My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!-Chapter 1141 - 1147: All for Naught?

At this moment, the Unnamed Lake was swathed in an air of warmth, yet Li Mu’er was still seething with frustration.

The child just wouldn’t stop crying, no matter how much she tried to soothe him.

Impatiently, Li Mu’er pushed the child into the wet nurse’s arms, "Take him to the carriage in the back, don’t disturb the Prince’s rest."

Prince Liang’s eyes snapped open, catching the disdain in Li Mu’er’s gaze without missing a beat.

A hint of inquiry crept into his eyes; this woman truly saw the child as nothing more than a tool for gaining wealth and status, didn’t she?

He scoffed—Yi’er was the child he had longed for, hoped for, like wishing upon stars and moons.

He couldn’t let anyone belittle the boy, not even his own birth mother.

Unfortunately, Li Mu’er failed to grasp Prince Liang’s intent and instead brought up a topic she had been contemplating for a while.

"I never expected my cousin to become the Medicine King; is the Medicine King really that remarkable? Why does he command such respect, even from the Prince?" Li Mu’er asked deliberately.

But truly, she didn’t understand, what was so special about Medicine King Valley?

Why did they dare to blatantly challenge the people of the Imperial family?

A flicker of disdain crossed Prince Liang’s eyes, "Medicine King Valley’s medical expertise is unmatched in the entire world, and their services are essential to the Imperial family. Naturally, we must show them due respect."

"But even the previous Medicine King couldn’t heal the Saint when he was ill," Chen Yiling retorted, not convinced.

"Can you find someone who can?"

Prince Liang’s words were laced with sarcasm; Medicine King Valley was the wellspring of medicine for the entire world. When the Medicine King admitted to being powerless to avert death, not even a Daluo God could save the dying.

Most importantly, the previous Medicine King had once saved the life of the Founding Emperor, who had promised that as long as the Daxing Dynasty remained, the Medicine King would have authority over all his officials, generation after generation.

"My Lord, why don’t we just return to the Mansion of King Liang? Out here, you don’t have the demeanor of a Prince at all," Li Mu’er said coquettishly, clinging to Prince Liang’s arm.

Prince Liang was hot-tempered, ready to explode at the slightest provocation, and her words were sure to fan the flames of his anger.

If she was destined never to have Bai Yifan, she might as well ruin him.

Prince Liang cast a glance at Li Mu’er, "We will set off for the capital after Yi’er’s second month has passed. Once we’re at the Mansion of King Liang, you will hand Yi’er over to the Queen to raise personally."

He was not fond of the Queen. That woman always talked about propriety, righteousness, integrity as if carrying herself with pride even in her sleep—utterly dreary.

But she was excellent at child-rearing, with her several daughters all being well-mannered, sensible, and endearing.

Li Mu’er was stunned for a long while before pleading, "My Lord, Yi’er is my life, I absolutely cannot hand him over to someone else; no woman would raise a non-biological child as her own."

"The Queen is my principal wife, and I trust her character. This matter is settled," Prince Liang declared firmly.

What qualifications did a woman who lacked patience with children have to be a mother?

"I went through life and death to give birth to him; I can’t be separated from him," Li Mu’er fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face.

She couldn’t bear to part with the child she’d carried for ten months, but more than that, she grieved for herself. novelbuddy.cσ๓

Coming from a family of humble status, she was about to lose her son, whom she had relied on for support, to someone else. How could she maintain her footing in the Wang Mansion?

"Which woman doesn’t give birth to children? Who else is as melodramatic as you? If you are unwilling, then your only choice will be to leave the Wang Mansion," Prince Liang said without a trace of reluctance.

He had lost any sentiment for this woman long ago; his current indulgence was simply for the sake of the child.

But Li Mu’er’s foolishness had eroded his patience completely.

Li Mu’er collapsed on the ground; facing such heartless repudiation from Prince Liang, what could she do but give up hope?

Had all her efforts at the temple been in vain?