Chapter 43: He Would Hurt

Chapter 43: He Would Hurt

"Your Grace, this is everything about the Princess Consort, from her childhood to now. I've had people inquire throughout the entire Northern City, leaving no stone unturned. However, my lord, I find it rather peculiar..." Jia Chu handed over a thick stack of papers to Shang Rongyu.

Shang Rongyu took them, glanced at a couple of pages, and raised his eyebrows upon hearing this. "What's wrong?"

Jia Chu respectfully said, "Your Grace should take a look before I say more."

Shang Rongyu quickly scanned through the records on the paper.

It meticulously documented Bai Yu's life from birth to marriage, detailing every event in an orderly fashion.

But there was indeed something strange...

The Bai Yu described here was a lively and adorable troublemaker, bearing no resemblance to the current Princess Consort's character.

He found it hard to imagine Bai Yu cursing for three days and nights before a bandit's den.

He also struggled to envision Bai Yu climbing onto a flower stand to snatch a lantern, laughing at the defeated men around her, calling them cowards. What kind of scene would that be?

This Bai Yu knew no etiquette, acting without fear or caution, like a savage village girl. But the current Bai Yu was well-versed in literature, poised, and graceful, a true lady of high society...

Could an arranged marriage transform a person so drastically?

He didn't think so.

Wasn't that akin to having a completely different mind?

A person's character might be significantly influenced by their upbringing, but he could overlook Bai Yu's personality; what he couldn't ignore was her knowledge.

According to these papers, Bai Yu couldn't even recite the Three-Character Classic at ten years old. Yet, the person she was now was intelligent, knowledgeable, and well-read. Even the old men from the Water Conservancy Bureau, who never praised anyone, complimented her as a 'mysterious genius' during the banquet at the Duke's Palace.

One could force a certain character, but how could one fake knowledge, upbringing, and demeanor?

In the past, his heart was entirely focused on the Princess Consort, overlooking many clues. Now, thinking carefully, things did seem off.

The tactics the Princess Consort used against Duke Bai were both ruthless and precise. If she possessed such skills, how could she have allowed that concubine to rise in status and let Duke Bai deceive and abuse her mother?

The person described on this paper was completely different from the one he had seen.

He flipped through a few more pages, which listed Bai Yu's close acquaintances.

His gaze fell once again on "Ran Qinggu."

There was little information about Ran Qinggu, only a few lines.

For instance, she rarely left her residence.

For instance, she was bedridden and extremely frail.

For instance, she preferred wearing white clothes.

One entry was from a man who supplied firewood to the old residence, stating that Ran Qinggu was very cold-sensitive. Whenever he delivered firewood, she wouldn't allow him to open the door too wide because the wind would rush in.

His eyes returned to the phrase "rarely leaves her residence."

When Bai Yu's cousin visited last time, he showed no signs of being someone who rarely left his residence.

On the contrary, he seemed to enjoy joining in on the fun.

He continued reading further down.

Bedridden and extremely frail.

Ha, that person was as strong as an ox, even developing pectoral muscles. He was probably much healthier than his Princess Consort...

Suddenly realizing something, he scrutinized the paper back and forth.

But there were only a few words on that page.

Jia Chu respectfully said, "Your Grace, I believe the current Princess Consort isn't the real Princess Consort. I'm worried..."

Shang Rongyu's voice was colder than ice. "Speak."

Jia Chu: "I'm concerned that someone might be plotting against the Duke's Palace."

Shang Rongyu fiercely crumpled the stack of papers. "You know my methods. If there's a single lie on this, I'll make you understand just how blissful death can be..."

Jia Chu hastily knelt. "If there's a single falsehood, may my entire family perish without a grave."

Shang Rongyu raised an eyebrow. "Get up."

Jia Chu stood up. "I felt something was amiss with this matter, so I found an old man from the Northern City who used to deliver vegetables and fruits to the Princess Consort's old residence and brought him to the capital. Your Highness, he must recognize the Princess Consort. Shall we bring him in..."

An old man was led in by two servants. Seeing Shang Rongyu reclining on the couch, he immediately knelt. "This humble villager greets the noble sir."

