Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife Chapter 1464 - Lose Control

Chapter 1464:Lose Control

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Xie Limo shut his eyes and controlled his emotions. He would only allow himself that moment of weakness. He will continue to be a tall, towering tree for Yun Bixue.
Xie Limo patted Ling Nanchen’s shoulder and said, “You should go back. I don’t need you here for now. You had been busy for the whole night too, so you should rest well.”
“I informed the hospital already, so it’s fine. We can go back once Yun Bixue is out!”
Xie Wu and Ling Nanchen accompanied Xie Limo all the way as he waited outside.
When the sky was bright, the medical team finally came out of the emergency ward and told Xie Limo, “Everything’s fine. She only had a bit of a scare. She can go back to rest and recuperate properly. She should not be subjected to any more shocks.”
When Xie Limo heard that, he finally heaved a sigh of relief. “Many thanks.”
The chief physician was slightly startled. He kept nodding and said, “It’s my pleasure.”
In the VIP ward, Yun Bixue slept quietly while Xie Limo sat down beside her and held her hand. He kept looking at her, as though he could not look enough.
Xie Limo held the Yuan family responsible for all that Yun Bixue went through tonight. He would not let off all the people who had been involved in the incident tonight.
He did not strike for a long time, so the people lurking in the dark really thought he was someone they could step over.
He quietly told Xie Wu, “Don’t need to care about the consequences this time. Blow it up. The bigger, the better. It doesn’t matter even if the capital breaks into chaos.”
“Yes!”
Xie Wu understood that Young Madam was Young Master Xie’s weakness. She was his rib. If anyone touched this rib, they had to pay for it.
The next day, the news regarding the firearms smuggling incident became even more popular and widespread. In the end, even if the higher authorities in the imperial family came out, it would be impossible to suppress the news.
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Majesty Kang’s Palace
Majesty Kang, Xiajun Yanting, listened to his subordinate’s report and stood up in a fit. He shoved all the things on his table onto the floor and said, “This happened yesterday, and you guys only reported it to me this morning!”
“Your Majesty, please calm down. It’s your subordinate’s fault for neglecting his duties.”
Majesty Kang clutched his throbbing head. He read the news online as his eyelid twitched. The firearms smuggling incident last year had been suppressed by him. He did not think that this incident would be dug up again shortly after the New Year.
Furthermore, it came without any warning, and almost everyone had heard of the news by now. It would not make sense for him to continue suppressing it.
This time, the person who dug up this incident was forcing the imperial family and its officials to mete out heavy punishments.
Xiajun Yanting read the news carefully. In the end, he sat down weakly and shut his eyes while he rubbed his head. Looking at the viewership and the hundreds of thousands of comments, his head started pounding. It felt as if it had exploded.
This kind of thing was totally beyond his expectations.
“Very good, very good…” Majesty Kang continuously muttered those words. This was the first time he encountered such a situation since around thirty years ago.
The first time he lost control was when his fianceé fell in love and went to his older brother. This time, he almost lost control because he wanted to suppress the firearms smuggling incident but failed to do so.
A deep sense of powerlessness swelled in his heart.
He thought of his elder brother, Xiajun Yanli. He retreated into seclusion and retired from politics, but at least he had a son.
As for him, he slogged his guts out, all for that highest position.
Hah. Were people born to love power? No. He was Majesty Kang, but he had nothing to his name. Aside from power, he did not know what else he could get.
“Your Majesty, what should we do now?”
“You still dare to ask me that? Can’t you think for yourself? Did I pay you all for nothing?”