Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 323 Towards the Golden Palace (27)

Meng Zhenyue didn't speak, but just sobbed silently.

Yan Zhen walked in and gently placed his hand on her shoulder: "I'm sorry to tell you the truth in this way."

Meng Zhenyue shook her head, her tears falling even more profusely: "I should have known. When he insisted on marrying me, I should have guessed that he had ulterior motives... Otherwise, why would he have fallen for someone like me?"

Yan Zhen frowned: "Don't say that. No matter what kind of person you are, you shouldn't be an excuse for him to lie to you, harm you, and take advantage of you! Xie Zhao is the one who is wrong, and he is the one who deserves to die! You are the victim, don't blame yourself for his mistakes."

Meng Zhenyue didn't reply, her head lowered, a suppressed sob escaping her throat.

Yan Zhen knew she needed time to process the large amount of malicious information, so she took out a handkerchief, placed it on the table next to her, and turned to leave the private room.

Half an hour later, the door to the private room opened, and Meng Zhenyue, having composed herself, came out.

Yan Zhen, who was waiting outside, got up and went to greet her: "Madam Meng".

Meng Zhenyue's eyes were red and swollen, and she looked very tired. She forced herself to speak and said, "Madam Cao, I want to talk to you."

Yan Zhen nodded: "Okay."

The two entered the private room, and Yan Zhen told Luo Jun everything that had happened to her.

Even though she had already overheard the gist of Yan Zhen and Xie Zhao's conversation in the private room next door, Meng Zhenyue was still shocked to hear the whole story from Yan Zhen again.

Her hands, clutching the handkerchief, trembled uncontrollably: "He could be so cruel, it's terrifying..."

The thought that the man she shared her bed with day and night was a wicked ghost who would send someone to kill his wife in order to climb the ladder of power and wealth sent chills down Meng Zhenyue's spine.

Yan Zhen observed her expression: "Madam Meng..."

When Meng Zhenyue saw that she seemed to want to say something but hesitated, her heart skipped a beat.

Her intuition told her that Cao He had something even more horrifying to tell her.

This matter may be related to her personally.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhenyue took several deep breaths and said in a trembling voice, "Madam Cao, just say what you have to say. I... I can bear it."

Things have come to this point, nothing could be worse than they are now.

Yan Zhen sighed softly and called out to the door, "Steward, please invite Doctor Murong in."

The door to the private room opened from the outside, and the head steward led in an elderly man with white hair and beard.

Meng Zhenyue recognized him as a doctor from the most famous clinic in the capital, but he had not seen patients for many years, focusing instead on researching medicinal herbs and rarely leaving his post.

"Doctor Murong, please."

At Yan Zhen's prompting, Meng Zhenyue extended her hand so that Doctor Murong could take her pulse.

The more Dr. Murong examined the patient, the more his brows furrowed.

A full quarter of an hour later, Doctor Murong finally stopped and looked at Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen understood the meaning behind his look and said, "It's alright, just speak frankly. Madam Meng has the right to know the true state of her body."

Even so, Doctor Murong still carefully considered his words before asking, "Is my wife unable to have children?"

Madam Meng nodded: "Yes, the doctor said I have a cold constitution..."

"No, you've been given a drug that will prevent you from having children."

Meng Zhenyue's pupils contracted slightly, thinking she had misheard: "What?"

"Judging from the pulse, it should be within five years. The infertility drug is a poison. After taking it, it will not only make a woman unable to have children, but it will also damage her health and shorten her lifespan. If it is discovered within a year of taking it, there is still a chance to reverse it, but five years have already passed in your case..."

Before Doctor Murong could finish speaking, Meng Zhenyue, after a moment of stunned silence, suddenly burst into laughter.

She was laughing for a while, then she covered her face and started crying again.

For a moment, she was crying and laughing like a madwoman.

Yan Zhen immediately signaled the butler to take Doctor Murong away. She closed the door, leaving only herself and Meng Zhenyue in the private room.

"A drug that would kill my offspring... He actually gave me a drug that would kill my offspring just to use me!!!"

Meng Zhenyue's eyes were bloodshot and her voice was hoarse. The usually gentle and kind woman seemed like a different person now, acting like a madwoman, with the hairpins and ornaments in her hair jingling and falling to the ground.

"Xie Zhao! Xie Zhao!! How could you be so cruel!!! What did I do wrong to deserve this?!"

Yan Zhen did not stop Meng Zhenyue from venting her emotions.

As a victim, she has had a difficult time in the past few years.

Now that she has suddenly learned the truth about her unhappiness, it's perfectly normal for her to have an emotional breakdown or a collapse of her beliefs.

Meng Zhenyue cried and laughed for a long time, then, as if all her strength had been drained, she curled up on the floor in the corner of the private room with her hair disheveled and her eyes vacant.

Yan Zhen walked over and used a damp handkerchief to wipe away the tears on her face.

Meng Zhenyue snapped out of her daze and stared intently at Yan Zhen, as if talking to herself, or perhaps speaking to her.

“You know what? When he came to propose to me, I thought he was coming to save me.”

Because of a disability she was born with, Meng Zhenyue, despite being the legitimate daughter, was practically invisible in the Meng family.

From childhood to adulthood, her parents never took her to any banquets, and she was also forbidden from showing up when there were happy occasions or banquets for guests.

Her life seemed to be trapped in that narrow little courtyard.

When she was young, things were alright. Although her mother was ashamed to bring her into the public eye, she felt guilty and never deprived her of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. She had everything that her sisters had.

But as she grew older, no one came to propose marriage, and she became an old maid.

Several brothers in the family married one after another. The sisters-in-law and brothers' wives gradually began to complain about the fact that they had to support a lame sister-in-law in the family for the rest of their lives.

At first, her mother protected her. However, after her daughter-in-law had several conflicts with her, which led to a rift between her and her son, even her mother fell silent.

Meng Zhenyue once felt that her existence was a mistake, that no one needed her, and that she was only a burden to others.

Xie Zhao appeared at this time.

The dashing and debonair top scholar, unconcerned about her disability and mediocrity, unconcerned about her age being older than him, and defied societal criticism to marry her without hesitation.

Meng Zhenyue felt that Xie Zhao's arrival was a compensation from heaven for the injustices she had suffered over the past twenty years.

Because she was grateful to Xie Zhao, Meng Zhenyue never held back after marrying him. She used all the dowry her family had given her to build a house and hire servants, so that Xie Zhao, who came from a poor family, could have a decent home in the capital.

Xie Zhao also highly praised her efforts—he did not take concubines or maids, and he would go home after work every day and never messed around outside.

After learning that she was unable to have children, he was both pained and regretful, but he offered to adopt his deceased brother's two orphans into her name, on the condition that the mother who was taking care of the children in their hometown of Ningzhou would also come to the capital to live with them.

“Your mother is getting old and came to the capital to take care of the children. If she does anything wrong, please be understanding and don’t hold it against her.”

Over the past three years, Xie Zhao has used these words to silence her countless grievances.