He had been away from Beijing for several days, and because his location was not fixed, he did not exchange letters with his family.
After returning to the capital, he barely spoke to Song Yushu and Mo Yunhan, and knew very little about the affairs of the mansion.
In his mind, Yun Xiaoran was the princess that the royal family had prepared for Mo Yunhan, and Mo Yunhan had always doted on her. How could he possibly marry her as a concubine?
Isn't this a slap in the face to the royal family?
Yun Xiaoran, clutching her handkerchief and with red eyes, explained, "Uncle, you may not know this, but nowadays, Jiang Shi is the one who calls the shots in the Prince's mansion. The Prince... listens to her in everything. He doesn't even respect the Empress Dowager."
Zheng Qing was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Yun Xiaoran deliberately raised her hand as if to take something for Luo Ruyan.
Granny Li immediately supported her wrist.
Her left hand was limp and lifeless, and she could only cover it up with a black glove.
“Princess, you have endured so much for the sake of the Prince in the manor, and now that woman has crippled one of your hands, yet the Prince remains indifferent. It is truly heartbreaking.”
Zheng Qing looked at that hand.
He had killed countless enemies on the battlefield, so he could tell that the injury was not faked.
Unexpectedly, more than two months after he left, the Prince's Mansion had become like this.
Even more unexpectedly, Mo Yunhan actually defied the Emperor and disregarded the Empress Dowager for the sake of a woman, leaving Yun Xiaoran, whom he had cared for and cherished for so many years, crippled to this extent.
All of this was undoubtedly due to the woman's manipulation.
Seeing that Zheng Qing's face was already furious, Yun Xiaoran immediately added fuel to the fire.
“Granny Li, please stop talking. I insisted on staying in the Prince’s mansion to accompany the Prince. Jiang is skilled in Taoist magic and is very good at bewitching people. Otherwise, how could the Prince’s temperament have changed so drastically?”
Thinking of Song Yushu's unusual behavior, Zheng Qing became even more convinced that it was Jiang Qingwan who had caused such chaos in the Prince's mansion.
He angrily slammed his fist into the stone pillar.
“Miss Luo, Princess Yun, at the banquet in the manor tonight, I will grant you a title. I will not allow a divorced woman to run rampant in the Prince’s manor.”
A look of wild joy flashed in Luo Ruyan's eyes, and she immediately curtsied and said, "I will do as you say, Master."
Yun Xiaoran also curtsied.
"With my great-uncle here, everything will surely get better."
...
Su Liuer's carriage stopped near a secluded courtyard.
She lifted the curtain to the side and pointed to the courtyard gate not far away.
"I found out that a few years ago, a noble person spent a lot of money to buy a treasure. I heard it was a box filled with blue seawater, and it seemed that a dragon pearl was hidden in that box. I wonder if it is the Heart of the Sea Dragon that you are looking for."
"After going through several people, I finally found the address of that important person. It's right here, but this courtyard is registered under Su Weichuan's name, and it's guarded by experts. I can't just barge in."
Jiang Qingwan looked at the mansion.
It appears quite ordinary on the surface, but the air above it is filled with abundant spiritual energy, indicating the presence of treasures.
"I haven't seen the Heart of the Sea Dragon with my own eyes, but based on what you've said, that should be it."
Su Liuer immediately looked troubled.
"What should we do then? If we force our way in to steal, we'll definitely implicate the Prince if we get caught. Su Weichuan is a tough guy to deal with."
Jiang Qingwan suddenly smiled.
"Why steal? Just ask for it."
Su Liuer was stunned.
"Go ask for it? I heard that thing sold for ten thousand taels of silver. Do you think Su Weichuan would give it to you so easily?"
Jiang Qingwan raised an eyebrow.
"I'm acting on imperial orders. If he won't give it to me, does he think I'm going against the emperor?"
"You don't need to worry about this. I'll take Qinghui with me."
As she spoke, she got off the carriage and boarded the one driven by Qinghui that was following behind.
They quickly turned back to Chang'an District and stopped in front of the Su residence.
She helped Qinghui up the stone steps and handed the invitation to the gatekeeper.
The gatekeeper recognized her identity and dared not neglect her. He immediately bowed and said, "I will go to the Buddha Heart Hall to deliver the message. Please wait a moment, sir."
He had just turned to leave when a disdainful snort came from behind Jiang Qingwan.
"What is the Ninth Princess Consort doing at my Su Prince's residence? And why does she want to see my grandfather? Is there something that the Ninth Prince cannot do for you and that you must ask my grandfather for?"
The speaker was Su Qinghe, adorned with jewels and exuding an air of nobility.
He was slowly ascending the stone steps, supported by his maid.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she pursed her lips and chuckled, "You didn't come here to beg Grandfather to forgive Qin Minglang, did you? You're really infatuated. He doesn't want you anymore, yet you're still running around like crazy, even more anxious than his own wife. If the Ninth Prince knew you were doing this behind his back, he would lose all face."
Jiang Qingwan glanced at her indifferently, her eyes filled with disdain.
"As a princess consort, you should think before you speak."
This air of authority from an elder reminded Su Qinghe of the humiliation she suffered at the palace banquet when her headdress was removed on the spot. A chilling glint appeared in her beautiful eyes, and she immediately raised her chin, her face full of contempt and disdain.
“At this hour, my grandfather is discussing state affairs with the Third Prince. He has no time to see you. If you want to save people without the Ninth Prince’s knowledge, you might as well prepare more silver and go to the prison to meet with Qin Minglang for a few more days. Don’t worry, I will definitely not tell anyone that you have cuckolded the Ninth Prince.”
Jiang Qingwan looked at her.
He didn't say anything in rebuttal, but simply lowered his head, took out the dragon token from his pocket, and slowly hung it on his waist.
"Qinghui, slap yourself!"
Qing Sui, who had been unable to contain herself any longer, stepped forward and, with lightning speed, delivered four incredibly loud slaps.
The force was perfectly controlled; the palm print was clearly visible, with bruises all underneath.
It hasn't gone away for several days.
By the time Su Qinghe realized what was happening, the slap mark was already on her hand.
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