Love at First Sight Chapter 67: No One Would Believe It, No Matter Who Said It

Wen Yueqing walked ahead, grumbling to herself, “Why must the Fifth Prince insist on meeting me by the little garden?”

Suddenly, Ah Jiang came up behind her and clamped a hand over her mouth. Startled, she thought, “No way—who’s trying to harm me now? Is there no justice left in this world?”

Though Ah Jiang was only a eunuch, his strength far surpassed Wen Yueqing’s. He pressed a handkerchief laced with sedative over her nose and dragged her aside. At this hour, most of the household had retired to rest; few people were wandering outside.

Wen Yueqing, her mouth and nose covered, gasped for breath. Soon, she began to feel suffocated. At first, she struggled, but after inhaling the drug, her limbs grew weak and numb, her entire body powerless, and her vision swam. She collapsed onto the ground.

Ah Jiang looked down at her with a sly grin. “Miss Wen, don’t worry. I’m just here to deliver you to share a romantic evening with the Fifth Prince.”

With that, he hefted Wen Yueqing onto his shoulder and hurried toward the side chamber.

Ah Ying was waiting anxiously nearby. When Ah Jiang finally arrived, carrying Wen Yueqing, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Has the one inside drunk the medicine?” Ah Jiang whispered.

“He has. It’s been about ten minutes. I heard him groaning—so it must have taken effect by now,” Ah Ying replied softly.

“Good. Open the door quickly,” Ah Jiang urged, gesturing with his lips.

Ah Ying nodded and unlocked the door.

Wen Yueqing could vaguely hear their conversation, but her muddled mind couldn’t process it.

Ah Jiang darted into the room. A small lamp cast a faint glow across the space, revealing Zun Yi slumped over the table, panting heavily.

Hearing someone enter, Zun Yi looked up and saw a girl placed on the bed before the man hurriedly left.

“Lock the door!” Ah Ying reminded him from outside.

Ah Jiang worked quickly, fastening the lock in two swift motions.

“Should I go to the rear courtyard for His Highness now?” Ah Ying asked.

Ah Jiang nodded. “Go. The drug is potent—those two won’t take long.”

At this, Ah Ying hurried toward the rear courtyard, keeping her head down to avoid attention.

At that moment, Lady Tian sat in her room, her heart pounding so fiercely she feared it might leap from her chest.

Qiao’er had already gone to gather news, promising to return at once if anything happened.

Clutching her handkerchief tightly, Lady Tian felt a rush of excitement—her cheeks grew hot at the thought of the scandalous scene unfolding.

Imagining Wen Yueqing disgraced and ruined thrilled her to the core.

A laugh slipped from her lips, her usually gentle and serene face now tinged with an eerie expression by the flickering candlelight.

Meanwhile, Beauty Li feigned that her medicinal soup was too hot, sipping it ever so slowly.

At last, she finished and handed the bowl to the waiting maid.

“This soup tastes terrible—I’m afraid it might even harm the child,” she pouted, casting a coquettish glance at Zun You.

“Good medicine is bitter. You must listen to Physician Zhang from now on,” Zun You replied flatly, offering her a perfunctory comfort.

“Yes, I will obey,” Beauty Li replied, stroking her belly and thinking, “It should be about time. Why hasn’t the messenger come yet? I can barely keep His Highness here any longer.”

Though anxious, she kept her gentle smile fixed in place.

Just then, someone outside announced a visitor seeking His Highness.

Zun You, puzzled, ordered Liu Yi to bring the person in.

Upon hearing this, Beauty Li’s eyes sparkled with delight. Inwardly, she rejoiced, “At last! Wen Yueqing, let’s see how you escape this time!”

Ah Ying burst in, face flushed with panic, and knelt before Zun You. Without a word, she kowtowed three times, her head lowered.

Zun You, seeing her like this, sensed something grave had happened in the household.

Liu Yi stood by, equally stunned, and urged, “Stop kneeling—speak! What’s the matter?”

“Your Highness… just now, near the little garden, I saw the Fifth Prince…”

She stammered, terror plain on her face.

“My brother? What about him? I thought he’d already returned to his quarters. Speak clearly; don’t mumble,” Zun You pressed, worried something had happened to Zun Yi.

“I saw the Fifth Prince waiting for someone, so I didn’t dare approach. Then Miss Wen arrived.”

Ah Ying kept her head bowed, unable to meet Zun You’s gaze.

“And then? What happened?” Zun You, hearing Wen Yueqing’s name, grew anxious.

“I saw the Fifth Prince embrace Miss Wen—they even kissed. Then they went into the side chamber together. Out of curiosity, I followed, and saw the Fifth Prince carry Miss Wen onto the bed as soon as they entered.”

She spoke rapidly, no longer nervous—having rehearsed these words all day.

“I immediately sensed trouble and, fearing for both Your Highness’s and Miss Wen’s reputations, hurried here to report.”

Zun You felt as though struck by lightning; his face turned deathly pale.

Kicking Ah Ying aside, he roared, “What nonsense are you spouting?”

Ah Ying, knocked to the floor and slow to react, burst into tears. “Your Highness, I dare not lie—what I said is the absolute truth!”

Zun You’s eyes blazed with fury; though he refused to believe it, he knew a mere maid would never dare fabricate such a tale.

He stormed out, heading swiftly toward the little garden.

Liu Yi followed, too shocked to speak. A cold sweat prickled his skin, dread crawling over him. “If this is true, there will be no salvaging the situation,” he thought.

He knew better than anyone the depth of Zun You’s feelings for Wen Yueqing—this disaster could be fatal. The thought made him dread following; if he saw something he shouldn’t, he might be implicated as well.

Whether he witnessed it or not, he felt as though he were floating, his soul all but absent.

Zun You, wracked with anxiety, was determined to see for himself. No one could convince him otherwise—he could not and would not believe it.

All the while, Ah Jiang lingered nearby, keeping vigilant watch for any sign of trouble.

When he finally spotted Zun You approaching in the distance, he hurried to unlock the door and slipped away at a run—his task at last complete.