Kick out the general as soon as you are reborn

At noon, in the No. 1 private room of Mingyue Tower.

Liu Yanyan was leaning against the window, admiring the bustling street scene outside. When she looked down, she saw the third prince Zhou Shenyi, dressed in gray clothes and dressed like a commoner, sneaking towards a remote medical clinic.

She frowned slightly, her heart tense for fear of being discovered, and hid behind the window. She didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she saw the Third Prince walk into the clinic. She turned around and closed the window, leaving a small gap to ensure that people outside couldn't see her.

Only then did he feel relieved to peek through the crack in the window, wondering in his heart, "Why did the Third Prince secretly come to the clinic? Could he be dying? Great! How could I let you go if you plotted against me? The retribution has finally come."

"It's my due! I didn't expect it to actually work! That's great! Heng, seeing as how you've become a eunuch, you still dare to plot against me. Do you really think I'm made of clay?"

Seeing the princess's vigilant look, Liu Wu also stepped aside to avoid being seen. He was even more curious about what was happening outside that was worthy of the princess's caution and his willingness to peek.

Liu Yanyan was completely unaware, and stared straight at the alley downstairs, afraid of missing something? Half an incense stick later, she saw the third prince walking out with a gloomy face, looking absent-minded, walking alone on the road, and tripped over a wooden barrel next to him. He fell to the ground, kicked the barrel away as if to vent his anger, and staggered out. "It's okay, I have a son, I still have a son, I didn't lose, I won't admit defeat, I can't lose."

Watching the Third Prince leave the alley behind in a daze, he raised his lips, stood up with a smile, returned to the table, and muttered to himself, "Retribution, humph, you plotted against me, you deserve it, your son is only a few months old, it's a question whether he can grow up in the royal family! Humph!" He couldn't help but raise his lips, smiled happily, picked up the chopsticks on the table, picked up a piece of roast duck, put it into his mouth and tasted it carefully, "Delicious, this is delicious, today's roast duck is especially delicious, let the shopkeeper make another plate and send it to the prince."

Liu Wu said respectfully, "Okay, Princess. I'll ask Liu Liu to arrange it right away." Then he turned and walked out of the box.

Liu Yanyan watched Liu Wu walk out of the box and then she laughed out loud, "Retribution! Hahahaha! That's great! I can't kill you, but it's not a loss if I can disgust you to death. You deserve it for scheming against me, huh! Not a loss, not a loss!" She was so happy that she ate two more bowls of rice.

Third Prince's Mansion

The third prince walked into the study in a daze, collapsed on a pear wood chair, stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, said nothing, and showed no interest in anything.

At this time, the servant Fugui came in carefully carrying the cooked deer penis soup, "Master, this is the tonic soup that the princess specially ordered for you. It has been stewed for several hours. Please try it. It is now delicious."

The Third Prince stared coldly at the servant's rich and flattering face. He felt that the servant and the soup in his hand were all mocking him. He overturned the soup bowl on the ground and broke it into pieces. "Get out, get out, no one is allowed to bring soup to me anymore. It's so disgusting to keep serving soup every day. Look at what it is. It's disgusting."

The servant Fugui was terrified. He knelt on the wet ground and kowtowed, "Master, please spare my life. Master, please spare my life."

The third prince looked at Fugui with dissatisfaction and begged humbly. Thinking that Fugui could give birth but he couldn't, he became even more angry. He raised his foot and kicked Fugui, knocking him to the ground onto the porcelain pieces.

After Fugui fell, his face was scratched by the porcelain pieces, but he didn't dare to get angry. He knelt down quickly and said, "Master, it's all my fault. Please calm down, please calm down, don't get angry and hurt yourself."

The Third Prince was so angry that he lost all reason and threw everything he could at Fugui. "Who let you in? Who allowed you to come in? You disobedient slave deserves to die."

Fugui knelt on the ground, protecting his head and begging for mercy in a low voice, "Master, it is my fault, it is all my fault, please forgive me this time, I will serve you wholeheartedly, please spare my life."

The third prince sneered, picked up the large blue and white porcelain vase beside him, and smashed it hard on Fugui's head. He watched blood gushing out of Fugui's head and he fell to the ground, motionless. Then he threw away the broken pieces of the vase in his hand and shouted at the door, "Come in, clean the room, take Fugui down, and ask a doctor to see him, so he doesn't die of bad luck." He sat on the relatively intact pear wood chair in the room and watched coldly.

Several maids came into the room and were so frightened when they saw this situation that they trembled with fear. They pretended to be calm and dared not show it, and cleaned the room in an orderly manner.

Two guards entered the room and dragged the half-dead servant Fugui out.

A guard walked to the rockery outside the house and dared to say, "What happened to Fugui? Why was he beaten so badly that he almost died."

"Don't ask. The more you know, the less safe it will be. You might just displease your master."

"Okay, no more talking. Let's take Fugui to the palace doctor first. Otherwise, if he dies and I lose my temper, who will take the blame?"

Another guard said in surprise, "Okay, walk faster, walk faster."

Lu Ya, the little maidservant behind the rockery, was so frightened when she saw the people going away that she walked towards the main courtyard of the prince's wife trembling with fear.

The Third Prince's wife sat in front of the dressing table, took off the peony hairpin on her head, and said unhappily, "You have been with me for so many years, why are you still so unpresentable? What's the matter? You are so timid and annoying."

Lu Ya didn't answer and glanced at the maid next to her.

The Third Prince's wife then waved her hand, signaling the maids to leave. After watching them leave, she impatiently put down her hairpin and asked, "Tell me! What's the mysterious matter?"

Lu Ya knelt on the ground and said, "Master, just now I was behind the rockery and saw two guards dragging Fugui, who was beaten to death by the prince, to the palace doctor. I came back in fear to report."

The Third Prince's wife nodded, picked up the lip balm on her dressing table, applied it on her lips bit by bit, and said, "What? He even killed Fugui, who was closest to him! I get it, you can leave! Control your expression."

Only then did Lu Ya put away her frightened expression, knelt aside, and massaged the legs of the Third Prince's wife.

The Third Prince's wife narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, raised a lost smile, threw the lip balm on the dressing table, and muttered to herself, "It seems that the master is in a bad mood these days. Let's talk about the pregnancy plan later! Damn it, let Concubine Wen give birth to a son for the master, why am I not pregnant? Damn it." She stroked her flat belly in frustration, with a look of regret on her face.

Upon hearing this, Lu Ya lowered her head, not daring to say anything extra or move anything, for fear that her master would discover her presence. She didn't even dare to stop pounding her legs.