Jia Chu hadn't informed Shang Rongyu of his true identity, so the old man, judging by his attire, assumed he was a high-ranking official and addressed him as such.

Shang Rongyu waved his hand. "Rise."

The old man stood up. "What does the noble sir need from me?"

Shang Rongyu unfolded a painting of Ran Qinggu. "Do you recognize the woman in this painting?"

The painting depicted a beautiful woman standing under a blood-red plum tree, looking up at a branch as if something caught her attention amidst the layers of plum blossoms. The crimson petals showered down, covering her shoulders and body.

That scene was the most unforgettable image in Shang Rongyu's life.

In his spare time, he had drawn hundreds of sketches, redoing them whenever he was slightly dissatisfied, until he finally produced this one.

Yet in his eyes, the painting still failed to capture even half of the Heir Consort's charm.

The old man looked at it, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter. "This person..."

Shang Rongyu couldn't help but panic, his hand resting on the edge of the chair trembling uncontrollably as he mustered all his strength to hold onto the painting...

The old man: "It looks a bit like someone."

Shang Rongyu asked anxiously, "Who does it look like?"

The old man hesitated. "A bit like the Heir Consort's cousin."

Assuming Shang Rongyu didn't know who the Heir Consort's cousin was, he explained, "He's a man who likes to wear white clothes and is very good-looking. Unfortunately, he's quite sickly. But I've never heard of him having a sister or anyone else for that matter..."

Jia Chu hurriedly said, "Take another careful look..."

The old man: "Although I'm old, my eyesight and memory are still pretty good. The person in this painting looks very much like Young Master Ran. He lives a secluded life, and I've only seen him six or seven times in the three or four years I've been delivering vegetables and fruits to the Bai family's old residence. But each time, I remember clearly. This young master is so handsome that it's hard not to remember him. It's just a pity that he's so sickly..."

Shang Rongyu took back the painting. "When was the last time you saw him?"

The old man smiled. "Probably after the Heir Consort got married. You know about the Heir Consort, right? She's Duke Bai's daughter, and she married the Heir of King Cheng."

Shang Rongyu nodded. "I know."

The old man: "After that, I heard he went traveling around. Oh, the whole Northern City has been talking about how he left to escape his heartbreak. I wonder how the Heir Consort's lively and boisterous personality is faring in the palace?"

Shang Rongyu raised an eyebrow. "Lively and boisterous Heir Consort?"

The old man nodded. "Yes, maybe she's more restrained now that she's in the palace. Back in Northern City, she used to cause quite a ruckus... She could stay up late with her cousin's maid, dressing up as ghosts to scare the night watchman..."

Shang Rongyu fell into deep thought, saying softly, "I see, thank you. Jia Chu, give him some money."

The old man grinned from ear to ear with the reward. "Thank you, sir, many thanks, sir. Could you send me back to Northern City? This mountain road is long, and my legs aren't what they used to be."

Jia Chu: "There will be guards to escort you back."

The old man quickly thanked him. "Thank you, sir."

Shang Rongyu stared intently at the painting on the table.

The person in the painting looked up, with plum blossoms falling on his shoulders.

He was so beautiful...

And so unique!

Jia Chu tentatively called out, "Heir?"

Shang Rongyu was in turmoil. "Jia Chu, I'm a bit confused right now."

He had just heard that person say they liked him.

He had just decided that he would treat him well for the rest of his life. Despite his dislike for children, he was willing to accept theirs.

He had even planned to take his Heir Consort to see the mountains and rivers she had never seen once she gave birth safely. In this life, whatever she said would be done...

He had stolen countless glances at the Heir Consort's sleeping face in the dead of night, secretly grateful in his heart that the woman under the hundred-year-old plum tree was his Heir Consort.

They had exchanged vows and spent their days together.

They had consummated their marriage, and from then on, they would share their lives, growing old together without ever parting.

She was so special.

So different, as if wherever she was, everything became beautiful.

But now, thinking of another possibility...

Why did the Heir Consort never want to undress in front of him...

Why did the Heir Consort not want to consummate their marriage?

Why was the Heir Consort always cold and prone to illness?

His heart was filled with knots.

Each one harder to untangle than the last.

