Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!-Chapter 118 - 29: The Princess Who Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder (Part 29)
The people at the Prince Mansion couldn’t understand how a well-respected Prince, after a visit to the Imperial Palace, returned as a commoner.
The old lady fainted upon hearing this news and woke up only when she was already on a moving carriage to relocate.
The current Prince Mansion was no longer usable; the whole family had to move to a civilian area ten miles away.
Some of the wealth accumulated in the Imperial Palace was confiscated, leaving only a few clothes for warmth and a useless, crippled son.
The old lady cried until her tears ran dry, looking around at the cramped carriage, so crowded that there was barely room to move, filled with their clothes and Murong Dun’s wheelchair.
Murong Dun was sitting in the wheelchair, hunched over, silent like a wandering soul.
Seeing her son in such a state, the old lady felt utterly hopeless, devoid of any vitality.
"My son... what on earth did you do to end up like this!"
The frail, sorrowful mother was on the verge of fainting again, while Murong Dun finally reacted, slowly lifting his worn face to glance around.
"I... I don’t know either..."
Why.
Before entering the Imperial Study Room, he had confirmed the content on the document; how did it change after entering?
Who was framing him?
Murong Dun was completely bewildered; he couldn’t understand why things had come to this. Just yesterday, he was a Prince, the son-in-law of the Great General, with a beloved wife and no worries about food or clothing. Looking further back, he was whole and healthy, not needing to join the battlefield but at least not a burden to his family.
And now?
He had nothing left.
All because of whom?
He quickly figured it out: it was because of Luoyang.
Falling off the cliff to save her, breaking his leg, and then due to her mishandling, losing a leg.
Now, in trying to clear her name, he had been demoted to a commoner, bringing hardship to his mother in her twilight years.
Yes, it’s all because of Luoyang.
Where is she now?
Murong Dun suddenly began to bang on the carriage crazily, shouting aloud.
"To the General Mansion!! To the General Mansion!!"
The old lady hurriedly held him to prevent him from falling.
"What are you going to do, child? Why go to the General Mansion now? Do you intend to humiliate yourself? Jiang Lai is a good child, but she is the general’s daughter; Jiang Xiong won’t let his daughter suffer with us. If the separation book comes, just accept it..."
The old lady had lived in the palace for decades, witnessing so much and understanding human nature and worldly ways. At this moment, it’s kind enough not to kick someone when they’re down, let alone dream that the general’s most beloved daughter would suffer along with them.
However, Murong Dun continued to shout.
"No, no, I don’t want to see Jiang Lai, I want to see Luo... I want to see Aluo, I want to see Aluo!"
"Aluo? That maid? What do you want to see her for?"
Murong Dun didn’t speak, just kept demanding to go to the General Mansion, leaving the driver no choice but to change direction to take him there with instructions to leave quickly.
Upon arrival at the General Mansion, with no one to push the wheelchair, Murong Dun had to support himself with a cane, struggling laboriously to the gate.
As soon as the doors opened, he was surprised to see Jiang Lai standing there with baggage on her back, looking at him with tear-filled eyes.
"Husband..."
When Murong Dun saw her, stripped of her silks and jewels, standing in her plain attire before him, he was momentarily stunned, unable to speak with disbelief lodged in his throat.
"You... you..."
"Husband, you finally came. I’ve been waiting for you to pick me up."
"You wish to leave with me?"
"Of course, I am your wife. Wherever you go, I will follow."
Tears welled up in Murong Dun’s eyes immediately, and he tenderly touched Jiang Lai’s face, whispering.
"Stay behind; we can separate. Don’t do anything foolish."
But Jiang Lai clung onto his arm.
"Say no more. I’ve already told my parents that I won’t marry anyone but you. If you’re a Prince, I’m the Princess; if you’re a commoner, I’m a commoner as well. We live and die together."
Looking at the resolute and beautiful face before him, an unprecedented warmth and passion surged in Murong Dun’s heart. At that moment, the pain of being demoted to a commoner felt less sharp. His heart and eyes were filled with the warmth of love, and he tightly held Jiang Lai’s hand, trembling as he spoke.
"Jiang Lai, you’re so good. Even my life is not enough to repay you. I’m sorry... I’m sorry for you... From now on, I will live for you alone."
"Heartbeat value change, current heartbeat value ninety-seven."
Little Buding joyfully shouted, "Oh yeah."
It’s definitely Jiang Lai’s strategy, gradually cornering Murong Dun, and then staying steadfast in such a moment is like a ray of light during winter. Even if Murong Dun were to hit his head against a wall, he would still chase after it.
Just like that, Jiang Lai boarded the carriage with him.
The carriage became even more cramped, but Murong Dun stayed close to Jiang Lai, his eyes fixed solely on her.
"Luckily, you came to pick me up, or I would’ve had to find my way there myself."
That’s when Murong Dun remembered his original purpose.
"Where is your personal maid? Did Xiao Lian and Xiao Hua stay at the General Mansion?" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
"I gave Xiao Lian some money to marry someone and leave. As for Xiao Hua, ever since news of your incident broke out, she disappeared without a trace. The General Mansion couldn’t find her anywhere; she might have run away."
Murong Dun was silent for a while, filled with disappointment and despair, followed by hatred and anger after reaching his breaking point.
What did he mean to Luoyang, after all?
Just a pawn, probably.
When useful, he was Sanlang; when not, she left mercilessly.
He hated her but couldn’t show it because he had married Jiang Lai for Luoyang’s sake. His original intention was deceitful, and in the end, he could only be grateful that he still had Jiang Lai now.
The carriage stopped on a remote street ten miles away, and after they got off, the driver left.
Looking at the muddy road beneath his feet and the surrounding low houses, Murong Dun frowned but still chose to support himself with his cane, not letting Jiang Lai push him along.
"My father bought a house here in advance; let’s move in first."
Jiang Xiong was deeply attached to his daughter and wouldn’t let her suffer. After opening the door, the house, though looking simple outside, was carefully arranged inside.
The firewood for winter had already been chopped and stacked, forming an entire wall in the backyard. Charcoal filled the kitchen, and the small courtyard had two rooms, fully equipped with living necessities. Opening the drawers even revealed cosmetics for women.
Seeing these, Murong Dun felt even guiltier and suffered pain that he couldn’t relieve.
The dinner that night was cooked by Jiang Lai using the vegetables available in the kitchen.
