Chapter 90 Why are you coming to me if I didn't kill you to protect you? Call me...

In the Lixiang Garden, the smoke is curling up, and the lingering fragrance is lingering in the air.

The play had stopped and everyone in the audience opened their eyes wide in shock, not knowing how to react.

Minister Chen's flushed face was distorted and terrifying. One hand tightly grasped the delicate chin of the famous actress, and the other hand held high the wine jug, pouring strong liquor into her mouth roughly and arrogantly.

The clear and sweet wine was hot and spicy, and it poured into her throat all at once. The spicy and burning pain made her burst into tears. She trembled and tried to struggle free, but how could she beat a rough man like him?

The martial artists from the troupe on both sides of the stage were so frightened and furious when they saw this that they were about to rush onto the stage to rescue him, but unexpectedly several followers in tight-fitting clothes had already flown to block the stage entrance.

The followers were full of disdain. One of them sneered and said, "Don't be ungrateful. This person is a favorite of the prince. Who dares to attack him?"

The theater owner was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. He wanted to step forward to dissuade them, but just as he took a step, he was pushed hard by one of his followers and stumbled to the ground.

The attendant leaned forward and whispered, "Be quiet, Minister Chen is very popular with the Crown Prince. How dare you, a theater owner, meddle in this business? Be careful or you might even lose your life."

Minister Chen glanced at him complacently, snorted coldly, turned around and pressed the wine pot hard against the famous actor's lips, and growled fiercely: "Try to push me again? If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished!"

Tears streamed down Ming Jiao'er's eyes, her face flushed, and the corners of her lips were red from the burning wine. She desperately pushed away Chen Shilang's hand with one hand, and struggled with the other hand, crying out in broken tones: "Please... I really can't drink, it will ruin my voice, I..."

Suddenly, "bang!" a crisp sound of breaking through the air was heard!

A white porcelain teacup fell from a private room on the second floor and landed right at Minister Chen's feet. The fragments flew everywhere, and the hot tea spilled all over the floor. A few drops of scalding tea also splashed onto his luxurious court boots.

Minister Chen was shocked and furious. He turned his head and shouted at the second floor: "Which bastard dares to ruin my mood!"

Before he finished speaking, the pearl curtain in the private room was gently lifted.

Feiyun walked forward slowly, slowly pushed aside the veil, revealing Shen Xingwan's beautiful figure.

She was dressed in a moon-white brocade gown, her black hair was like a waterfall, her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, her temperament was cold and dignified, and her eyes and eyebrows showed majesty without anger.

Even with a half-veiled veil, it was hard to conceal her stunning beauty.

She stood quietly behind the curtain, her voice as clear and cold as the sound of a cold jade bell:

"stop."

Minister Chen was stunned. Seeing her extraordinary demeanor, he felt a little afraid. However, as he held a high position in the court, how could he easily bow his head in front of everyone?

He suppressed his guilty conscience and said angrily, "Whose family are you from? How dare you meddle in my business? If you know what's best for you, get out of here!"

Shen Xingwan curled the corners of his lips slightly, sneered without saying a word, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

She slowly walked to the window, gently touched the railing of the carved wooden window, and said in a cold tone:

"I told you to stop, don't you understand?"

Minister Chen's eyes flashed with a fierce light, full of disdain: "It is not the turn of a woman to comment on what I want to do."

"After I take care of her, I will teach you a lesson, you nosy bitch!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already pushed the actress down on the table again, raised the wine jug high, and thrust it towards her mouth viciously.

With a "pop" sound, Shen Xingwan slapped the windowsill with his palm, his eyes suddenly became cold, and he slowly uttered a sentence:

"Someone, chop off his hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were several sounds of breaking wind passing by.

In an instant, several black-clad secret guards suddenly jumped out from the eaves and corners of Lixiang Garden. Their figures were as swift as ghosts, their footsteps were as light as a sound, and all of them were masked and had sharp skills.

The next moment, several cold hidden weapons flew out one after another, and in the flash of cold light, they had already hit Minister Chen's wrists.

He let out a scream, the wine jug fell from his hand, blood gushed out from his wrists, and his hands hung limply, with all the tendons and veins broken!

"ah!!"

There was a cry of surprise from the audience below the stage, and everyone scattered like birds and beasts, screaming as they fled out of Lixiang Garden. The ground was in a mess with overturned tables and chairs, spilled wine and silver coins all over the floor.

Minister Chen covered his wrist which was bleeding profusely. His face turned pale with pain and his body was shaking.

He was filled with shock and anger, and shouted at his followers: "Kill that bitch!"

Upon hearing the noise, all the followers rushed to the second floor. When the situation became tense, several men in black rushed out from both sides of the private room and drew their swords to protect Shen Xingwan. One of them shouted angrily, "The Regent Princess is here, who dares to touch her!"

The shout was like thunder, which stunned the servants.

"Princess Regent?!"

Someone screamed, "She is the Regent's woman?!"

"We...what should we do?!"

Minister Chen turned pale immediately, sweat poured down like rain, and his legs became so weak that he almost collapsed.

He tried hard to steady himself, and retreated backwards, stuttering: "I...I didn't mean it...I...don't...slave, I didn't recognize the great man, and offended the princess...slave...slave will leave now..."

Shen Xingwan looked down at him, the coldness in his eyes unabated.

"Weren't you very arrogant and wantonly bullying people just now?"

"Why, you want to leave? Can you leave?"

She raised her hand and said coldly, "Hit me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the secret guards rushed forward like wolves among a flock of sheep, punching and kicking, and using knives, sheaths and sticks.

The few followers who were guarding Minister Chen had not yet reacted when they were beaten back repeatedly, bleeding from their mouths and noses, and wailing non-stop.

