SWHCBB 6

Chapter 6: The Princess is Very Angry

He knew the way to Guanju Palace well—so well that he didn’t need Changning’s support to find his way.

That was because Guanju Palace had been his mother’s residence while she was alive. After her passing, the palace gradually became overgrown and neglected.

It wasn’t until a few years ago that his royal sister asked their father to renovate it, turning it into a place she could occasionally stay overnight in the palace.

Guanju Palace wasn’t located in the inner court, and it was very close to Yangxin Hall. In recent years, no concubines had been allowed to move in—it was a place only Princess Chenyu could use.

Wen Jue knew just how much effort his royal sister had put into reclaiming their mother’s old palace.

After all, for years, that palace had been a thorn in their father’s heart.

Changning still wasn’t at ease letting him walk alone and tried to help him, but he refused.

“Let me walk on my own. No cane, and don’t hold me.” Just like when he hadn’t yet gone blind and was still a normal person…

Left with no choice, Changning followed closely, watching as Wen Jue tilted his head to feel the direction of the light. His world wasn’t completely dark; he could still vaguely make out some sources of light, though they were faint.

As they walked, he almost tripped over a pebble, but with Changning by his side, there was no way he’d actually fall.

Changning was a little upset. “Your Highness, really! Just hold on to me. What if you fall?”

Wen Jue didn’t refuse again, and sighed helplessly. “I guess I still need the cane after all.”

Changning said, “You seem pretty happy today, Your Highness. You rarely act this childishly. Did something good happen at court just now?”

Something good did happen—but what made Wen Jue happiest wasn’t any of that. It was someone…

As soon as they arrived at Guanju Palace, the head palace maid at Chenyu’s side came to meet them. “The Princess is in a bad mood. She’s been like this ever since returning from the wedding banquet at the General’s Mansion yesterday. We hope the Fifth Prince can talk to her before she worries herself sick.”

Wen Jue knew exactly what his royal sister was angry about and apologized lightly, “I’ve troubled you all because of me.”

The palace maid shook her head. “The Princess would never take her anger out on others. We’re just worried about her health.”

Wen Jue gave a slight nod, his expression serious.

The palace maid couldn’t help glancing at him a few more times. He was like a piece of living jade—pure and radiant, glowing with hidden light. It was only a pity about those dull, glassy eyes. She sighed to herself.

“Your Highness, the Fifth Prince has arrived.”

Wen Yan sat in the main seat of the palace, her expression blank as she swept a glance at Wen Jue. She had taken off the coronet from her head and placed it aside, leaving only a simple, unadorned bun.

But just that one cold glance, passing over Wen Jue and then briefly over Changning, was enough to make Changning’s legs go weak. He quickly said, “This servant greets the Grand Princess.”

After bowing, he helped Wen Jue sit across from Wen Yan.

“Royal Sister…” Wen Jue said.

Wen Yan rubbed her temples, annoyed. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear your voice right now.”

Wen Jue lowered his head timidly, a little aggrieved. “Royal Sister…”

Wen Yan said coldly, “Whining won’t help. Someone, summon Imperial Physician Li.”

“Yes.”

The hall fell silent. Wen Jue could only hear the sound of Wen Yan flipping through a book. He didn’t know what she was reading, but she clearly wasn’t interested in paying him any attention, leaving him bored to the side.

Imperial Physician Li had been waiting and entered shortly after. After paying his respects, he took Wen Jue’s pulse.

Wen Jue was so nervous he could barely sit still, his heart uneasy and hands twitching. But with Wen Yan right there, he couldn’t make any small gestures.

The longer the physician felt his pulse, the more his brows furrowed. Since everyone in the hall was loyal to Wen Yan, he didn’t hold back and spoke bluntly.

“The Fifth Prince’s body is seriously weakened!”

Wen Yan’s expression turned grim as she slammed the book onto the table. “How did it get like this? You didn’t say that a month ago!”

