Chapter 210: Your Majesty, the Crown Prince and Prince Rui hook my legs

After completing her villain mission, Concubine Shu didn't want to sit at the same table with the prince to eat, so she found a reason to leave.

In the end, there were only four people at the dinner table.

But how can we describe the intricate relationship?

There were three men at the table, one was Ye Xiaoman's nominal husband, and the other two were her nominal sons, who had affairs with her.

No matter which angle you look at it from, it's explosive.

Ye Xiaoman watched as the imperial meals were served one after another, and each dish was cooked in a way that was unimaginable in the slums.

After the dishes were served, she started eating at the emperor's command.

She was of the lowest status and she chose to keep her mouth shut.

From the experience gained from Ji Wenyi, even ordinary chats about family matters would be considered an offense by the Tianlong people. The more she talks, the more mistakes she makes. Being mute is the most suitable for her.

The emperor liked her because she was well-behaved and sensible, and he thought she was quiet and lovely.

He personally picked up some food for her and said, "Try this dish made with Nascent Soul Monster. It can help you recover."

Ye Xiaoman said that the feeling of being stared at by an old man with lustful eyes made her feel uncomfortable.

Ji Wenyi and Ji Weiming's expressions showed extreme patience, as if they would flip the table in the next second.

At the same time, she really wanted to swear to the heavens with two fingers and say out loud the classic line: "Your Majesty, I want to report the Crown Prince and Prince Rui for their crimes of incestuous affairs in the harem. They are guilty of hooking my legs with their feet under the dinner table."

The emperor once again picked up some food for Ye Xiaoman, and Ji Wenyi couldn't help but advise: "Father, the attendant is watching."

The Jiujiu Sheren were officials responsible for recording the emperor's words and deeds. Usually there were two of them. Their daily job was to stand face to face in the palace with pen and paper in hand. Later generations saw in history books the emperor's private anecdotes that were as private as if they were listening to the emperor's bedside, which came from their records.

The emperor looked up in confusion and saw that the attendant was staring at him with a sharp gaze, as if he wanted to record the absurdity of his public sexual intercourse with the young concubine.

The emperor put down his chopsticks in disappointment, as Ji Wenyi had ruined his interest.

"The Crown Prince is becoming more and more like a ruler. I am very pleased."

Ye Xiaoman heard the murderous intent behind these words.

The undercurrents beneath the mask of fatherly love and son's affection become more apparent the more you appreciate it.

Ji Weiming's expression did not change. He controlled the rotating table in a very subtle and unnoticeable way, and focused on transferring Ye Xiaoman's favorite dishes to her.

Ji Wenyi and his old father looked at each other calmly, and his boots reached out from under the table again, continuing to rub Ye Xiaoman's calves in front of his father.

Ye Xiaoman kicked him away.

Ji Wenyi smiled politely, hooked his stepmother's feet under the table, and replied to the emperor: "It's my father who taught me well."

The meal was finally finished.

Ye Xiaoman felt like she was fighting a war without the smoke of gunpowder.

She has to deal with the old man's teasing openly, and flirt with two men at the same time under the table.

The palace maids came up to clear the banquet.

Most of the dishes were untouched. Seeing the waste, Ye Xiaoman asked the emperor, "Can I pack up the leftovers?"

The emperor greatly praised Ye Xiaoman's diligence and thriftiness, and took pity on her low position and meager monthly salary, so he rewarded her with some good things.

After giving the things, the emperor changed the subject and, regardless of the presence of his two sons, wanted to push Ye Xiaoman in the wheelchair to his bedroom.

"Gong Zhaoyi, now that you have regained your beauty, how can I bear to leave you alone in this empty room?"

Ji Weiming suddenly said, "Father!"

Ji Wenyi frowned in disapproval and seemingly unintentionally stood in front of Ye Xiaoman. "This month is Ramadan. You need to purify your body and mind and pray for blessings for the world."

"These are just formalities," the emperor said dismissively. "As long as you don't tell anyone, no one will..."

"When mortals think, Heaven and Earth know, and the gods know."

Jiaying's solemn voice rang out outside the hall.

When the emperor saw Lian Jiaying appear, he immediately wilted.

As the Son of God and an unparalleled monk, Jiaying is a role model for morality wherever he goes.

If you point at anyone and say "shameless", that person will immediately become the target of public criticism and be drowned in spit by the world.

What else could the emperor do? He could only restrain his desires.

In order to show his determination to keep the precepts, he also has to keep a distance from the lively Ye Xiaoman.

"It was just a joke," the emperor laughed. "Here comes the Imperial Master."

Jiaying was aloof and even more arrogant than the royal family. He walked in directly and did not greet the crown prince and prince when he saw them present. He just nodded slightly to the emperor and performed a Buddhist salute.

The emperor was still very respectful to Jiaying on the surface and returned the salute.

"Gong Zhaoyi." Jiaying then bowed to Ye Xiaoman, and ignored Ji Wenyi and Ji Weiming, not even glancing at them, as if they didn't exist.

Ji Wenyi watched the interaction between Jiaying and Ye Xiaoman coldly, and found it strange. He secretly kept this oddity in mind, but still kept a faint smile on his face, not revealing any of his thoughts.

Ji Weiming felt depressed when he saw Jiaying. He finally fell in love with her, but everyone wanted to snatch her away from him.

Jiaying saw Ye Xiaoman sitting in a wheelchair. His eyes fell on her injured foot in a cast. His heart ached, and the frost and snow accumulated between his eyebrows became even colder.

He had heard the report from the palace's spies about what happened and knew how Ye Xiaoman was injured.

Jiaying said coldly, "Your Majesty, the crocodile beast you keep in the pond outside..."

"Oh, the Great and Small Alligator Generals that the Imperial Master mentioned."

When the emperor mentioned his beloved pets, his face was full of smiles, like a big boy who was hundreds of years old. Those two crocodiles were raised by him when he was a prince. They were usually naughty and would occasionally eat some palace servants. He raised them for hundreds of years and finally raised them to ten meters long. They were closer to him than his own sons.

The emperor asked in surprise, "Could it be that the Imperial Master has seen that they are about to awaken to spiritual wisdom?"

"Man-eating beasts," Jiaying said in a flat voice, "I have liberated them from the dead."

"Reincarnation? Kill, kill? No——"

The emperor completely forgot about Sese and was heartbroken. He walked out quickly and saw the corpses of several crocodiles floating on the surface of the pond.

He felt that being an emperor was really frustrating.

The emperor was devastated and went home to recuperate.

The Ji brothers and Jiaying have different positions and their relationship is tense, but they both agree with Jiaying's handling of the crocodile beast.

Even if Jiaying doesn't take action, they will.

When Jiaying took action, none of the palace servants outside the hall came in to inform the emperor, which was the result of the assistance of the two brothers.

What a blind beast, how dare he hurt Ye Xiaoman.

Even so, Ji Wenyi had been troubled by Jiaying recently. Whenever he saw him, he would always say, "National Master, Buddha is merciful and all beings are equal."

Jiaying replied coldly: "With a heart of bodhisattva, he acts with ruthless force."

He helped Ye Xiaoman get half of her revenge on the spot. When he turned his head to her, his eyes suddenly softened, "Gong Zhaoyi, I will take you back."

Ye Xiaoman just appeared and sat there, and she didn't even need to say a few lines, because the men had already helped her solve the problem.

There was no room for her to perform.

Jiaying pushed her wheelchair away.

Due to various objective factors, Ji Weiming and Ji Wenyi were unable to stop it and could only let Jiaying make the decision.

"Royal brother."

Ji Weiming said: "I want to talk to you."