Chapter 87 The Minister Grinds His Teeth and Swallows It
After the court was dismissed the next day, Jing Siye walked to the palace gate and heard the voice of Prime Minister Wei without any surprise.
"Second Prince, please stay."
The corners of Jing Siye's mouth slightly raised, outlining a meaningful arc, and he slowly turned around. He saw Wei Yue, the prime minister of Wei, walking towards him with a determined look on his face.
"Prime Minister Wei, what advice do you have?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Yue stepped forward and said, "I heard that you gave my disappointing son-in-law, Zhu Wenshi, a lesson yesterday?"
Wei Yue emphasized the three words "Zhu Wenshi" very much.
Jing Siye raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression calm: "Prime Minister, if you have something to say, just say it directly. There is no need to beat around the bush."
Prime Minister Wei's face turned serious, his eyes fixed on Jing Siye, and his tone was threatening:
"The Second Prince is indeed daring enough to hide Li Xiao's nephew. Aren't you afraid that the Emperor will find out?"
Jing Siye remained calm, not frightened by Wei Yue's words at all, and asked back:
"Is the Prime Minister going to complain to the Emperor?"
There was a sense of confidence and unruliness in his eyes, telling Wei Yue that he didn't care about this threat at all.
Wei Yue snorted coldly and continued, "Second Prince, it would have been fine if Li Xiao hadn't escaped. Now that he has escaped, the Emperor is looking for his relatives to force him to show up. If the Emperor knew that his nephew was hidden by the Second Prince, I wonder what the Emperor would do?"
As he spoke, he observed Jing Siye's expression, trying to find a hint of panic on his face.
Jing Siye: "Thanks to the Prime Minister, however,"
Jing Siye paused for a moment, took a step closer to Wei Yue, and said in a low voice:
"The Prime Minister did remind me, otherwise I wouldn't have remembered that Erniu in Li Xiao's mansion is a distant relative of the Prime Minister's wife."
When Wei Yue heard this, his smug expression gradually froze.
"Second Prince, you actually investigated the truth?"
Jing Siye didn't reply. He laughed heartily a few times, turned around with his hands behind his back, and disappeared outside the palace gate with a casual and leisurely pace.
Wei Yue was alone and disheveled in the wind. He had originally wanted to threaten him not to go against the prince so that his eldest daughter could secure the position of the prince's consort and become the father-in-law of the emperor in the future. However, his excitement throughout the night was dampened from head to toe by Jing Siye's words.
Although the emperor agreed to frame Li Xiao, to put it bluntly, the emperor and he conspired with the purpose of forcing Jing Siye to hand over his military power.
But now, if Jing Siye continues to investigate and finds out the final result, even if it is a conspiracy, he dare not bring the emperor in, and he will have to bear the consequences alone.
Wei Yue gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger. He angrily threw his sleeves and returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The sun was at its zenith and high in the sky. When Jing Siye returned to the palace, it was time for lunch. As usual, as soon as he entered the main courtyard, his eyes subconsciously searched for Zhu Wenqin's figure.
He stepped into the bedroom and glanced around the room eagerly, but he could not see the familiar lively figure. Then he walked quickly to the study, but it was also empty.
Just when he was full of doubts, he happened to run into Xue Nian coming out of his room.
Jing Siye went in to check on Lu Bo's injuries and asked if he was seriously injured.
Lu Bo tried to stand up and salute, but was stopped by Jing Siye.
"Guard Lu should recover from his injury first, and we will decide on other matters later. I am only here to look for Qin'er. Have you seen him?"
Lu Bo shook his head, while Xue Nian scratched his head and tried to recall:
"I heard from Qi Feng that Master Zhu went to the kitchen and said he wanted to make something delicious for the prince."
When Jing Siye heard this, his heart suddenly tightened: What if he accidentally burned or cut his hand if he went to the kitchen again?
Thinking of this, he hurried to the kitchen.