Imperial Physician Li replied, “Indeed, at that time the Fifth Prince was still very weak, but not in any immediate danger. As long as he rested and avoided strain, it was manageable. But now… it’s like he’s been completely drained. His pulse is scattered and chaotic.”

“He looks fine on the outside, but that’s all superficial. Inside, he’s already dangerously depleted. If he keeps pushing like this without proper rest, he’ll relapse again by tomorrow.”

Wen Yan glanced at Wen Jue, whose guilty conscience was written all over his face. She narrowed her eyes, suppressing her fury. “Why the sudden decline?”

Imperial Physician Li hesitated. “Perhaps yesterday… he overexerted himself and didn’t rest properly. Though it seems he took some medicine, because otherwise, with his current condition, he wouldn’t have made it to the palace at all.”

“I will prescribe another round of medicine. He must take it for three days straight and rest well. As long as he stops straining himself, there won’t be any serious issues.”

After the physician left, Wen Jue tried to speak, but Wen Yan cut him off.

She looked toward Changning. “You tell me—what exactly happened yesterday? Don’t hide a single detail.”

Changning trembled with fear. How could he dare to hide anything now?

He confessed everything: Wen Jue had drugged himself, then been pushed to his limits the entire night, barely getting two hours of sleep. Every little detail came pouring out.

The more Wen Yan heard, the darker her expression grew. She waved her hand, dismissing everyone from the hall—including Changning.

Once only the two of them were left, Wen Yan finally spoke through clenched teeth. “Wen Zhiyu! What a master schemer you are! So cunning, doing everything without even discussing it with me. Should I be praising your brilliant planning?!”

If Jiang Chuang were here, he would realize that the clever little fox who was always so sharp in front of him still had to tuck his tail in front of his royal sister.

Wen Jue could feel her gaze blazing with fury as it fell on him.

“Royal Sister…” he said guiltily, struggling to find words. His voice grew faint.

Wen Yan frowned. “I told you—whining won’t work this time.”

“I didn’t…” Wen Jue tried to defend himself.

Wen Yan’s brows pinched tighter. “Are you trying to drive me mad? Recklessly risking your safety like this—why didn’t you discuss it with me beforehand?”

“You wouldn’t have agreed.”

“So you do know I wouldn’t have agreed.” Wen Yan let out a cold laugh. “It was bad enough that you arranged your marriage behind my back. Now you’re drugging yourself to manipulate others? Wen Zhiyu, you’ve really grown bold.”

Wen Jue lowered his head and took the scolding quietly. “Royal Sister, I know I was wrong. I won’t do it again. I promise!”

“Your promises mean nothing to me now.” Wen Yan took a deep breath to stop herself from exploding.

“Once, then again—you’ve been acting more and more on your own, never listening to me, never consulting me about anything!”

Her voice trembled as she slammed the table. “You’ve already sacrificed your entire life for me. Do you plan to throw your life away too?!”

“I never thought that way. Royal Sister, I was wrong.” Wen Jue looked up, reaching out blindly to try to grab her hand in comfort.

Wen Yan stepped back, avoiding his touch. “Zhiyu, you’re the most important family I have. No one can take your place. If helping me means sacrificing yourself, then you’re not helping me—you’re hurting me.”

Wen Jue rarely heard his royal sister speak with such emotion. Her voice was choked, and it made his heart race. “I know my limits. I won’t let anything serious happen to me, Royal Sister…”

Wen Yan was still furious. “You don’t know a damn thing about limits!”

The noble and dignified Grand Princess actually swore.

Before Wen Jue could argue again, Wen Yan turned and walked out. Before leaving, she ordered that someone make sure Wen Jue finished his medicine before sending him back.

She left him with just one sentence:

“If you dare risk your body like this again, then I’ll tally up every single one of these debts on Jiang Chuang’s head—and settle them with him, one by one.”

She knew Wen Jue cared deeply about Jiang Chuang’s fate.

It was one of the few soft spots she could still use to control him.