Chapter 10: The Mad and Obsessive Prince x The Pampered and Spoiled Princess (10)

The entire figure looked undeniably disheveled.

“Stop right there!”

Anle took a step forward, blocking Zhaoyang’s path, her sharp gaze landing on the creature cradled in Zhaoyang’s arms.

“What is that thing?”

Anle reached out, attempting to brush aside the sleeve shielding the creature, but Zhaoyang evaded her hand.

She lifted her chin, not even sparing Anle a glance.

“Nothing.”

Anle sneered coldly, narrowing her eyes as she appraised Zhaoyang’s bedraggled appearance from head to toe.

Liuxu had said she saw her heading in that direction, which meant Zhaoyang had likely witnessed the assassin’s attempt on the Crown Prince—and perhaps even how her fifth brother was injured.

“Where were you just now? Father ordered us to hunt, and you only caught a wolf pup?”

Zhaoyang hugged the wolf dog tighter, her voice flat.

“Your Highness, what nonsense are you speaking? I was in the hunting grounds all along.”

Anle replied, “Then why didn’t I see you?!”

Zhaoyang retorted, “The hunting grounds are vast; it’s only natural Your Highness wouldn’t see me. Besides, the autumn hunt is important—why are you so fixated on finding me?”

“Of course it’s because…” Anle hesitated, quickly realizing she nearly fell into Zhaoyang’s trap.

“Of course, I want to see how many prey my elder sister has caught.”

“As you see, none at all.”

Zhaoyang didn’t want to argue further, brushing past her and turning to leave.

“Stop.”

Anle raised her hand to block her again. “This wolf pup is truly adorable. Elder Sister, won’t you give it to me?”

A chill ran through Zhaoyang’s heart, though her expression remained calm and indifferent.

“You’ve never liked keeping pets. Why this time?”

Anle smiled sweetly and innocently, reaching to snatch it from her arms.

“I really don’t, but for some reason, this wolf pup seems so happy. Elder Sister, please gift it to me.”

Zhaoyang’s eyes darkened. She instinctively raised her hand to push her away, but before her sleeve could be touched, a familiar, indulgent voice sounded.

“Such a lively scene.”

Anle’s face brightened, quickly raising a hand. “Jianing!”

Shu Yao sauntered over slowly, her long gown trailing behind her, followed by a dozen maids and attendants.

“Why aren’t you resting in the royal palace? What brings you out in this blazing sun? Don’t get heatstroke.”

Princess Jianing was of noble health; if anything happened to her, the Emperor would undoubtedly punish her severely.

Shu Yao smiled slightly. “Nothing much, just heard the commotion here. What’s going on?”

Anle snorted coldly, losing patience with the pretense, glaring at Zhaoyang. “It’s all thanks to our dear elder sister, who stayed in the hunting grounds all day and caught only a half-weaned wolf pup.”

“I like this wolf pup and begged Elder Sister to give it to me, but she refused.”

Everyone knew Princess Jianing and Princess Anle were closest friends.

If Anle asked for something, whether a beast or the stars and moon, Jianing would snatch it up to give her.

Zhaoyang gritted her teeth in fury, clutching the wolf pup tightly and preparing to leave.

“Elder Sister.”

A light voice drifted from behind.

Zhaoyang hated being called “Elder Sister” by her now. Time had changed her; she was no longer the same as before.

Whenever that tone was used, trouble was sure to follow.

Sure enough, the next moment, Wantao stood before her with a long whip in hand.

“Since Anle likes this beast, why not give it to her instead of hiding it?”

Though the tone was questioning, Wantao was already reaching to snatch it from Zhaoyang.

Jianing’s personal maid acted on her orders, never showing her an ounce of respect.

Before, when she wanted fine silks or precious treasures, Zhaoyang didn’t mind if she took them.

But this time… she adamantly refused to let go.

Zhaoyang turned around, her sleeves fluttering, eyes filled with unhidden rage.

“Jianing.”

Shu Yao tilted her head, meeting Zhaoyang’s gaze, raising an eyebrow as if daring her to continue.

“Don’t forget—”

“All game caught during the autumn hunt belongs to the hunter. This is a rule set by Father. Do you not even respect him?”

Using the Emperor to pressure her was futile; Shu Yao was immune to such tactics.

“Father loves me. Even if he knew, he wouldn’t fault me.”

“But Elder Sister…”

Shu Yao paused, her voice curling with provocation.

“If Father knew you wouldn’t even part with a mere beast, how would he punish you?”

Such incidents had happened too many times before.

Shu Yao recalled once when the original owner coveted the pearl hairpin atop Zhaoyang’s head and tried to snatch it.

That pin was a keepsake from Zhaoyang’s birth mother, and she refused to relinquish it. Their struggle almost injured the original owner.

When the matter reached Emperor Chu’an, he didn’t even ask questions before ordering ten lashes on Zhaoyang, nearly costing her her life.

Seeing Zhaoyang frozen in place, Anle immediately beamed with satisfaction.

“Did you hear that? Jianing wants you to hand over the beast. You’d better do it quietly, or I’ll have Father punish you!”

Zhaoyang lowered her head, nails digging into her palms so hard she almost drew blood.

The wolf pup looked up at her, unaware of the fate that awaited it.

It was emaciated, with barely any flesh on its bones; its high, protruding spine made it look quite ugly.

When she found it, blood stained the grass, with seven or eight dead wolf pups nearby.

The mother wolf had been hunted and taken away by someone, leaving only this one behind.

It was clearly the least favored, unable to nurse and grow fat, pitifully hiding in a tree hollow and howling.

The moment Zhaoyang saw it, she felt an inexplicable connection.

Wasn’t it just like herself in the depths of the palace?

Constantly abused, unloved, neglected—always left with whatever scraps were left by others.

Unable to protect even herself, yet somehow, she had brought this creature out with her.

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