Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 355 Princess Rouan 5

At this moment, Wang Dao had no intention of arguing with his wife. He only wanted to cut the Gordian knot and lie low so that the emperor would forget about the matter as soon as possible.

The Wang family's thousand-year legacy must not be ruined in his hands. If the lady does not have the demeanor of a matriarch, then she can go back to her Du family and make a scene.

Du felt a wave of dizziness; the double blow of losing her son and her husband's neglect almost made her lose her balance.

But how can she go back?

Her two sons are still here. If she goes back, who will fight for their position as heir?

Her maternal family had a deep entanglement with the Wang family. She was in the Wang family not only because she was the Wang family's wife, but also because she was the Du family's envoy.

Once she relinquishes this identity, other members of the Du family will come to take her place.

She would never allow this to happen!

Her fingertips dug tightly into her palms. Supported by her maid, she said in a trembling voice, "Very well, let my son be buried. Choose plenty of funerary objects."

As soon as she finished speaking, a palace servant hurried over and whispered something in Wang Dao's ear.

Even with Wang Dao's ruthlessness, his brow twitched slightly at this moment.

"My minister obeys."

When the palace attendant finished speaking, he took two steps back and bowed respectfully.

The palace attendant glanced at the white banners being taken down and chuckled, "Spring is approaching, it's best not to display such unlucky things, Her Highness doesn't like them."

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Wang Dao watched the palace servant's departing figure for a long, long time before slowly speaking: "Guards, pry open Wang Ying's coffin, wrap the body in a straw mat, and throw it into the mass grave outside the city."

As soon as the words were spoken, a sharp voice rang out: "You dare!"

Wang Dao stood with his hands behind his back, his fingers turning white. His voice was cold and ruthless: "Send the lady to the backyard. She is not to come out without my order."

At this moment, the Wang family mansion was as quiet as death.

The servants dared not make even the slightest sound as they walked, for fear of angering their masters.

Their once-glorious eldest son was quickly wrapped in an exquisite straw mat and carried out by them.

Wang Dao stared at their shadows, his lips twitching several times but he couldn't utter a word.

The lowly people outside the city are extremely greedy. They will surely strip off such exquisite straw mats and Wang Ying's clothes to sell for money, and his son's body will be disturbed three times.

But he couldn't say it, not even show the slightest resentment.

Who knows if there are members of the royal family watching this mansion right now?

Swallowing the metallic taste in his throat, Wang Dao walked steadily toward his study, as if nothing had happened.

As soon as Ling Yi's carriage arrived at the mansion, the palace servants who had come on horseback with the Crown Prince were already waiting there.

Upon seeing Ling Yi return, he stepped forward and took over the maid's duties, offering his arm for Ling Yi to help her dismount.

Only when Ling Yi's two embroidered shoes fell to the ground at the same time did he announce the good news that Wang Ying's body had been left exposed in the wilderness.

Ling Yi raised an eyebrow slightly, her voice cheerful: "The Wang family's sons have always been carefree and love freedom, and now they've finally gotten what they wanted."

These cheeky words made the palace servants laugh: "It's all thanks to the two princes' kindness. He could never repay them even if he were to be a cow or a horse in his next life."

Ling Yi smiled and said, "The Emperor's kindness is never-ending~"

She made a sarcastic remark, then changed the subject: "Please thank my brother for me, and also tell him that Cong-ge'er has a few leisure books in the third row of his bookshelf. Consider this my thank-you gift."

The palace maid said with a smile, "His Highness the Crown Prince will be very happy to receive the princess's gift."

As for the displeased imperial grandson?

The kindness of our elders can never be fully repaid!

After tricking her short-lived nephew, who only existed in her memory, Ling Yi returned to the loyal Princess Rouan's residence.

At this moment, in her side room, there was already a beautiful woman who had been given to her by her father.

Now that the ownership of the beauty has been decided, why isn't she enjoying it?

So, not long after he was settled, Wang Suizhi, who was quietly playing the zither by the window, was once again confronted by his wicked princess.

The clear, melodious zither music stopped abruptly the moment the door opened. Ling Yi slowly walked into the room, lay down on the soft couch, and looked at Wang Suizhi, who was unarmed, with her beautiful eyes: "It was quite beautiful. Why did you stop playing?"

The scions of aristocratic families have always been multi-talented since childhood; isn't this just letting her benefit from it?

Wang Suizhi lightly placed his hands on the strings and said softly, "I dare not disturb the princess's rest."

"Is that so?" Ling Yi teased him, "I thought you were trying to lure me over with your music."

"I dare not." Wang Suizhi lowered his eyes again, once again adopting a cold and aloof demeanor.

"Keep playing." Ling Yi wasn't buying into any of that coy stuff and gave the order decisively.

Amidst the music, she spoke: "I just went to see your father."

Wang Suizhi's zither playing was completely flat, as if Ling Yi were talking about a stranger.

"Guess if he asked me for you?"

Looking up at the flowers and plants outside the window, Wang Suizhi's heart remained unmoved by Ling Yi's words.

In Wang Dao’s mind, all his offspring were consumables, so why would he offend the princess for the sake of a mere illegitimate son?

He wasn't wrong. Ling Yi's next words were: "Not only did he not, but he also personally gave you to me. You are mine now."

Before Ling Yi returned, the piece had already been played for more than half its length, and now it was time to wrap it up.

Wang Suizhi gently pushed aside the zither in front of her and turned to look at Ling Yi: "Suizhi is originally the princess's, why should she ask her father for it?"

How could one not feel happy when such a reserved and aloof person speaks such tender and gentle words?

So Ling Yi beckoned to him with her finger: "You're too far away, I didn't hear what you said."

Wang Suizhi obeyed and rose, slowly walking to the soft couch. He knelt down, lowering his gaze below Ling Yi, his demeanor as respectful as if making a sacrifice: "I said, I am the princess."

"You're so good with words." Ling Yi's fingertips brushed against his hair, gently curling it and then letting it go, watching as the dark hair instantly returned to its smooth state.

As if she had fallen in love with the little game, Ling Yi played it for a while.

She grabbed a strand of hair, letting the soft, tingling sensation first touch Wang Suizhi's forehead and then slide down his body.

From the tip of the nose, to the lips, to the Adam's apple, and to the slightly open collar of the garment.

Those she teased remained as still as jade carvings, showing no emotion whatsoever.

If it weren't for his shallow breathing, Ling Yi would have thought he was an imposter.

Ling Yi touched his eyelashes with her fingertips again and asked him with a smile, "You really don't hate me?"

"How could I harbor resentment over something I could not obtain?"

Wang Suizhi's answer was always the same, as if being abducted by a princess was an honor for him.