From that day on, General Zuo imprisoned himself, refusing to see anyone and staying indoors all day.
Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
Princess Jiahua seemed to have vanished into thin air.
However, rumors spread like wildfire, sweeping through the streets and alleys, from Jincheng to Biancheng. Young Master Huo also brought the Yang family back to Jincheng.
Among them, Madam Yang, being old, caught a cold midway and died.
In order to get on his way, the Third Young Master Huo buried the person on the spot without even leaving a tombstone.
Seeing this, the Yang family members were both angry and furious. One of them argued for a few words, but was then severely beaten by the Third Young Master Huo with a whip.
His skin was instantly torn open.
Fresh blood was flowing freely.
Over time, the Yang family members should stop talking nonsense.
They walked all the way to Jincheng, a journey that took ten days. Most of them wore out their shoes, and the younger ones cried loudly from hunger, but their elders quickly covered their mouths to cover their cries.
Young Master Huo glanced back, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He showed no mercy, giving each member of the Yang family only a steamed bun and a bowl of water each day.
To prevent anyone from stealing food, they searched all the bags and didn't allow anyone to bring any dry food.
Lord Yang, the seventh prince's maternal uncle, kept reassuring his family members behind him: "Just wait a little longer, we'll see His Highness once we reach Jincheng."
Some people complained, "I've never even seen the Seventh Prince a few times in my life, but now I'm being implicated."
"That's right, we don't covet wealth and fame, nor do we want to be implicated."
"That's enough!" Lord Yang reminded him.
Snap!
With another lash, Lord Yang was struck again.
The end of the whip struck Lord Yang, instantly staining his clothes red.
Miss Yang was so frightened that she almost cried, but she gritted her teeth and dared not cry.
Upon seeing this, Young Master Huo curled his lip and said, "I thought the Yang family was quite promising, but they're nothing special."
After being beaten, the group became much more obedient and could only grit their teeth and continue walking. They dared not complain about the hardship and exhaustion. Just before entering the city, Young Master Huo ordered everyone to change into new clothes and laid out a sumptuous feast, so that the Yang family could enter the city after they had finished eating.
The crowd was puzzled.
But the whip in Young Master Huo's hand was waving in front of him.
So the Yang family had no choice but to eat it.
Two hours later
Only then did Young Master Huo send the Yang family to the palace.
Another month has passed in the blink of an eye.
Princess Jia Hua had already circled around from the vassal state to the rear of Northern Chu. When she stood at the foot of Northern Chu, she was extremely excited and couldn't wait to hire a carriage to rush to the capital.
As for the affairs of southern Xinjiang, she had no interest in inquiring about them.
Two weeks later
Princess Jiahua finally stood at the foot of the capital and entered the palace with great excitement. When the palace servants heard that it was Princess Jiahua, they were so frightened that they almost lost their souls.
Go into the palace immediately to report.
A short while later, a figure stumbled out.
Wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, his tall figure appeared somewhat thin.
"emperor."
She was about to bow when the Emperor of Northern Chu stopped her. He looked her up and down and said, "My spies sent word that you were missing. I guessed you had returned to Northern Chu. I sent many people to welcome you and was on tenterhooks every day. Cousin, you're finally back!"
The Emperor of Northern Chu choked up, his sharply defined jawline taut, holding her hand tightly: "I've sent people all the way here, has anyone made things difficult for you?"
"without……"
On her way back, she saw many soldiers.
But not wanting to alert the enemy, and not daring to show up rashly, he could only reveal his name once he arrived in the capital.
There's another reason why we were able to return so smoothly.
A month ago, the Emperor of Northern Chu ordered the return of Princess Jiahua to the capital and held several grand banquets, all in Princess Jiahua's name.
They deliberately leaked the news that they had arrived in southern Xinjiang.
This led the people of Southern Xinjiang to mistakenly believe that Princess Jia Hua had truly returned, causing them to return empty-handed and abandon their pursuit early on.
"Your Majesty, the ministers are still waiting for you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the Emperor of Northern Chu said irritably, "That's all for today. I'm feeling unwell and need to rest."
The Emperor of Northern Chu then ordered: "No one is allowed to disturb us."
After giving his menacing instructions, the Northern Chu Emperor pulled Princess Jia Hua to a side hall, asking her a barrage of questions like a nagging elder.
He had no temper whatsoever, and was nothing like an emperor.
His clear eyes held only excitement and grievance.
"You're back now, why are you crying?" Princess Jiahua said irritably.
The Emperor of Northern Chu sniffed: "I didn't cry, it's just that some sand got into my eyes and it's a little irritating."
Two hours later
The Emperor of Northern Chu continued his incessant chatter.
Princess Jia Hua patiently stayed with him. Suddenly, he said, "Cousin, I am now the emperor. I will support you from now on. Even if you commit murder and arson, I will protect you."
These words left Princess Jiahua both amused and exasperated. Why would anyone commit murder and arson?
No, some people do deserve to be killed.
The Northern Chu Emperor was as docile as a little lamb, speaking gently: "Cousin, no matter how bad the rumors are, there are some things I didn't do, but there are some things I had no choice but to do."
"I know."
She knows everything.
The throne was ceded to him by the Emperor of Beiqi.
It wasn't, as rumored, that he seized power by killing the Northern Emperor.
However, not many people believe this.
He simply couldn't be bothered to explain anymore.
While diligently performing his duties, he also did not forget to recruit soldiers and expand his own power, trying to silence those people.
He handled more memorials in the first year after taking the throne than the previous emperor did in five years.
It's always a thick stack, countless in number.
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