Chapter 694 Please forgive me, Your Majesty
She took off her clothes and hugged him?
What kind of insolent and lewd words are these?
Could it be that they're planning to drug Lord Xie and force him to have sex with them?
Which bastard is so despicable!
Lord Zhao strode over aggressively and kicked open the prison cell door.
"stop!"
Song Chunxue followed behind him and immediately spotted the furious Xie Zheng and the scantily clad, alluring young woman.
A man in a bright yellow shirt with a neatly trimmed black beard frowned and looked at them.
She could clearly sense that her senior brother had been stunned; his previous imposing aura had vanished, and he was staring blankly at the man in yellow.
"emperor."
The next moment, Lord Zhao bowed respectfully.
"Your Majesty?" Song Chunxue uttered the word casually, then stared at the man in front of her as if struck by lightning. "Your...Your Majesty?"
Heavens above! Song Chunxue has made something of herself! One day she actually got to see the Emperor in person!
If she were to return to the Li family village, wouldn't she brag about it for the rest of her life?
The next moment, her knees buckled and she was about to kneel down when Lord Zhao grabbed her.
"Just follow my lead and bow." Lord Zhao's voice was low and emotionless as he looked at her, but she could clearly sense that he was scolding her for being spineless.
"This humble subject pays respects to Your Majesty." Song Chunxue hurriedly bowed, and due to the speed of her movements, the hair held up by the peach wood hairpin almost came loose.
For ordinary farmers, during festivals and holidays, besides the emperor who is far away, there are also unseen and intangible gods.
Therefore, they feared and hated the emperor to the core, yet they also wanted to see the emperor's true face.
Just like the Dragon King who controls the rain, people are grateful to him when it rains, and complain about him when it doesn't rain. They also want to go to the Dragon King Temple to worship him when there is a drought.
But Song Chunxue quickly came to her senses. So what if he was the emperor? How could he force Xie Zheng to have sex with another woman?
Didn't you say that Xie Zheng should stay away from love and romance in your heart? Now you're forcing him to have intimate relations with a complete stranger. How is he any different from a wicked cultivator with no bottom line and a belly full of evil intentions?
After receiving no response for a while, Song Chunxue straightened up, touched her loose hair, and even took off her hairpin and put it back on, to express her regret for being too obsequious just now.
She quickly calmed down, figuring that this damned emperor looked down on them, the common farmers.
However, if there were no farmers in this world paying grain and taxes, where would the emperors and nobles come from, so high and mighty? They could just go to hell.
If they had been a little more lenient and left more grain for the people, so many people wouldn't have succumbed to the cold every winter.
Two years ago, their family was doing well, but thousands of people starved to death in Zhuanglang County.
Thinking this, Song Chunxue looked directly into the arrogant eyes in front of her. The image of him that she had once held in her heart as a god collapsed, and she felt somewhat blaming him instead.
If he had been more diligent in governing and caring for the people, and had shown more compassion for the common folk, so many people would not have starved to death, been killed by bandits, or been invaded by foreign enemies without any chance to fight back.
He valued civil officials over military ones. So many generals who defended the country had made great contributions, but he did not value them. Instead, he valued those dead eunuchs.
As she pondered, Song Chunxue even gripped the front of her hand tightly, thinking to herself, if she had to die today because of her disrespect in front of the emperor, because of her affair with Xie Zheng, would her ancestors from both her maternal and paternal families welcome her to the afterlife and regard her as a hero?
Lord Zhao coughed lightly and whispered a reminder, "You must not look directly at His Majesty."
Song Chunxue stood ramrod straight, locked in a fierce eye battle with the rumored emperor.
So what? She's going to die with dignity. She's lived a full life.
She died a pathetic death in her past life, so in this life she'll either die quietly and peacefully, or die spectacularly, taking someone down with her and making her death worthwhile.
She was waiting; if the emperor said anything about beheading later, she would have Wuyou stab that person through the neck and replace him with someone else as emperor.
In that case, as the son of the Grand Princess, Lord Zhao might be able to protect her family and prevent the children from being implicated before the next emperor ascends the throne.
Moreover, she believed she wouldn't die so easily; otherwise, why had her senior brother and master never mentioned this, instead saying they would go up the mountain again in five years?
This shows that what happened today is insignificant to them.
He's just an emperor, he's flesh and blood just like her, he urinates and defecates just like her.
No, they're not even as good as her; they need someone to wait on them for everything.
If they were left in a deserted place, they would probably die faster than anyone else.
The small cell was eerily silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Xie Zheng quietly watched Song Chunxue. The woman kneeling on the ground bit her lip hard, trying to suppress even her breathing. Lord Zhao's heart was in his throat, fearing that the emperor would be furious at any moment and drag his junior brother out to be beheaded.
"Ha, you've got some nerve, daring to look me in the eye. Aren't you afraid of having your head chopped off?"
The Emperor broke the deadlock first, staring at Song Chunxue with a half-smile, his hands behind his back, striking a pose.
Song Chunxue seemed oblivious, and asked with a sincere expression, "Huh? Really? So looking directly at the Emperor can get you beheaded? I'm just so surprised. Do you know who farmers talk about most often when they get together, besides the Dragon King, the Kitchen God, and all sorts of gods?"
She spoke calmly to the emperor with the attitude befitting a countrywoman who had never seen the world.
She answered herself, "It's the Emperor."
“I thought that if I could go back alive, I could tell the people in the village about the emperor’s dignity and demeanor. They would treat me as a hero. Today I was fortunate enough to see the emperor’s demeanor. In the eyes of my neighbors and fellow villagers, I will always be superior. Just because I saw the emperor in person, I can walk around the village with my head held high for the rest of my life.”
At this point, she bowed respectfully, saying, "I was stunned just now. As a farmer, I only know how to farm and have never learned etiquette. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
The others looked down at the tip of their noses, their noses focused on their mouths and their mouths on their hearts, as quiet as chickens.
At this moment, in Xie Zheng's eyes, Song Chunxue was more courageous and had a stronger backbone than her.
Sure enough, he hadn't misjudged him.
A surge of intense heat rose within him, and he even looked at the Emperor with a touch of smug pride.
Look closely, the person Xie has taken a liking to is not some country bumpkin. She comes from the countryside, yet she doesn't take the emperor, who is high and mighty, seriously.
In his eyes, she was equally precious.
The emperor remained silent for a long time. Anyone who had read a few books could tell that Song Chunxue was feigning ignorance, using the common people and the poor peasants on the estate as a shield to praise him in name only, keeping him on a pedestal so that he couldn't be punished.
They clearly understood his Achilles' heel.
He was the emperor; how could he possibly have someone who compared him to a god dragged away and beheaded?
Because of Zhao Jin, his reputation as emperor will be ruined.
He pointed at Song Chunxue for a long while before uttering, "Good, very good. I was prejudiced from the start. You are no ordinary woman; you are quite eloquent."
"Your Majesty flatters me. These are my heartfelt words." She bowed slightly, her demeanor calm and even somewhat perfunctory.
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