As soon as he arrived at the kitchen door, the busy people saw him, were stunned at first, and then knelt on the ground in shock, their movements in unison. For a moment, the whole kitchen was filled with a tense atmosphere.
You know, this is the first time that he, the King of Zhaonan, has set foot in this place.
Several maids who had been in the palace for some years secretly looked up and could not help whispering to each other. A maid's cheeks were slightly red, her eyes were full of admiration, and she said softly:
"Our prince is truly majestic and handsome."
Another maid quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, but Master Zhu is also good, and he looks very well matched with our prince."
"If the prince hadn't been so deeply in love with Master Zhu and hadn't come to the kitchen to look for him, we would have rarely seen the prince throughout the year."
“That’s right…”
Jing Siye strode into the kitchen and saw Zhu Wenqin standing in front of the chopping board, holding the knife high, preparing to cut a small piece of ginger.
He was immediately shocked and blurted out:
"Qin Er, be careful!"
As he spoke, he rushed over and quickly snatched the knife from his hand.
Zhu Wenqin was startled by the sudden sound, and her hands froze in mid-air. When she saw that it was Jing Siye, she came to her senses and asked in surprise:
"My Lord, why are you here?"
Jing Siye had beads of sweat on his forehead, and he looked nervous and concerned. He said to Zhu Wenqin earnestly:
"I've already said that if you want to cook, I won't stop you, but you must have the servants cut the vegetables. You are not allowed to use a knife. It's very sharp and it's easy to cut your fingers."
Zhu Wenqin pouted, her face full of reluctance. Although she did not agree with Jing Siye's approach in her heart and felt that he was making a big deal out of nothing.
But he had to admit that the feeling of being cared for and pampered like that made him feel so sweet inside that his proud little tail was about to rise to the sky.
He stretched out his finger and gently tapped Jing Siye's chest, then pointed at himself and said coquettishly:
"My Lord, I am not that delicate. I am just cutting some vegetables. What's the big deal?"
As he said that, he reached out to grab the knife from Jing Siye's hand, wanting to continue to complete his "great cause".
Unexpectedly, Jing Siye reacted very quickly. He raised his arm and easily dodged Zhu Wenqin's hand. Then he said seriously:
"I will do the cutting."
When these words were spoken, Zhu Wenqin was stunned for a moment, opened her mouth, and couldn't utter a word for a long time. Everyone in the kitchen was so shocked that they stood there in shock, looking at each other, their eyes full of disbelief.
Your Majesty... help me cut the vegetables?
This was something they had never dared to imagine, and today was an eye-opener for them.
Zhu Wenqin looked at the servants who were so shocked that their mouths widened. She felt proud and happy. It was as if she was announcing to the whole world that she was the prince's favorite.
Especially the maids who were just discussing, they were extremely excited at this moment. A maid's eyes lit up and she said excitedly:
"Next time you have a chance to go out, tell this to the man who writes storybooks. You will definitely be able to earn some money. If this is written into a storybook, it will definitely be very popular."
Another maid nodded quickly: "Yes, the prince dotes on Master Zhu too much. This scene is so touching..."
They spoke in very low voices, as if they were afraid of being heard, but every word they spoke reached Jing Siye's ears.
Normally, talking about the master casually would result in a beating, but at this moment Jing Siye was in a particularly good mood. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he pretended that he heard nothing and let them talk.
Jing Siye picked up the kitchen knife and placed the piece of ginger on the chopping board. With a slight force of the arm, there was a crisp "pop" sound, and the originally whole ginger instantly turned into fine and uniform ginger paste.
After completing this series of actions, Jing Siye put down the knife, gently wiped his hands with a towel, then slowly turned around, looked straight at Zhu Wenqin, and asked softly:
"Qin'er, is there anything else you want to cut?"
Zhu Wenqin looked at the ginger that had turned into mud on the chopping board, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "..."
I should ask if there is anything else to shoot.
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