My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!-Chapter 1167 - 1173: Retribution Has Come

"Kill the men, bring the women back for interrogation, and also release a message that the Side Concubine unfortunately died of illness, and I do not want others to know about this," Prince Liang said.

The followers bowed, "As your subordinate, I will handle it at once."

Only after Prince Liang left did the followers enter the room to clean up the aftermath.

As people came in, Li Mu’er quickly covered her chest, "What are you coming in for? Get out!"

"After being with so many people, you still pretend to be pure?" one follower said rudely.

Li Mu’er had just penalized him a year’s salary today, and called them useless. She didn’t expect the retribution to come so quickly.

For the sake of Silver, he couldn’t let this woman off easy!

Another person chimed in, "Right? Did you have enough fun today?"

Lustful eyes spun around Li Mu’er’s body a few times, wishing he could have a turn if she weren’t so dirty.

"Her figure is really good; to be with her would indeed be a once-in-a-lifetime pleasure."

"Once we get to the prison, won’t you have plenty of chances? By then, you can do whatever you want, as the Prince never wants to see this woman again in his life," another remarked.

"Then hurry up, following the Prince is such a hardship, we should really enjoy ourselves today."

Thinking of how she was once the Prince’s woman, his beastly instincts boiled.

Li Mu’er curled up into a ball, silently enduring the guard’s harassment.

A tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by dogs; such was her state now.

"Get a cloak to wrap her up, at least she was the Prince’s Side Concubine. If the Prince hears what you’re saying, we’ll be in trouble," the leading guard said.

Whatever ideas you have, keep them until we get to the prison, but now it’s too dangerous.

"Big brother, don’t worry, the Prince will definitely go back and investigate the Little Prince’s background," another said.

The Prince is most suspicious, and the Side Concubine is promiscuous; maybe the child is from another man.

As he had predicted, King Qin, after returning, called all the maids serving Li Mu’er to his study.

"Is the child born by Li Mu’er actually mine?" King Qin asked.

Colorful Butterfly knelt down quickly, "Of course it is, Your Majesty. The Queen was already feeling nauseous and unwell while she was still at the Wang Mansion, but she was expelled before she could inform you. You must believe in her, her feelings for you are entirely sincere."

Prince Liang scoffed lightly, "Sincere? I saw her with another man with my own eyes!"

He thought that Li Mu’er was more devoted to some outsider!

"The Queen would never do that, Your Highness, you must investigate thoroughly and not wrong a good person," Colorful Butterfly said, her heart pounding.

Could the Side Concubine’s plan have failed?

If she had known, she wouldn’t have returned to the Government Office first, and could have fled in time if she noticed something wrong.

Prince Liang slammed the desk hard, "I just want to know if that child is mine!"

Colorful Butterfly hesitated, then finally said, "Of course."

"Good, throw her into the prison and interrogate her severely."

Colorful Butterfly said stubbornly, "Your Highness already has the answer in mind, why ask me? This is forcing a confession!"

Prince Liang nodded, "Indeed, I already know the answer. Such affairs are all too common in the palace. If I wasn’t so desperate for a heir, do you think your tricks could have fooled me?"

As the child grows less and less like him, how could he possibly be his son?

"Colorful Butterfly, I advise you to just tell the truth to the Prince," someone suggested.

Colorful Butterfly insisted, "What I’ve said is the truth."

"Drag her away," Prince Liang said impatiently.

This time Colorful Butterfly was quiet as the guard dragged her out.

Because she still harbored a glimmer of hope in her heart, hoping that once in prison she and the Side Concubine could synchronize their stories, there might still be a chance to turn the tables.