My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator Chapter 1603 - 1603 The Ending of the Former Princess Consort (2)

Chapter 1603 - 1603 The Ending of the Former Princess Consort (2)

1603 The Ending of the Former Princess Consort (2)
“No, no, Father, you don’t have to bet the entire Yao family. I’ll ask for His Highness’ forgiveness myself. His Highness still has feelings for me. As long as I admit my mistake sincerely, His Highness will definitely feel it and forgive me,” Yao Meng said anxiously and firmly.
Yao Zhongmao was starting to get a bit impatient with his infatuated daughter.
“You were the one who insisted on marrying the Fourth Prince back then and you also decided to divorce him. It’s also because of you that this situation has become like this now. Meng’er, what makes you think that the Fourth Prince will forgive you after you betrayed him? Although His Highness values relationships and righteousness, it doesn’t mean that he’s an easy person to talk to.”
Speaking of this, a hint of fear flashed through Yao Zhongmao’s eyes. “Fortunately, the Yao family didn’t do anything to His Highness back then. Otherwise, the Luo family’s downfall would be the Yao family’s outcome.”
The Luo family was the maternal family of the eldest prince, Duanmu Chun’s mother. They originally controlled the entire Imperial City.
However, after the eldest prince was assassinated, and the family’s collusion with the second prince to harm the king was exposed, the Luo family was destined to be destroyed.
As expected, on the day the emperor regained consciousness, the Luo family and the maternal family of the second prince’s mother were slaughtered overnight. Even the Queen, who was from the Luo family, couldn’t escape death.
And all of this was personally carried out by the Fourth Prince and his men. It could be seen that the Fourth Prince was no longer the gentle and elegant Young Master from a few years ago.
If the Yao family offended the Fourth Prince at this moment, they might follow in the Luo family’s footsteps.
“Father, no, the Fourth Prince won’t be so heartless.” Yao Meng still insisted that the current Duanmu Heng was still the Duanmu Heng who respected her and loved her very much back then.
Looking at his daughter, who seemed to be in her own world and couldn’t see the situation clearly, Yao Zhongmao didn’t say anything else and directly asked the guard to bring her back to the courtyard to watch over her.
“No, no! Father, you can’t do this to me. I’m your daughter, your biological daughter!”
Yao Meng, who was being carried away by the guards, shouted in despair, but Yao Zhongmao ignored her.
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In order to get her private space as soon as possible, as soon as Lu Zijia returned to the palace, she started to make jade slips and engraved a copy of her experience in alchemy and inscriptions.
Mu Tianyan naturally engraved a set of insights on array formations.
Even though those people didn’t dare to disturb him often because of his cold personality, many people still risked their lives to ask him for guidance.
Duanmu Xing and the others, who received the three jade slips, said that this kind of teaching was better. At least they could check the contents of the jade slips repeatedly and comprehend them.
Of course, the most important thing was that they were already so old. It would be very awkward for them to chase after a young lady and young man to ask for guidance!
Even if they were thick-skinned, they couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Of course, they would still ask questions they didn’t understand in the future.
So, with the jade slip, Lu Zijia didn’t have to teach Duanmu Xing and the others every day.
They only needed to personally demonstrate alchemy or draw inscriptions for Duanmu Heng and the others every seven days.
Of course, they were also given two hours to ask questions.
Three months later.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Explosions sounded from the alchemy room one after another.
Lu Zijia stood on the high platform with her hands on her hips, her anger so strong that she was ballooning into a pufferfish.
The alchemists whose furnaces exploded almost buried their heads in the ground under Lu Zijia’s glare.