her eyes again, a tear slipped down her cheek, thinking that this day had finally come.

She sat numbly in the bath barrel, her hands gripping the inner wall of the barrel, thinking, so be it, as being bitten by a dog.

Xia Houzhe also found it boring, released her, and laughed sarcastically: ”The Princess is quite composed, do you think this is your duty as a Princess?”

The Princess Consort looked at him without saying a word.

Xia Houzhe stared at her for a while, snorted heavily, and turned to leave.

Watching him leave the restroom, the Princess Consort finally dared to take a breath, her body sliding down weakly until the water covered her lips.

”Mistress, Mistress, are you alright?” Wan Chun came over, clutching her abdomen.

The Princess Consort saw blood on her face and extended her hand: ”Let them in to help me dress, and call the mansion’s doctor, you’re hurt.”

”This servant is fine, let me help you out first,” Wan Chun took her hands, carefully helping her out of the bath barrel, then picked up a large cloth from the ground to wrap around her, looked down and exclaimed: ”Blood, blood.”

The Princess Consort looked down the line of her sight to see that her fingernail had just broken, was bleeding, and hurting a bit.

Inside the restroom, there was chaos.

After the mansion’s doctor arrived, bandaging up both the Princess Consort and Wan Chun, he departed.

”No rumors about the restroom incident,” the Princess Consort said to the attendants: ”If found, immediate expulsion from the Dawn Court.”

”Yes.”

”Withdraw, Wan Chunshall stay by my side.”

The maids retreated.

Wan Chun watched the Princess Consort’s bandaged hand, sniffing and sobbing, tears streaming.

”Enough, you’re more injured than I am, should I cry with heartache then?” The Princess Consort playfully teased her.

Wan Chun glared at her, not soothed.

”You never suffered such humiliation before.” Her heart cursed the Prince Min thoroughly, thinking his former grace was eaten by dogs?

The Princess Consort said: ”Verbal humiliation I’ve suffered plenty, gotten used to it.”

”How is this the same, this is after all...”

”I’m still a Princess, if he truly wants, I have no right to refuse,” the Princess Consort lowered her gaze. She cared little about the physical, only about Prince Min’s attitude.

The change in his disposition was too great, making her feel increasingly unfamiliar and unreadable, even somewhat fearful.