Zhixia stared at Chu Qingluan's back in a daze, and she suddenly understood why His Majesty always said that the princess was most like him. This kind of insight and clarity was indeed something that not many people could achieve.

"I understand." Zhixia bowed deeply, "I was mistaken."

…

At the same time, in the stables of the princess's mansion.

Qi Che was bending over to clean the stable, his coarse linen clothes were covered with grass debris. His movements were mechanical and numb, and his eyes would occasionally look towards the main courtyard.

At this time, a deliberately suppressed conversation sounded from not far from the fence.

"Have you heard? His Highness will hold a piano concert at Wangyue Lake in three days..."

"Not only have I heard it, I heard Sister Zhixia say with my own ears that she wants to choose a prince consort for His Highness! Miss Jiuge came to the mansion yesterday and brought a lot of portraits. She also said that she wanted to pick a few faces for the princess to raise first..."

"Shh...keep your voice down. How can you spread such words?"

With a "click" sound!

The horse brush in Qi Che's hand fell heavily to the ground, startling the horse inside and causing it to paw and jump wildly.

The two servants who were talking immediately turned around and saw Qi Che rushing towards them with red eyes and a ferocious expression, and a fishy smell from the stable on his body.

"What did you say? Say it again!" He didn't know where he suddenly got the strength from, he rushed over, grabbed the security guard's collar, and questioned him almost roaring.

"Hey! Are you crazy? This is the princess's residence, let go!" Another guard reached out to stop him, but was violently thrown away by Qi Che.

Qi Che, however, acted like a madman. He threw the man to the ground and rushed towards the door.

"I want to see the princess!"

He grabbed one of them by the wrist, "Now! Immediately!"

"How dare you!" The guard broke free and slapped his sleeves in disgust: "You are just a horse slave, and you are worthy of asking to see His Highness?"

Qi Che suddenly laughed, and that smile was terribly twisted: "You won't let me see it? Okay..."

He turned around and picked up the iron fork that was used to feed horses. "Then I will die here, in the princess's mansion! Then everyone in the capital will know that Chu Qingluan forced her husband to death!"

The iron fork stabbed into the water trough with a clang, startling the horse and causing it to neigh non-stop. The servants stepped back in fear, only to see him actually starting to destroy the horse's harness, like a madman.

"This is crazy! Quick! Go find the butler!"