58 Useless Son

The onlookers' image of Princess You Yan was now completely crumbled.

"Can't you see the pitiful girl's crying!? Why are you still attacking her!?"

"How pitiful, being wrongly accused by this ugly woman!"

"Are you frightened, little girl? Don't worry, we'll protect you from this malice creature."

"All this time, we thought that our princess was a virtuous woman that is benevolent and kind-hearted."

"Who would have thought that she would be so two-faced and malicious!"

"See? I said that I work in one of the nobles' manor and overheard that Princess You Yan was a white lotus, but no believed me!"

"We believed you, how can we not? The white lotus princess is right in front of us!"

"Hey, hush! If the emperor finds us scolding his wonderful daughter, we'll be doom!"

"What doom? If the emperor covers for this vicious witch, we'll want him off the throne!"

"Stop! A revolt won't do any good!"

"But the emperor should know what's best to do if he wants to be loved by us commoners!"

The Tand Rue right now was no longer haughty and arrogance as she collapsed onto the ground. "Don't look at me....don't look at me...." Uncontrollably, she cried like a little baby that was worth pitying.

But, Zhu Xiao Wan didn't feel a bit of pity for her. Why should she? She disliked these type of unreasonable people.

This was less likely to happen if Tang Rue didn't consume the mung bean congee. Zhu Xiao Wan had drugged her food with a special pill - the Self-Discipline Free Pill.

She had gotten more interested in pharmacology, witnessing these novel drugs was quite satisfying when it was tested on such people.

Zhu Xiao Wan was ready to go find Zhuang Yang and the Ning siblings when Tang Rue once again rushed to her as soon as the men loosened their grips slightly. Her eyes were crazed and she shouted like how a maniac would, "Song Hui Yao loves me! It's you that bewitched him! He's confused! He told me that loves me!"

The people on the street watched the insane princess in contempt and disgust. "She's insane!"

The men hurriedly blocked her as they worried that the little girl would be scared again. If the lass was to cry, they wouldn't know what to do.

Zhu Xiao Wan sneered inside when she heard Tang Rue's exclamation. If Song Hui Yao really loved her, she wouldn't need to be a little sister that had a brother complex.

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After that day, Tang Rue locked herself within her room in the palace. While she isolated herself from the outside world, the reputation of Princess You Yan was ruined.

The description of her face had spread throughout every nook and cranny of the kingdom. Adults told it as a story to scare the children for being bad kids. Her impulsive words on that day were put into plays for the roles of a jealous woman to act.

The emperor was in distress because Noble Concubine You kept on begging him to save Tang Rue and to punish Prince Shen's little sister. The emperor didn't agree and avoided seeing her. Within a few days, Noble Concubine You seemed to age a couple years.

Empress Shui just snorted out laughing as she heard what'd happened from her servants. Turning to the young man sitting on the wooden sofa, she smiled, "Xiao'er, your fifth brother may not be in a good situation right now."

Tang Tian Xiao moved his gaze to where his mother was and said, "How can Fifth Younger Brother be laid-back when Mother Concubine is in such state?"

Empress Shui chuckled and yawned before saying, "But I've become quite impatient as the years go by."

"Mother, just wait for a bit longer," Tang Tian Xiao returned to look outside the window again at the sky. "This useless son of your will not disappoint you."

She tried to hold in her yawn, her eyes became slightly watery as she smiled while saying, "Mother believes that my useless son will surely give me a surprise."

He looked at his mother and sighed, "Mother, why don't you just go to sleep?"

"But it's still bright..." she mumbled. A second later, "It's fine, I've been sleeping in daylight for years."

"..."

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Holding a dip pen that was gifted from Pao Min; he bought it at an auction for about 50 silver coins. Roughly because the others didn't know how to use it and Pao Min got it with one reason in his head: it was beautiful for decoration. Scrutinizing the pen, Zhu Xiao Wan asked for some ink.

'Need to give him a reward...' She was pleased that she didn't have to write so big with the brushes.

Spreading out some papers, she nibbed the pen's nib into the ink and began to draw lines, five lines each row. From her memory, Zhu Xiao Wan copied down what she remembered; Kreisler, Paganini, Camille Saint-Sëans, Beethoven, Bach, and other composers' oeuvres.