Compared to Mr. Jiang's anger and irritation, Marquis Wen Ning was much calmer.
He calmed his eyes and looked carefully at the contents of the letter. After making sure that every detail was explained clearly, he put the letter into the envelope, sealed it, and handed it to Mr. Jiang.
"Mr. Xuan did this because he was dissatisfied with the fact that our Wen Ning Marquisate did not contribute when Prince Zhan was besieging Tianming Pavilion."
Marquis Wenning's calm voice revealed his determination to control everything, which instantly calmed Master Jiang.
"He had someone contact Jiang Huaizhu privately. I don't know how he tricked this idiot into causing such a big scene at the Empress Dowager's blessing banquet, just to teach us at the Wen Ning Marquisate a lesson."
Mr. Jiang's pupils trembled, and after a pause he said:
"He's trying to tell us that if he wants, he can easily drag our Wen Ning Marquisate into this mess. Later, in order to settle this matter, we can only use his people to silence Jiang Huaizhu. To do so, we must agree to his exorbitant conditions."
"That's right."
Marquis Wen Ning leaned back in his chair and said in a deep voice, "He's not in a hurry to kill Jiang Huaizhu now, but he wants to keep this bargaining chip in his hand and get more from the Jiang family."
Mr. Jiang's face looked grim:
"Brother, you have already promised him so much, but he is still not satisfied. He is really greedy! Besides, Jiang Huaizhu is now in the hands of Prince Zhan. If Xuan delays for so long, what if she really tells Prince Zhan..."
Marquis Wen Ning sneered and said calmly:
"Although Mr. Xuan is greedy, he is indeed a smart man. He should know very well that if the Jiang family is really accused of treason, I will definitely reveal all the secrets of Tianming Pavilion and drag them down with me even if I die.
In this situation, he can still remain so calm, which means he is not worried about Jiang Huaizhu revealing any big secrets. "
Master Jiang understood immediately, and a look of joy appeared on his face:
"Brother means that Jiang Huaizhu actually knows nothing!"
"The people he sent to contact Jiang Huaizhu must have told her some mixed truth and falsehood in order to deceive her. However, this information probably doesn't point to Tianming Pavilion. That old bastard surnamed Xuan is using other people's secrets as a scapegoat for himself!"
Marquis Wen Ning's eyes darkened again as he spoke:
"Even if Jiang Huaizhu knows nothing, as long as she is alive, she will always be a thorn in the heart of the royal family, making them always suspect that our Jiang family is unfaithful.
Therefore, Jiang Huaizhu must die, and he must die sooner rather than later."
Then again, Mr. Jiang couldn't help but start to worry:
"The Imperial Prison belongs to Prince Zhan. Aside from the spies planted by the Tianming Pavilion, our own people have no way of getting in. Even if we could get in, it would be extremely difficult to kill the prisoners under Prince Zhan's nose.
Now that Xuan refuses to help us resolve this problem quickly, what else can we do? "
The smile on Marquis Wenning's lips grew even more sinister. He stood up, his hands behind his back, and said:
"Who told you that if we want Jiang Huaizhu dead, the only way is through assassination?"
Mr. Jiang's expression changed as he thought of something. "Brother, could it be that you want to..."
"Have someone prepare the horse. I want to go to the palace."
Marquis Wen Ning was quite confident. "I will petition the Emperor to order the death of Jiang Huaizhu to prove the Jiang family's loyalty and their determination to never shield a criminal."
…
After Marquis Wen Ning came out of the palace, he asked the coachman to drive directly to the Ninth Prince's residence.
When he arrived at the gate of the palace, he got out of the car wearing a crimson purple official robe and knocked on the door himself.
The person who walked out of the gate was not an ordinary doorman, but Ting Lan, the head of the palace guards.
He had a stern expression, held the knife in his hand, and clasped his fists toward Marquis Wen Ning, which was considered a gesture of greeting.
Marquis Wenning did not mind his cold attitude and showed a humble smile on his face:
"I'm here to ask to see the Ninth Prince."
Ting Lan looked at him coldly, his tone dull:
"The prince is not available to see you."
Such merciless words were like a slap in the face of Marquis Wen Ning.
The faces of the followers following behind Marquis Wen Ning all changed, but Marquis Wen Ning was still able to maintain a smile on his face and said in a gentle voice:
"I just entered the palace to see the emperor. I came here on his orders."
Ting Lan remained calm, "Where is the imperial edict?"
Marquis Wenning finally showed dissatisfaction. "The Emperor hasn't issued an imperial decree, but I have his oral instructions. Do you suspect I'm lying about the Emperor's order?"
Ting Lan glanced at him and finally moved away.
But when Marquis Wen Ning walked into the palace with his sleeves swung, he sneered and said:
"My Lord, it would be best if you actually have the Emperor's order. Otherwise, you will lose your head if you falsely claim it as an imperial decree."
Marquis Wen Ning paused and glanced at Ting Lan with cold eyes.
The Ninth Prince is really arrogant. Even the guards in his mansion dare to speak to him, the Marquis, in this way. He totally disregards the Jiang family.
Sooner or later he will make Shen Tingsi regret it.
Marquis Wen Ning waited in the front yard for a long time, until the tea in the cup had completely cooled down, before Jiang Xiancao appeared.
Seeing Jiang Xiancao's leisurely steps, Marquis Wen Ning's eyes darkened slightly.
He stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I came here today for only one thing, and that is to bring my daughter home."
When he said this, he was sincere and his tone was earnest.
It was as if Jiang Xiancao was truly the apple of his eye, and he was eager to bring his beloved daughter home to enjoy life.
Jiang Xiancao looked at him for a while, then suddenly laughed:
"Why did the Marquis bring Jiang Xiancao home?"
Her question made Marquis Wen Ning frown. "Your Highness, what you said is really strange. Xiancao is my daughter. As a father, if I don't take her home, am I going to let her stay in someone else's home without any status?"
Jiang Xiancao nodded, revealing a look of realization:
"I see. I almost forgot you are her father."
Marquis Wenning's voice sank slightly, "What do you mean by this, Your Highness?"
"It's nothing special. I just think the Marquis is a wonderful person."
Jiang Xiancao sat down, took a sip of tea slowly, and said sarcastically:
"When she was being bullied and abused in the Marquis' Mansion, you, as a father, turned a deaf ear and let her suffer. Now that she's gone, you come running to look for her, pretending that you really care about this daughter. Don't you think you're ridiculous?"
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