He wanted to go back and ask the Heir Consort for clarity, but he dared not. He feared the answer might not be the one he wanted...

Jia Chu knelt respectfully, ready to face whatever came next. "Heir, you can't hesitate any longer. The safety of the palace is at stake; you must make a decision soon."

Something seemed off about this situation, and he didn't know what the current Heir Consort's intentions were in approaching the palace and the Heir.

But in his view, this person must have ulterior motives.

Shang Rongyu's mind was in chaos, his gaze fixed on the painting.

The person in the painting was beautiful.

And unique.

Unique to the point where he felt blessed just to breathe the same air as him.

He was never indecisive, yet now he didn't know what to do?

==

Shang Rongyu didn't return to the palace for three days. On the fourth day, at dusk, he stepped over the threshold of the palace gate.

Never before had he felt his steps so heavy, each one causing mountains to crumble and the earth to sink.

When he arrived at the Sinking Fish Pavilion, his Heir Consort was lost in thought on the swing.

In early spring, the sun was warm, the evening breeze gently caressed, making his clothes flutter. The sunset painted half the sky red, its lingering glow enveloping him in a halo of light.

Shang Rongyu approached, but Ran Qinggu still hadn't noticed.

Shang Rongyu followed his gaze to a red plum tree outside the Sinking Fish Pavilion that had just finished blooming.

The withered plum blossoms hung precariously from the branches, their twilight hues making them appear old and frail.

Shang Rongyu embraced Ran Qinggu from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. "What are you looking at? So absorbed, is it more beautiful than your husband?"

Ran Qinggu came back to reality, not resisting as he remained in Shang Rongyu's embrace. "Why has the Heir come?"

Shang Rongyu nibbled on Ran Qinggu's earlobe. "I missed you, so I came."

He changed the subject. "Yu'er, I've seen you frequent the music shop recently, yet I haven't heard you play. Why is that?"

Ran Qinggu smiled. "I go there to listen to others play. There are several musicians Yu'er likes very much."

His hands were already crippled, unable to even hold a sword, let alone play an instrument.

Shang Rongyu chuckled. "Is that so? I thought Yu'er had an old flame outside... But that music shop, the person behind it, is the Third Prince, isn't it?"

Ran Qinggu turned to look at Shang Rongyu, surprised and astonished.

The mastermind behind the music shop was a southern merchant.

The Third Prince, or any of them for that matter, had no connection, no clues leading to them. How did Shang Rongyu find out?

But after a brief moment of shock, he returned to his usual calm. "If the Heir has questions, ask them directly."

Seeing his brief shock turn into a lack of desire to deceive him further, Shang Rongyu's anger flared. He tightened his grip on Ran Qinggu, holding him so tightly he wanted to meld him into his own body, suffocating Ran Qinggu.

Ran Qinggu heard him grind out the question by his ear. "Who are you?"

It seemed Shang Rongyu had already investigated him.

He knew he wasn't Bai Yu...

Ran Qinggu didn't want to deceive him anymore.

Word by word, he said, "My name is Ran Qinggu."

Shang Rongyu's heart shook violently, even biting harder into Ran Qinggu's earlobe, drawing blood.

This person's voice wasn't as soft or delicate, but rather a neutral tone. Upon closer examination, he could discern that this was a man.

His Heir Consort, who shared his bed night after night, was actually a man?

Or rather, his cousin Ran Qinggu, whom he had been jealous of day and night.

He had been jealous of his cousin countless times, never expecting him to be right in front of him.

How dare he toy with and deceive him like this...

Ran Qinggu sighed. "That was a fake name. My surname is Qing. Heir, do you know who I am now?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Rongyu was even more stunned.

Surnamed Qing!

He once believed he was his Heir Consort, Bai Yu.

Never would he have thought he was Bai Yu's cousin, Ran Qinggu.

He assumed his name was Ran Qinggu, unable to fathom his identity or understand his connection to the Third Prince, but he never expected him to be surnamed Qing.

"Qinggu is my name," Ran Qinggu said firmly through gritted teeth. "I'm the youngest son of Marquis Dingbei, Qing Yi."

He didn't know why he emphasized his name so strongly.