The usually majestic Minister Chen was pinned to the ground by two secret guards and forced to kneel under the stage.

The famous actor collapsed on the ground, his eyes were filled with fear, his voice was hoarse and trembling, and he kept coughing.

Shen Xingwan walked down slowly from the second floor, her skirt trailing on the ground, her graceful figure as white as snow, and walked towards the stage step by step. Under the gaze of everyone, she looked down at Minister Chen, who had already knelt on the ground with a bruised face and nose.

"I remember that according to the court law, anyone who bullies a woman will be punished with eighty strokes of the cane and be exiled."

"Tell me, should you be punished?"

Minister Chen's mouth was bleeding, and he kowtowed repeatedly: "Please spare me...Princess, please spare me...It is my fault that I am blind..."

Shen Xingwan lowered his eyes and glared coldly, then turned to look at the secret guard beside him: "Drag him away and send him to the Dali Temple. Ask them to check how much money he has received in the past few years and how much he has done for whom."

The secret guard obeyed the order respectfully and dragged Minister Chen away from the stage, leaving behind only bloodstains on the ground and a room full of frightened spectators.

Shen Xingwan gently helped Mingjiaoer up and said softly, "Don't be afraid. I'm here today. No one can hurt you."

The famous actor's eyes were filled with tears. He choked up and knelt down to thank her. "Thank you, Princess, for your righteous rescue. Ruyan is grateful."

The midday sun was slanting, and the Lixiang Garden gradually returned to silence. However, in front of the Regent's Palace, a burst of hurried noise broke the palace's usual tranquility.

Several men in plain clothes, with frightened faces, walked up the stairs hurriedly and anxiously, their feet almost making the wind move.

The guards at the gate stepped forward to stop them. The leader quickly took out a piece of the Crown Prince's gold token from his bosom and said breathlessly, "Go and report to the Regent! We have something important to tell you. It's... about the Princess!"

The guard took the golden order and checked it, frowning slightly, but he did not dare to delay and immediately turned around to report.

After a while, several people were led to wait outside the study of the Regent's Palace.

The shadows of the bamboos in the courtyard swayed as the wind blew, and tiny, mottled shadows of light scattered all over the ground like gold. It was extremely elegant, as if it had not been affected by their panic in the slightest.

In the study, smoke was rising from the incense burner, and wisps of cold pine fragrance were lingering among the books.

Yan Jinghuan was dressed in a dark uniform, sitting behind a long desk, flipping through several files with his fingertips. He looked focused, and there was still a hint of coldness and weariness between his eyebrows from the morning meeting.

The servant outside the door reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, a few of the prince's men came and said they have something urgent to report."

Yan Jinghuan said "hmm" calmly, put down the bamboo slips in his hand slowly, wiped his fingertips with a handkerchief, and then said, "Let them in."

Several men filed in, and as soon as they entered the door, they knelt on the ground, kowtowed together, and cried out in pain: "Your Majesty, please make the decision for us!"

"Your princess got into a fight in Lixiang Garden and beat up a court official in public. It looked like she was about to kill him!"

"Yes, yes! That's Minister Chen of the Ministry of War, a powerful official in the court. How dare she have his hands cut off in public!"

"The blood... was all over the floor, and everyone in the theater ran away in fear!"

"We advised her with good intentions, but she not only refused to listen, but also ordered the secret guards to attack us without giving us any explanation. If you don't do anything about it, I'm afraid that the outside world will spread the news that the Regent's Palace is bullying the court officials and ignoring the law!"

Yan Jinghuan raised his eyebrows slightly, but he was not moved at all. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and stared at them with a smile.

"Did someone get beaten to death?"

The leading man was speechless for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Not really..."

"But Minister Chen...was seriously injured, his hand is broken..."

Yan Jinghuan raised the corners of his lips slightly and said lightly: "That means he was not beaten to death."

He supported his chin with one hand, and his tone was so calm, as if he had just heard some street gossip, without any sign of anger or surprise.

After a long moment, he raised his eyes, glanced at everyone, and smiled slowly, his smile full of coldness.

"Why are you looking for me if I haven't killed you yet? Are you asking me to do it?"

Several people looked at each other, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

The man tentatively said, "Your Majesty! He is an official of the imperial court."

"If the princess beats up an official in public and is not punished, I'm afraid it will attract criticism..."

"Besides...Besides, we originally wanted to ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for help, but now..."

Yan Jinghuan raised his eyebrows slightly and paused, "Crown Prince?"

He asked casually, "How is the prince these days?"

The man sighed and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince...was seriously injured in an assassination attempt a few days ago and is still unconscious. He has a high fever all day and keeps talking nonsense. We are so helpless that we want to ask you for help..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Jinghuan suddenly chuckled, his eyes cold and sharp.

Yan Jinghuan stood up, his posture upright, his wide sleeves swaying slightly, and the black robe with a wonderful drape flowing as it flowed, looking extremely precious.

He walked slowly up to them, lowered his eyes to look down at those anxious and frightened faces, and spoke in a low voice.

"My princess, even if she kills someone, I will personally clean the blade for her."

Everyone was shocked and their heads were buzzing.

Yan Jinghuan turned around, slowly sat down, and gently stroked the unread document. His tone was so lazy that it seemed as if he was just chatting.

"If you really feel wronged, write down everything your master has done and send it to the Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice. I want to see who can control who in this world."

Several people collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen, not daring to say another word.

The cigarette smoke was still curling in the study. Amid the lingering smoke, Yan Jinghuan lowered his eyes and concentrated, as if the turmoil here was just a piece of paper that he flicked across with his fingertips.