Chapter 337: Get Ready to Collect Your Son’s Corpse

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Everyone immediately stopped in their tracks, looking at them nervously.

“Whether the Third Princess can survive depends on your cooperation,” she said, lowering her eyelids and casting a cold gaze at the guards of Huaqing Palace.

The two guards turned pale at her words.

Offending Consort Shu meant certain death, but staying silent and causing harm to the Third Princess would result in the same grim outcome.

What were they to do?

“Why aren’t you speaking? If Third Princess encounters any mishap, can you bear the consequences?” scolded the personal maid of Third Princess, her eyes filled with threats.

The guards looked at the Third Princess, who was being strangled by Gu Qingluan, appearing on the verge of losing consciousness.

The third Princess was the daughter of the Noble Consort, the most prestigious princess. If anything happened to her, they would undoubtedly lose their heads.

Panicking and without considering anything else, they quickly spoke up, “Consort Shu is in the Fifth Prince’s residence! She has been at the Fifth Prince’s residence these days!”

Fifth Prince’s residence?

Gu Qingluan hesitated briefly. Were Xiaonan and Yuanxi taken there?

Currently, she harbored the most resentment towards Consort Shu for what she had done to her and her son.

Her divine sense had not detected the presence of her two sons in the imperial palace, so she had no other option but to take this gamble.

Leaving the Third Princess behind, she quickly departed from the palace.

Thrown by her, the Third Princess fell towards the ground, terrifying the palace attendants who rushed forward to save her.

The third Princess activated her arcane power, spun around, and gently landed on the ground.

The palace attendants breathed a sigh of relief and crowded around her, anxiously asking, “Third Princess, are you alright?”

“Get lost!” The third Princess rubbed her sore neck, her eyes filled with spite.

Gu Qingluan, you’re quite something! I’ll remember this grudge!

Everyone was startled, thinking of the Third Princess’s violent temper. They all quickly knelt down, begging for mercy.

This time, the Third Princess didn’t scold or beat them. She looked in the direction Gu Qingluan had left, her eyes revealing a bloodthirsty smile. “Gu Qingluan, no matter how audacious or formidable you may be, you can’t save your son from death!”

Qi Tianyou and his companions hurried to Huaqing Palace, only to discover that neither Gu Qingluan nor Consort Shu were present. Upon asking, they were informed that both of them had gone to the Fifth Prince’s mansion. Without delay, they altered their path and made their way to the Fifth Prince’s residence.

Upon her arrival at the Fifth Prince’s mansion in her rescue mission, Gu Qingluan left a trail of casualties in her wake. The few surviving servants and inhabitants of the mansion either fled in terror or were driven to madness, rendering the residence eerily desolate, as if it had been forsaken.

After the Fifth Prince’s death, white cloth was hung in the residence.

Every day, mournful music filled the air, making it even more desolate.

In the front hall, there was a mahogany coffin where Qi Tianyu lay.

He had been beaten to an unrecognizable state, and despite their efforts to tidy him up, he still looked horrifying.

Consort Shu stood beside the coffin, looking at her most proud and beloved son inside. Tears welled up in her eyes once again.

“Your Highness, please take care of yourself. If the Fifth Prince is in the heavens, he would surely not want to see you so heartbroken,” an elderly hunchbacked man beside her advised.

His voice was sinister and sounded like a venomous snake, making people feel uncomfortable.

Consort Shu wiped away her tears with her sleeve and turned to look at him. Her delicate and beautiful face, which appeared to be in her early thirties, was well-maintained.

However, at this moment, her face was filled with hatred, distorting its beauty. “Mr. Gui, let’s begin.”

The old man nodded and took out a Yin-Yang mirror from his robe.

Placing it on Qi Tianyu’s chest, Consort Shu stared at Qi Tianyu’s disfigured face with madness in her eyes.

“Tianyu, rest assured, that wretched woman’s illegitimate child will join you

soon..”