Perhaps given Shang Rongyu's temperament, upon discovering he had been deceived and realizing the person he had shared a bed with for so many days was a man, he would kill him. By revealing his name, he hoped Shang Rongyu would remember it.

Everything about him was false, except for this name.

"What was your purpose in entering the Wang Manor?" Shang Rongyu asked, her words forced through clenched teeth.

"To survive," Ran Qinggu replied calmly. "Five or six years ago, on Beipogang, I was on the brink of death when I was saved by the Third Prince. I promised him I would help him kill the Crown Prince. If I entered the capital as a man or under another identity, I would surely be discovered... Just as we were at a loss, the Emperor granted us a marriage."

"You've met Bai Yu, the cousin Ran Qinggu who came to the capital before. She didn't want to marry; she only wanted to be a free swallow. Conveniently, I needed an identity to cover for me and a powerful backer to facilitate my actions, so after Bai Yu fled her wedding, I took her place."

"When I was twelve, my family suffered a calamity, and for the next five or six years, I was bedridden every day, my health severely depleted. At the age when I should have been growing, I spent all my time fighting against the forces of hell. That's why my figure resembles that of a woman, and even my voice, if I speak in a high-pitched tone, is hard to distinguish. With this, I deceived everyone..."

Shang Rongyu: "So you rarely spoke long sentences and liked to drink pear juice? And how did you hide your male identity?"

Ran Qinggu nodded. "Yes, speaking in a high-pitched voice is quite taxing on the throat. I run out of breath by the end of long sentences, so I don't particularly enjoy talking. Drinking pear juice is simply to soothe my throat. Also... the imperial physician, Wang Taiyi, who frequently came to take my pulse, is aligned with the Third Prince. He has been secretly helping me, which is why I haven't been exposed. Didn't you notice that it was always the same physician coming to the Wang residence to take my pulse?"

"So you refused to consummate the marriage because you were afraid of exposing your identity?" Shang Rongyu's voice was cold and indifferent. His strong arms held Ran Qinggu tighter like shackles, choking him until his face paled and his breathing became labored.

"You didn't even consider what would happen if your identity was discovered when you took her place, because at first, you planned to—kill me. My beloved Heir Consort, am I right?"

Ran Qinggu neither confirmed nor denied it.

Shang Rongyu sneered and questioned, "Then why didn't you kill me later?"

Ran Qinggu: "Later, I realized you weren't the wastrel they said you were. Your literary and martial skills were both top-notch. Not to mention killing you, I couldn't even withstand two moves from you."

Shang Rongyu sneered in ridicule, "You do have self-awareness."

"Of course..." Due to the lack of oxygen, Ran Qinggu's vision went white before him. He struggled to maintain his composure, "Because I'm... a cripple."

Shang Rongyu's heart ached uncontrollably.

After a moment, he released Ran Qinggu but kept his arms tightly around him, as if afraid he would run away.

Suddenly, he thought of the scar on Ran Qinggu's wrist and how he couldn't even lift a thin sword.

How could Marquis Dingbei, who had seen blood and battlefields, not teach his own son martial arts?

He also remembered the sickly figure that everyone in Beicheng talked about, clinging to life with the help of medicine, and how Lady Lu told him that the Heir Consort had suffered a severe blow without any emotional fluctuation...

What kind of willpower did this person rely on to survive, and live such a difficult life?

Ran Qinggu, breathing fresh air, leaned against the swing frame, his back against Shang Rongyu's chest, coughed desperately.

"Haven't you investigated the scars on my hands?" He pulled up his sleeve, revealing the two scars that were still clearly visible despite being covered by cosmetics, "My tendons were severed when I was twelve years old, and there are countless broken bones in my body. I've been living on borrowed time, relying on medicine to keep me alive. I know I can't kill you, so I try to play along with you."

Shang Rongyu's hands tightly restrained Ran Qinggu, "Have you never considered your own escape route? You're ready to die, aren't you? What if I was a violent man forcing you? What if..."

Ran Qinggu smiled, "I actually died in that heavy snowfall. The past five or six years of my life have been stolen time. No one knows when God will come to take me, so I never leave myself an escape route, nor do I leave one for others."

