Beast World: The Crazy Female Is Chased by Five Beast Husbands - Chapter 16

“Young Master, weren’t you somewhat too rude to Princess Qinghe just now?”

Feng Yi knew their young master had always been willful among the fox tribe. Even if it were the Jade Emperor himself, if he displeased him, he would still ignore them without hesitation.

Yet that Princess Qinghe was after all the younger sister of the Eldest Princess. Lang Hua showing her such disrespect would inevitably provoke her displeasure. If this matter were to reach Li Xuanyue’s ears, he would undoubtedly receive a stern lecture.

“You worry too much, Feng Yi.”

Compared to Feng Yi’s concern, Lang Hua appeared completely indifferent.

“Setting aside how our Princess Qinghe’s relationship with Li Xuanyue truly stands, just the fact that three months ago during the wedding night, Princess Qinghe was punished by the Phoenix Emperor to reflect behind closed doors in Chaoren Hall for three months shows their sisterly bond isn’t as deep as rumors claim.”

“In that case, why should I spare her any dignity?”

He spared Li Xuanyue face because she was the Eldest Princess of the Phoenix tribe, his wife and master. But what was Li Qinghe worth?

“Enough, don’t dwell on this matter.”

Seeing Feng Yi’s disapproving expression, Lang Hua understood perfectly well. He waved his hand dismissively.

“Even if she does complain to Li Xuanyue, it’s me who’ll suffer the consequences, not you.”

At worst, he’d endure a thorough beating from her?

Feng Yi: “…”

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Phoenix Harmony Hall

Li Xuanyue had feigned illness for three months. During this time, she hadn’t stepped beyond the main hall’s doors, remaining secluded within Phoenix Harmony Hall every day.

The outside world only knew her condition was grave, unaware of what exactly ailed her. The tribe’s elders and ministers had heard of this, thus remaining silent about her previous dismissal of palace consorts and attendants, tacitly approving her actions.

“Princess, Consort Wen has arrived.”

Just as Xiao Han received the medicine bowl from Li Xuanyue, Yin Xin entered from outside the hall.

Li Xuanyue narrowed her eyes.

What was he doing here?

During these three months in Phoenix Harmony Hall, only Consort Jun among her seven palace consorts had visited once to confirm whether she had died. The other six had remained utterly unmoved, carrying on with their usual palace affairs as if their princess’s grave illness concerned them not at all.

It made Li Xuanyue wonder if she’d been too lenient with these consorts in this life. How could they not offer a single word of concern when their wife and master was gravely ill?

“Let him in.”

After some thought, Li Xuanyue instructed Yin Xin to admit him. Though uncertain why Consort Wen was visiting now, she wouldn’t turn him away since he’d come.

“Wen Shuo pays respects to Your Highness.”

Consort Wen, dressed in white brocade robes, bowed respectfully with dignified grace. His transcendent bearing and jade like demeanor gave him an immortal’s presence that commanded reverence.

“Be seated.”

Li Xuanyue’s gentle voice emerged from behind the bed curtains. Without ceremony, Consort Wen gracefully took his seat when a maid brought a chair.

“Has Consort Wen come for some purpose?”

Li Xuanyue asked weakly, intermittent coughs sounding from behind the curtains.

She sounded utterly frail.

Wen Shijun glanced sideways, clearly attempting to peer through the curtains to see inside.

Yet the pink drapes concealed everything tightly, leaving him unable to catch even the slightest glimpse.

Helpless, he could only rise to his feet once more.

“Your Highness has been ill for three months now.”

Wen Shijun lowered his gaze, carefully choosing his words. “This humble servant was concerned Your Highness might have little appetite, so I specifically instructed the kitchen to prepare some millet porridge for you. Please, do taste it.”

Bringing her millet porridge?

This truly caught Li Xuanyue off guard.

Well then, she would savor it properly!

“Bring it here.”

Li Xuanyue had Yinxin take the porridge from the maid beside Wen Shijun.

A slender, pale finger lifted a corner of the pink curtain.

Though Wen Shijun couldn’t see clearly, he still caught a fleeting glimpse of Li Xuanyue’s pallid, weakened face.

Immediately, he lowered his head again.

This small action and his hidden thoughts did not escape Li Xuanyue’s notice.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile curled at the corner of her lips.

Yet that smile never reached her eyes.

“Not bad.”

Stirring the millet porridge in the bowl, she made a show of tasting it before praising, “This porridge is sweet but not cloying, with a hint of corn’s fresh aroma. A reward!”

“Thank you, Your Highness!”

Wen Shijun bowed neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Now that they had met and the porridge had been consumed,

yet Wen Shijun showed no intention of leaving.

Li Xuanyue decided not to drag out the stalemate any longer.

“Does Wen Shijun have something else to say?”

Couldn’t he see she needed rest?

Wen Shijun stiffened. “This servant has a matter I’m unsure whether I should speak of it.”

After a long hesitation, he finally voiced it.

“Oh?”

Li Xuanyue arched a brow. “What matter?”

She seemed intrigued, her tone laced with curiosity.

“This servant heard that today, Lang Shijun showed disrespect toward Princess Qinghe in the imperial garden.”

The moment Wen Shijun recalled how Li Qinghe had appeared before him in Chaoren Hall her face filled with grievance and sorrow he couldn’t help but speak up on her behalf.

“Your Highness has always doted on Princess Qinghe, yet Lang Shijun, as your consort, treated her with utter disdain.”

“If word spreads, people might assume Lang Shijun acted under Your Highness’s orders.”

After listening for so long, Li Xuanyue finally understood.

Her dear Wen Shijun was here to champion Li Qinghe’s cause.

No wonder he had suddenly thought to bring her porridge.

His true intention wasn’t kindness it was to accuse Lang Shijun under the guise of delivering food.

Since when had the men in her palace learned to eat from her bowl while working for others?

Did they think her recent illness meant she wouldn’t trouble them?

That she was easy to manipulate?

Or did they, in their hearts, see Li Qinghe as their true mistress?

For a moment, the hall fell deathly silent.

“And what does Wen Shijun suggest this princess do?”

After a pause, Li Xuanyue’s voice finally emerged from behind the curtains.

Her tone was light, almost ethereal, carrying an indescribable weight.

Yet Wen Shijun, lost in his own thoughts, failed to notice.

Still speaking in his usual self-important manner, he said:

“Princess Qinghe is Her Highness’s younger sister. In my humble opinion, Your Highness might consider verbally reprimanding Attendant Lang.”

This would both appease Princess Qinghe’s anger and prevent Attendant Lang from harboring too much resentment toward him.