My Foolish Husband Turned Out to Have a Hidden Identity Too-Chapter 68 - : The Tragic Mandarin Ducks, Consort Ya (Part One)

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: The Tragic Mandarin Ducks, Consort Ya (Part One)

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Ye Tianfeng stepped down from the bed and with a sweep of his hand, he grasped the pale-faced Mu Tingting, sneering as he said, “However, since you so desire to serve me, then why shouldn’t I indulge you? Today this Princely Heir is in a good mood, so you and Meimei will serve me together.”

Mu Tingting’s beautiful eyes widened in shock, staring at the familiar handsome face before her.

Was this the man she had loved for so many years, actually asking her to serve him along with another woman?

No, she didn’t want this!

“Princely Heir, I beg you, let me go, I implore you,” Mu Tingting cried with the allure of rain-drenched pear blossoms, but even her willingness to humble herself couldn’t evoke any compassion in this man.

As her clothes were torn from her body piece by piece, Mu Tingting despaired and closed her eyes…

Just one glance had pierced her heart with pain, and now she was to watch the entire process, how could she bear it? The only thing she could do was to close her eyes and try not to witness the cruel scene.

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“Master, Consort Ya has arrived.”

Within the Mu Residence, Mu Ruyue bit on a grape that Ye Wuchen had peeled for her when she heard Li Lu’s words. Her eyebrows knit together as she asked, “What does Consort Ya want with me?”

Staying here was no longer a secret to the people of Feng City.

Li Lu scratched his head and chuckled, “I’m not quite sure, master. You’ll know if you go see.”

“Alright,” Mu Ruyue rose from the Guifei Chair and stretched, saying, “Then I shall go see what matter brings Consort Ya to me.”

As she spoke, she was already at the door.

At this moment, in the main hall, Consort Ya sat on the sandalwood chair, a palace maid pouring her tea. She took a gentle sip and immediately felt its refreshing flavor on her lips and teeth, praising, “This tea is indeed excellent.”

Mu Ruyue walked in from outside just in time to hear Consort Ya’s words and couldn’t help but smile, “If Noble Consort fancies it, you can take several jins back with you.”

After all, she had snatched the tea from the old man.

“I won’t stand on ceremony with Miss Mu then,” Consort Ya said with an alluring smile, her features animated by the expression, “Miss Mu, I am not here in the capacity of a noble concubine this time; I am merely Ji Ru Ya, so please don’t call me Noble Consort.”

Mu Ruyue smiled as she took her seat, casually picking up the tea to sip, and then spoke in an unhurried voice, “May I know what brings Miss Ji to my abode?”

People don’t pay visits without a reason, and she didn’t believe Ji Ru Ya was simply here to see her. Despite this, she still had a good impression of the woman and didn’t reject her outright.

Ji Ru Ya gave a signal to a maid and said, “Feicui, go outside and stand guard. Don’t let anyone in.”

“Yes, my lady.”

Feicui bowed and went outside to stand guard; then Ji Ru Ya turned to look at Mu Ruyue, her exquisite face showing a trace of sadness.

“Miss Mu, would you be interested in hearing my story?”

Everybody knew that Emperor Zi Yue was smitten with Consort Ya, sending her every desirable thing to Ya Pavilion. Anything Consort Ya wished for, he would go to great lengths to get for her, making her happy. Some even slandered Consort Ya as a national calamity, a disaster brought by a beauty.

But who would know how a woman of such breathtaking beauty and allure could be content keeping the company of an old man old enough to be her grandfather? Even if that old man possessed immense power, he couldn’t offer her the most wonderful life.