Chapter 64 Master, please don't do anything underhanded with Su Jingge!
Thinking of this, he was in a good mood and said that Su Jingge had been in love with him for many years. Once someone falls in love, how can they easily get rid of her?
If we were to remove it, we would surely lose half our lives.
Jiang nudged Xiao Ziyu's sleeve, giving him a wink.
Xiao Ziyu was pulled back to his senses from his surprise.
He placed his hand on the princess's waist, his voice as gentle as a whisper: "Wanyu, don't be angry. You're the only one in my heart. That Su Jingge is like a tomboy, how can she compare to your gentle and charming beauty?"
Even if she kneels in front of me and begs me to marry her, I will not marry her. You are the only one in my heart.
An Wanyu looked at the handsome man in front of her, and a small flame rose in her heart.
Her eyes were filled with shyness; "I know you wouldn't dare."
The three returned to the front hall, where Jiang saw Xiao Yinhe carrying the official seal and walking towards the study.
She turned to An Wanyu and bowed with her hands clasped: "Princess Yongzhu, I urgently need to use the restroom. Please have Ziyu accompany you to the front hall for tea."
An Wanyu raised her chin slightly: "Granted."
Jiang turned around, and her ever-smiling face finally relaxed.
She walked toward the study.
Upon entering, he called out, "Master..."
Xiao Yinhe glanced at the door and gave a curt "hmm".
Jiang entered and closed the door behind her.
She was separated from Xiao Yinhe by only a table, and tentatively asked, "Master, I heard that Su Jingge has arrived?"
Xiao Yinhe searched through the things Su Jingge had told him, without looking up, his tone slightly cold: "Heh! So you've started spying on me, huh?"
Jiang's face paled slightly, and she changed the subject: "Oh dear, sir, how can you call it surveillance? It was a servant who saw it. No matter what, aren't we family?"
She looked at the official seal, as if the man could also see where her gaze was falling.
Xiao Yinhe reached out, picked up the official seal from the table, and opened the locked drawer.
Put it in.
Jiang smiled awkwardly and asked tentatively, "Master... you haven't used this official seal for many years. I wonder what you're doing with it today?"
"But Su Jingge regretted it and renewed the marriage certificate? Once you stamp it with your official seal, it can't be changed," she retorted, "My lord, if you're going to stamp it, you have to make it clear that she can only marry into the household after the princess enters, and also, the dowry cannot be less than what's expected..."
Xiao Yinhe was speechless, and his lips twitched with anger: "If a marriage certificate needs to be stamped, it should be stamped by a designated government agency. I'm not a government agency. Even if I want to stamp it, it has to be valid!"
"Besides, the Xiao family is so shameless, do they really think anyone can marry into the family? You're dreaming."
Upon hearing this, Jiang's face fell.
But her tense heart eased: "Oh, so she's not marrying into the family..." A hint of regret lingered because she wouldn't receive a dowry. "Then what brings her to our household?"
The money for this period has already been paid back.
Xiao Yinhe remained silent.
He couldn't possibly talk about something that involved officials.
"You may leave; I have other matters to attend to."
Jiang couldn't find out what Su Jingge had come for.
But I had a feeling that her visit was definitely not for anything good.
He sighed and said, "Master, you haven't been involved in this for many years. Don't do anything underhanded with that Su Jingge!"
Petty theft?
Xiao Yinhe's hand stopped, his brows furrowed, and his face visibly changed color: "Su Jingge is wholeheartedly for the people and is working to improve Yuxiang County. How is that considered petty theft?"
"So, she did a good deed but didn't get any credit; instead, people said she was acting recklessly?"
Where can I go to reason with this?
Xiao Yinhe was so angry that his eyebrows stood on end, and with a 'bang', he...
He slammed his hand heavily on the table, stood up, and glared at her hatefully: "How has everyone in Yuxiang County become like you?"
"When did my Yuxiang County become such a chaotic place? Ah—doing good deeds can be accused of being evil, stealing chickens and dogs. Does that mean I'm helping someone? Are you saying I'm aiding and abetting evil?"
"Ah, this, this, this..." Jiang saw the man's eyes wide with anger, his face was darker than a pot lid, and his temples were still throbbing.
Startled, she stumbled backward, her face turning ashen: "I didn't mean that! I—"
"Shut up!"
"Oh dear, sir, please keep your voice down. The princess is still at the manor. If someone hears us, they will definitely be unhappy."
Unexpectedly, these words made Xiao Yinhe, who was already gritting his teeth and making them chatter with anger, even angrier.
He was furious, and his blood rushed to his head.
"For so long, that princess has treated us all as servants. Whenever she comes, whether it's morning or evening, I have to bow and greet her respectfully three or five times."
"As long as the princess is in the mansion, the whole place is gloomy and no one dares to breathe loudly for fear of offending someone."
"Is this supposed to be a wedding?"
"This is like marrying the Jade Emperor!"
"Unlike Su Jingge, who was so poised and confident when she first came to our residence."
"Never put on airs."
"If this bastard son marries into the family, will I have to spend the rest of my life hiding in this house?" He took a step forward, his voice filled with rage, and demanded, "Is that right!"
Spit sprayed all over Jiang's face.
Jiang was stunned, blinked, and stared in disbelief.
Did this person eat a firecracker?
He unleashed a torrent of abuse.
She swallowed hard; "Master... if you don't want the princess—"
"Get out." Xiao Yinhe pointed to the door.
"Then you will—"
"roll!"
Seeing that the man was in a bad mood, Jiang shut her mouth, took two steps toward the door, then turned back as if to say, "This concubine—"
Xiao Yinhe grabbed a book from the table and threw it at her, glaring at her as if he would seize her inkstone if she said another word.
Jiang fled in a flash.
Xiao Yinhe plopped down in a chair, his fists clenched and resting on the table, his eyes half-closed.
He just wouldn't believe it; he was determined to be optimistic about something that everyone else didn't.
Everyone else was refusing to help Su Jingge, but he insisted on doing so.
Just like those people who say they hold a nominal and useless position, he insists on showing everyone whether the position is truly nominal or not!
He had been holding back this anger for a long time.
To think that Xiao Ziyu, that bastard son, could marry a princess and rise to prominence is wishful thinking!
Ultimately, you have to rely on yourself for everything.
He has already completed the construction of this city!
Su Jingge returned to the restaurant, and everyone gathered around her.
Qingyue rubbed her shoulders.
Shuang placed a soft cushion on the stool.
Ying Xiaohu wipes the table.
Lu Er arranged the snacks.
The flying sword pours tea.
Everyone was asking how it was going.
She took out the document and placed it on the table.
He opened the flying sword and saw that the official seal on it was stamped. He exclaimed, "It's stamped! Haha!"
Everyone cheered and jumped for joy: "Great! We can continue. We thought it wouldn't work again."
The group chattered excitedly.
At this moment, Fei Jian frowned: "Wait... this seal isn't 'Zhao'... it's Xiao??"
Xiao Linyuan's eyebrows twitched slightly as he took the document and saw that it read "Prefect Xiao".
Isn't this his father's stamp?
Could it be...?
Su Jingge smiled and said, "That's right, this is Xiao Yinhe, the seal of Prefect Xiao."
"But it's rumored that Xiao Yinhe holds a nominal position. So, will this seal even be of any use?" Ying Xiaohu asked.
Su Jingge said calmly, "Whether it's a nominal post or not, the official seal was granted by the Emperor, and the official position was conferred by the Emperor, so it counts."
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