Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 372 My Vicious Cousin 6

Time passed slowly but surely, and a year quickly went by. Meng Yunluo had come of age and it was almost time for her to marry the Prime Minister's son.

As the wedding drew closer, Ding Zhao grew increasingly anxious.

He absolutely forbade Yunluo from marrying anyone else, especially not the Prime Minister's son.

She died because of him in her past life. If it weren't for giving birth to his child, how could Yunluo have died?

But he was at a loss.

Princess Chu will return to the capital in a year. Even if he goes to the Prince's residence now, no one will believe him, and he might even get beaten up and thrown out.

He could only wait for the Princess of Chu to come looking for him.

But now, what to do? What to do? He can't wait any longer.

Yunluo is getting married.

As for what the Prime Minister's son is like, in Qingmo's opinion, he is a refined and elegant gentleman.

In terms of appearance, talent, and character, he is a perfect match for Meng Yunluo.

Children raised in such aristocratic families from a young age are naturally different from Ding Zhao, a prince from the common people. Their noble bearing and demeanor are far beyond Ding Zhao's reach.

I don't know where Ding Zhao got the courage to try and snatch someone away from others.

He probably doesn't look in the mirror. Apart from being a prince, he has nothing else to offer, so it's no wonder Meng Yunluo would be interested in him.

As for having children, it wasn't the Prime Minister's fault. In his previous life, he didn't remarry for three years after Meng Yunluo's death.

It was only three years later that he married the legitimate daughter of a minor official, and the couple lived harmoniously after their marriage.

This is already very good. You can't expect someone to remain unmarried for life; that's unrealistic.

In this dynasty, the prime minister's son was already considered an excellent match.

Ding Zhao was extremely anxious. After much thought, he realized that the only way out was to confess his feelings to Meng Yunluo.

"Miss, Ding Zhao requests an audience, saying he has something important to tell you."

Meng Yunluo was embroidering her wedding dress when she heard this. She frowned and said impatiently, "I won't see him. What important thing could he have to do?"

The maid looked troubled. "Miss, he said that if you don't see him, he will kneel there forever."

Meng Yunlu snorted coldly, "Let him be. How dare a servant threaten me? Besides, when has he ever failed to kneel?"

Even so, I was still a little curious about what Ding Zhao was trying to say.

A short while later, the maid returned.

“Miss, Ding Zhao said this matter is related to the Prime Minister’s son.”

Hearing that it was related to her fiancé, Meng Yunluo hesitated for a moment, but decided to listen to what Ding Zhao had to say.

Ding Zhao was brought in, and Meng Yunluo glanced at him disdainfully.

"Speak quickly. Didn't you say you were talking about the Prime Minister's son? Let me tell you, if you can't come up with something today, you'll be in for a beating."

Ding Zhao looked at Meng Yunluo with deep affection in his eyes, "Please excuse me for a moment, Miss. What I have to say is very important."

"Hmph, do you think you can be alone with me? You wish!"

Meng Yunluo gave the maids a look, and they withdrew, holding their breath and waiting at the door with their heads bowed, awaiting instructions.

The door wasn't closed, so Meng Yunluo wasn't worried about anything.

"Can we talk now?"

“Miss, I know you’re getting married, but I just can’t bear to watch you marry someone else.”

"I love you. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. Can you please not marry someone else? Wait for me, wait for me to marry you."

Upon hearing his words, Meng Yunluo's fingers tightened suddenly as she gripped the handkerchief, her eyes narrowing and flashing with a cold light.

That damned bastard, how dare he play her?

Meng Yunluo was so angry she laughed. She really thought Ding Zhao had something important to tell her.

And that's it? Ridiculous and laughable.

"Ding Zhao, who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?"

She sneered and smashed a teacup straight at Ding Zhao's forehead, instantly creating a bloody hole from which blood gushed out.

He ignored them and said urgently, "No, Miss, I am worthy of you."

"I am the eldest son of the King of Chu who was separated from his family. As long as I return to the palace, I will be the heir apparent. Really, you should believe me."

Meng Yunluo was stunned. Had Ding Zhao gone mad? "What nonsense are you spouting? You say you're the heir apparent, so you are?"

Meng Yunlu was furious and didn't want to hear another word from him; he was utterly disgusting.

Even if Ding Zhao were the heir apparent, she would not marry him.

With such an ugly thing like him, I don't know who gave him the confidence that Meng Yunluo would give up a great marriage for the position of a prince's consort and marry him instead.

"Guards, this lowly servant seems to have gone hysterical, spouting nonsense. Go and pull out his tongue, give him thirty lashes, and throw him out of the mansion."

Did they pull out his tongue?

At this moment, Ding Zhaocai truly felt Meng Yunluo's ruthlessness, and a chill swept over him.

Those were just minor squabbles before. If his tongue were really pulled out, forget about the position of heir apparent; it's questionable whether the royal family would even recognize him.

"No, young lady, you can't do this to me. I really am the Crown Prince of Chu."

"If the people from the Prince's Mansion come looking for you and find out how you treated me, I'm afraid the Minister's Mansion will also be implicated."

Meng Yunluo wouldn't listen. What kind of bastard dares to threaten her?

"Guards, drag him out immediately!"

"No! Yunluo, Meng Yunluo, I came here for you, you can't do this to me..."

The sound of Ding Zhao being dragged gradually faded away, mixed with the rough dragging sounds and Xiao Si's scolding.

Meng Yunluo sat on a carved peach wood chair, her ears ringing, and the light in her eyes flickered.

She didn't know if what Ding Zhao said was true. If it was true, then she had been tormenting Ding Zhao for so long, and she figured Ding Zhao wouldn't let her go.

She didn't believe it. After all she'd done to Ding Zhao, how could he still like her? Maybe he had some serious illness?

Whatever the truth is, she pulled out his tongue; she wouldn't let him harm the Minister's mansion.

"Someone, go outside and find someone to inquire about the Chu Prince's residence, to see if the Chu Princess has lost a son."

"Remember, don't let anyone know, and inquire carefully."

"Yes, ma'am."

A few hours later.

The maid who had been sent out to inquire about the situation hurriedly returned, looking anxious, and said, "Miss, I found out that the Princess of Chu has indeed lost a son. I heard that he was thrown away by a concubine, and his whereabouts are still unknown."

"Moreover, I've heard that quite a few people have impersonated princes to claim kinship in recent years."

"Alright, I understand. You may leave."

Since things have already come to this, whether Ding Zhao is right or wrong, he can only remain wrong.

For the sake of the Minister's mansion, then don't blame her for being ruthless.