Shang Rongyu was speechless, "If that's the case, why... divorce me? Wouldn't it be more advantageous for you to continue playing along with me? Since you won't leave a way out for others, I, Shang Rongyu, am nothing more than a stepping stone in your killing field..."

Ran Qinggu's voice was light, "Yes, it should have been like that, but every time I face you, I feel alive... Ever since I survived on Beipogang, I didn't know what normal human emotions were, or what people need. I tried hard to live like a person, and I tried hard to imitate humans, but I found it all fake... Aunt treated me so well, yet my heart felt empty. Bai Yutao amused me all day, but I remained unmoved. I thought it was because I was buried in hatred, but when I killed those executioners with various cruel methods, I felt no stir in my heart. I didn't find the sight of blood and brains mixed with mud cruel, nor did I feel the pleasure of revenge. I don't know what happiness or sorrow is, nor do I know what joy or suffering is... But later, when I faced you, I suddenly found many strange expressions appearing on my face, stiff but mine..."

"I realized that happiness doesn't necessarily have to be expressed with a smile. Worry doesn't have to be spoken aloud. When moved, my heart feels strangely heavy, as if under a mountain, yet floating in the clouds, filled with honey. When scared, my heart feels panicked and chaotic..."

"The divorce was just so you wouldn't get too involved. I'm afraid you won't be able to face yourself in the future... You're different from me. I'm a person without relatives or friends, without lovers or parents, without a home, and without a future. But you have everything I envy... So I don't want you to hate me in the future."

Shang Rongyu was stunned, heartbroken, angry, and resentful...

A myriad of thoughts surged up.

He didn't know whether he hated Ran Qinggu more for deceiving him or pitied him more for living such a difficult life...

Ran Qinggu held onto Shang Rongyu's arm, touched his wrist, and guided his wrist to his throat, smiling bitterly, "I lied to you. Now I can't escape. You can kill me anytime. I won't blame you. This is what I brought upon myself..."

Shang Rongyu only realized when his hand reached the throat that this person actually had an Adam's apple, albeit small, like a woman's.

Twelve years old.

It should have been the best age for growth and development, but this person spent it on a sickbed. No wonder he was so weak and slender like a beautiful woman...

Now this person's neck was under his hand.

Pale and slender.

As long as he squeezed lightly, this person would die.

But he was afraid...

He was afraid that he would leave like this, but he couldn't forgive his deception, nor did he know how to face the Heir Consort, now revealed to be a man...

After a long while, Shang Rongyu released Ran Qinggu and strode out of the Sinking Fish Pavilion, "You'd better not do anything detrimental to the Prince's Mansion, otherwise, I won't let you off."

Ran Qinggu watched the man stride out of the Sinking Fish Pavilion.

The sunset draped him in red.

So red...

And so resolute!

When Shang Rongyu walked out the door, it started drizzling.

The rain was fine and clear, wetting his clothes and hair.

Jia Chu held an umbrella for him and called out, "Heir."

Shang Rongyu walked through the rain curtain toward the Ministry of Justice, "Don't mention the matter of the Heir Consort to anyone, including Father and Mother. If anyone else finds out, beware of your family's lives."

Jia Chu looked puzzled, but after a long while, he obediently bowed his head, "Yes."

He had followed Shang Rongyu since he was young, and for Shang Rongyu's orders, he always said yes.

Shang Rongyu had his reasons for doing so.

When Shang Rongyu arrived at the Ministry of Justice, it was already dark.

Yao Wang came out from the back hall of the prison, covered in blood. Seeing Shang Rongyu, he sighed, "Why aren't you at home with the Heir Consort? How do you have time to visit the Ministry of Justice?"

Ever since he learned that the Heir Consort was pregnant, this man didn't even come to the Ministry of Justice to check in, saying he was afraid the Heir Consort would be weak, and the ladies of the Full Moon Court might harm his Heir Consort. He wanted to prevent trouble before it happened.

If not for fear of the emperor's rebuke, he probably wouldn't even attend morning court.

Shang Rongyu raised his chin and pointed at Yao Wang's blood-covered body, "What's going on?"

Yao Wang: "There's a dangerous prisoner in the back. No matter what tricks we use, he won't confess. Today, he even escaped. I just interrogated him and accidentally got blood all over me... I'm going to have dinner and then interrogate him again. Lu Yunshen is waiting for me to relieve him. I'll talk to you later..."

