Chapter 305

Chapter 305

The Eldest Prince was still pondering what had upset the Emperor, inwardly criticizing Rong Noble Consort for her deceitful words. But when Rong Noble Consort stopped speaking lies and began revealing the "truth," it became even harder to bear.

Raw rice—unyieldingly tough.

As Su Yi spoke, she suddenly remembered there was another unfortunate one to consider. She was running out of things to say, nearly at a loss for words. Quickly, she shifted focus by pulling away from Kangxi’s embrace and turning toward the Eldest Prince nearby.

"Actually, the Eldest Prince fared worse. Who would’ve thought that after colliding and tumbling everywhere, he’d land right into a trap? He might as well have fallen straight down."

This was practically public embarrassment, detailing exactly how the Eldest Prince sustained his injuries.

Upon hearing this, the Eldest Prince realized that Rong Noble Consort wasn’t entirely lying this time—but he wished she had been.

A woman like Rong Noble Consort only sprained her ankle during the fall, while he ended up so severely injured. Didn’t that make him seem utterly useless?

The Eldest Prince immediately spoke up, "Reporting to Father Emperor, my horse suddenly lost control, further startled by a wild beast, becoming completely unmanageable. It threw off my attendants and galloped all the way here before flinging me into this trap—that’s why I’m in such a state!"

That cursed horse, though frenzied, managed to avoid danger itself, leaving him to take the fall. The mere thought made the Eldest Prince fume with anger!

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. It wasn’t his fault—who wouldn’t get hurt like this?!

"Father Emperor, my horse losing control was no accident. It must have been sabotaged! Even this trap was likely set by the mastermind behind it all—how cunning!"

The more he spoke, the more convinced he became. He refused to believe he could just be this unlucky. In royal matters, there were no coincidences—two consecutive mishaps had to be the work of the same person!

Had he fallen slightly differently, hitting a vital spot, wouldn’t he have been left dead or crippled?!

The more he thought about it, the more perilous it seemed. The Eldest Prince couldn’t help but touch his leg, unsure if this injury would leave lasting damage. His eyes reddened with barely contained fury—how dare they plot against him like this!

Murderous intent burned within the Eldest Prince. If not for the Emperor’s presence, he might have lost all composure and spewed even fouler words.

Of course, his leg injury also made it impossible to act recklessly. Until a royal physician examined him, he had to keep his cool and avoid any major movements—as the guards who had just checked his wounds advised.

"That indeed makes sense," Su Yi cut in quickly, expressing agreement.

Who could deny it?

What a perfectly efficient trap—no waste at all.

"This trap wasn’t just efficient—it even came with a bonus! The one who set it up must be overjoyed, moved to tears by such success."

But as they say, extreme joy begets sorrow.

Su Yi’s eyes curved with amusement, her tone lilting. She couldn’t help but clasp her hands together, as if ready to applaud. With a sigh, she added, "Oh, how despicable."

Yet there wasn’t a trace of genuine anger—just a half-hearted comment, as if she were an uninvolved bystander, enjoying the show like a spectator, not one of the melon farmers in the field.

The Eldest Prince’s angry glare froze, unable to suppress sheer disbelief.

If Rong Noble Consort hadn’t been part of this, he might have accused her of making heartless remarks.

But he never imagined Rong Noble Consort’s words would spare no one—friend or foe.

Was this how a sane person would react?!

Unable to help himself, he glanced at the Emperor, eyes searching for support. The Emperor valued propriety and discipline.

Right in front of the Emperor, the Rong Noble Consort dares to act like this??

Kangxi understood the complex look in Yin Zhi's eyes but remained as composed as ever, his expression unchanging as he said, "I will handle this matter. You should return and focus on recuperating."

His demeanor suggested nothing unusual—if anyone thought otherwise, it must be their own problem—leaving the Eldest Prince utterly bewildered, dazed and wondering if he was indeed overreacting.

The Eldest Prince awkwardly replied, "Your son understands."

His gaze then fell upon the beauty who, even in this dim corner, shone like a luminous pearl. Her soft and sweet smile was truly gentle, yet her sharp tongue was just as real. Kangxi narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone lowering, "I was concerned the Noble Consort’s foot injury might be unbearable, but she’s in good spirits."

She even has the energy to tease others.

Like some pampered, fussy cat that might nuzzle and purr affectionately, making you want to dote on it—only to turn away and flick its long tail before one could properly cherish it.

Her temper was downright awful.

Su Yi made it clear this wouldn’t hinder her performance in the slightest.

Gently, she spoke, "Just pushing through the pain." Her slight frown made her look even frailer.

Now the Eldest Prince was completely baffled.

Honestly, if not for what had just happened, he wouldn’t have noticed anything amiss with the Rong Noble Consort. She seemed far too at ease—hardly like someone who had fallen into a trap. It was like she was messing with him.

The Eldest Prince had every reason to believe that even if he hadn’t fallen into the trap with her, the Rong Noble Consort would have been perfectly fine on her own, showing no trace of fear or panic at being stranded.

"After all, the Eldest Prince is injured so severely. It wouldn’t be proper for me to complain about my minor sprain." Su Yi smiled gently, speaking unhurriedly, her words carrying an air of sincerity—yet, as always, she was the ultimate mood-killer. "How rude of me."

Not a shred of pretense.

The Eldest Prince: Fuming, shaking, seething with rage.

The Rong Noble Consort really has it in for him. And she dares to call it rude?

Yet, it seems she herself lacks any such awareness.

What shocked the Eldest Prince even more was that despite her behavior, His Majesty didn’t even seem mad.

Kangxi shook his head helplessly. "You little troublemaker." Her words cut deep.

Su Yi smiled sweetly, with a touch of playful charm, looking all sweet and innocent—nothing like someone who could deliver such cutting remarks.

A sweet face, but a razor-sharp tongue.

There were many matters to handle following the assassination attempt, even before returning to camp.

Had the Eldest Prince not been present, word of the prince’s accident would only have reached him upon returning to camp.

Though Kangxi had initially shown concern, he soon reverted to his usual composed and authoritative self, barking orders like usual. Yet his gaze frequently lingered on the Noble Consort, even ordering a cushion for her to sit on, saying the ground was too cold to sit on directly.

The Eldest Prince, still unaware but feeling as if something icy had slapped him in the face, couldn’t help but think: I don’t belong here. I should be anywhere else.

They couldn’t even dig more than one trap?!

If they were gonna pull such a dirty trick, why skimp and dig just one? Why not a few more?

What if I hadn’t fallen into this one?!

Already on the verge of losing it, the Eldest Prince’s mental state crumbled further.

He started cursing up a storm in his head.

He held back only out of fear that His Majesty would reprimand him for acting unbecoming of a prince.

But.

The Eldest Prince, enduring pain and suppressing rage: Screw dignity!