Outside the Imperial Study.
After the young eunuch finished his report, he glanced nervously at the tightly closed palace doors.
"Steward, should I go in and tell the Emperor about these matters?"
The head eunuch glared at him.
"Do you want to die?"
These past two days, Mo Yunzhao has been indulging in women, and even had the Censorate officials who submitted memorials to him killed.
Which of these people who served them closely wasn't trembling with fear?
The young eunuch was so frightened that he wiped away a cold sweat.
“If things don’t go as the Emperor wishes, he will surely be furious. Are we just going to let those people sit in the street? A bunch of pedantic scholars, if they believe the Ninth Prince and insist on an explanation, wouldn’t that be…”
He dared not think about it anymore.
His face turned pale, and he deeply regretted accepting this assignment; he would have been better off kneeling and waiting outside the palace.
The head eunuch sighed.
He was also very worried, not knowing what was wrong with the emperor or why he had suddenly changed so much.
If the change in temperament was due to grief over the Empress Dowager's death, it wouldn't necessarily have led to a fascination with women.
I dare not say a word of this.
...
Su Yulan took a hot bath immediately after waking up.
Chunmei bought her a set of clothes, and when she came back, she saw that her face was covered with patches of red rashes, which was extremely frightening.
"Princess, what's wrong with you?"
She stood at the door, too afraid to go in.
The word "plague" popped into my head.
Su Yulan was scratching herself all over; red spots were starting to appear on her arms and chest.
She was terrified, feeling both fear and anger, yet she shouted defiantly, her voice trembling with fear.
"Why are you standing so far away? Are you afraid I'll infect you? Aren't you going to come over and serve me?"
Chunmei was genuinely afraid, yet dared not disobey. She could only shuffle over and carefully wipe her face with a cloth.
"Princess, you should get dressed and go see a doctor as soon as possible."
She had barely finished speaking when Su Yulan slapped her across the face.
"Are you hoping I'll be arrested by the authorities? Let me tell you, the main reason this county is locked up is because of the plague, and you can't escape either."
She pinched Chunmei's arm hard several more times, but she was still not satisfied.
"It's all that bitch Jiang Qingwan's fault. Every time I get involved with her, I'm doomed. Now that things have escalated to the county government, I'll see how she dies."
Chunmei, clutching her bruised arm, said, "Princess, when I went to buy clothes just now, I asked around, and no one came to the city to file a complaint. That lowly commoner is cheating you out of your money."
"What?"
Su Yulan clutched her chest, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Is nothing happening in Xiahe Village either?"
Chunmei shook her head.
"This servant does not know."
Su Yulan was extremely itchy, and only felt relief after scratching her skin until it broke.
"Let's go back to the manor first, and then send someone to explore Xiahe Village."
She had just stepped out of the inn, her face veiled, when she ran into Qin Minglang.
Qin Minglang recognized Chunmei at a glance.
He immediately frowned.
What brings you two here?
He looked suspiciously at the inn behind them, and then caught a glimpse of Su Yulan's damp hair.
Suddenly, a bright green hat was slammed onto his forehead, instantly turning his handsome face ashen with anger.
He grabbed Su Yulan and pulled her to a secluded spot, lowering his voice to question her, "You actually came here to cheat on someone?"
Su Yulan was already seething with anger.
Hearing this, she struggled to break free.
"Qin Minglang, what right do you have to question me? Don't forget, the reason you can still stand here as if nothing happened is all thanks to the Cheng family and the Su family."
Qin Minglang curled his lips into a sinister smile.
"I'm relying on my son Qin Run now! Su Yulan, if your second branch wants to turn things around, you'd better behave yourselves and not cause me any trouble."
He gave Su Yulan a disgusted look from head to toe.
I felt even more contemptuous and annoyed.
"I was so blind back then, to leave Jiang Qingwan and marry you instead. What do you have that can compare to her?"
These words struck a nerve with Su Yulan.
"What do you mean? I, a dignified county princess, am not as good as a lowly woman?"
"Qin Minglang, are you still thinking about her? Tell me clearly."
She grabbed Qin Minglang's arm and shouted like a shrew.
Qin Minglang had important business to attend to and had no time to coax her.
"Get back here right now, or else you won't be able to be the prince's foster mother anymore."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Su Yulan was so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode.
"Jiang Qingwan! It's Jiang Qingwan again! I will definitely kill you!"
...
In front of the main gate of the Imperial Academy on Changjie Street.
A line of maids and servants set up tables and chairs in the square in front of the gate.
The college's private chef prepared exquisite dishes, which were laid out one by one.
They even served alcohol to every table.
The aroma of meat and wine filled the air.
The students at the Imperial Academy were all enjoying their meal.
Some even started composing poems and essays.
It satirizes the poverty and pedantry of Yulin Academy.
This drew cheers from the entire audience.
The people from Yulin Academy had been there for a long time, and after their impassioned speech, they were already starving.
But if they disperse at this point, their momentum will weaken.
They could only stubbornly endure it, one by one.
But the rumbling of his stomach still made the students at the academy laugh uncontrollably.
Xiao Hong looked at the roast chicken on the table, licked her lips, and looked up at Mo Yunhan.
The meaning is obvious.
It also needs to eat meat and drink alcohol.
Mo Yunhan was just about to order someone to prepare a meal.
A middle-aged man walked over carrying a heavy load.
He jogged over and bowed to the old master.
“My son is going to enroll in your academy this year, and I support you. Please don’t mind the simple steamed buns and porridge.”
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