Shang Rongyu patted his shoulder, "Eat well. I'll go take a look."

Yao Wang grabbed Shang Rongyu, "Forget it. You can't return covered in blood and scare the Heir Consort. Pregnant women can't stand the smell of blood and can't handle fright."

Shang Rongyu had a cold expression, "Don't mention this matter again."

Yao Wang was confused, "What's wrong? Did you have a fight? Pregnant women have bad tempers due to..."

Seeing Shang Rongyu's face darken again and again, Yao Wang hurriedly made a gesture of surrender: "Alright, alright, alright, I won't say anything... I won't say anything, okay? I'll go eat."

Shang Rongyu then said to Jia Chu: "Go back and tell my father that I will be handling unfinished business at the Ministry of Justice for a few days, so I won't be returning to the Prince's Mansion yet."

Yao Wang, who had turned down the corridor, heard this and curiously turned his head back: "What matters do you have to handle? You didn't really have an argument with the Heir's Consort, did you?"

Shang Rongyu gave him a cold glance.

Yao Wang swallowed his saliva: "Let me give you a word of advice as a brother, don't push it too far, or you'll have yourself to blame in the future."

Ignoring him, Shang Rongyu headed straight for the rear hall of the Ministry of Justice.

When Lu Yunshen saw him enter, he was about to get up.

Shang Rongyu raised his hand to signal him to continue the interrogation, while he walked over to sit on the bench for the accompanying judge.

The man being tortured on the ground was drenched in blood, beads of water all over his hair, howling in pain on the ground. The thick blood had stained his ankle shoes beyond recognition of their original color, and his legs were involuntarily trembling...

Looking at him, all Shang Rongyu could see was a sea of red.

Lu Yunshen struck the gavel: "I advise you to confess truthfully, otherwise, I'll sever your tendons as well."

The man lay on the ground, groaning in unbearable agony.

Suddenly, Shang Rongyu spoke: "Apply medicine to him."

Lu Yunshen thought he had misheard: "What?"

Shang Rongyu repeated coldly: "Apply medicine."

Lu Yunshen pointed at the man on the ground, uncertainly asking: "Apply medicine to him?"

The Ministry of Justice had inflicted countless tortures, but this was the first time they had heard of applying medicine to someone.

This man was a notorious bandit, responsible for three murder cases, each resulting in more than fifty deaths. Even after entering the Ministry of Justice, he still dreamed of escaping. Lu Yunshen directly ordered his Achilles tendons severed, ensuring he couldn't escape... At this moment, the notorious bandit was in excruciating pain, precisely the right time for interrogation. Yet, Shang Rongyu was saying to apply medicine?

If he didn't know Shang Rongyu, he would suspect if this notorious bandit was a relative of Shang Rongyu.

Shang Rongyu nodded again: "Yes, apply medicine."

Then, he said something that left everyone baffled: "He's in pain."

Lu Yunshen was stunned: "..."

Who wouldn't be in pain with their Achilles tendons severed? Could torture be called such without pain?

What was going on with Rongyu? Previously, when people were flayed alive in the Ministry of Justice, he showed no trace of mercy. Now, he was suddenly pitying a notorious bandit in pain?

Could it be that he was doing good deeds for his wife and unborn child?

The prospect of impending fatherhood is truly terrifying.

Lu Yunshen waved his hand, instructing someone to administer medicine and bandage the notorious bandit.

The bandit wailed in agony on the ground, crying for his mother and father, his body involuntarily trembling, his legs convulsing as if he were having an epileptic fit...

Shang Rongyu's hands clenched subconsciously as he asked, "Does severing one's tendons and meridians hurt terribly?"

A notorious bandit was already wailing and crying for his parents just from having his leg tendons severed.

What about that twelve-year-old child whose dozens of bones were broken, and whose hands and feet had their tendons severed?

Lu Yunshen was puzzled. "Rongyu, what's wrong with you? Are you under too much pressure?"

Shang Rongyu stood up. "I'm fine. Continue your interrogation; don't mind me."

With that, he left the hall.

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