Chapter 211 What kind of saint do you think I am?
Later she went to try to find a job for him, but unfortunately, even after selling her own money, she still couldn't save him.
At that time, he waited and waited until his heart grew cold. He felt that this might be the way his life was, that no one wanted him and that everyone would abandon him, and he began to hate.
He hated that sudden warmth, and hated that since she was going to leave, why did she pull him out of the mud, feed him porridge and cold steamed buns, and stay with him at night, but then turned around and left him alone in the dilapidated temple without even a goodbye.
As scorching as that warmth was, the subsequent cold was biting.
Relying on that little bit of hatred, he crawled to the yamen and became Pei Jing again.
Pei Jing didn't know what happened between Emperor Zhaowen and Princess Ping during the days when he was missing. He only knew that after he returned, Emperor Zhaowen became more interested in him.
"Xiao Cui."
"What's wrong?"
Pei Jing didn't say anything. He supported himself with his hands and sat up, holding the back of her neck and giving her a long kiss.
The two separated, and Pei Jing pressed his nose against hers. "I've laid out everything for you. Can you lay out yours for me, too?"
Jiang Fei's eyelashes trembled, and she wanted to say something, but was blocked by an invisible force.
Everything about time travel and the system was stuck in my throat and I couldn't spit it out.
"I……"
Pei Jing's eyes darkened, but he didn't let her go. He just held her neck tighter, resting his forehead against hers: "Then at least tell me you won't leave again, right?"
Jiang Fei looked at the anxiety surging in his eyes, like a drowning man clutching a piece of driftwood, and took the initiative to kiss his lips: "Well, I won't leave."
In the evening, Duan Jiu brought the guards who were on mission back to report.
Pei Jing still had things to deal with, so he went to the study.
The candlelight flickered in the study. Duan Jiu stood at the desk with his hands hanging down. "I have investigated the Tieshan Workshop according to the prince's instructions. It is officially run by a distant cousin of the Jingzhao Yin, specializing in farm tools and ironware. However, they often bring in fine iron to the workshop at night, and the amount they purchase is far more than what is needed for ordinary farm tools."
"The steward was a guard in the eldest prince's palace ten years ago. He was expelled for injuring someone by mistake, and the following year he went to work at Tieshan Workshop. More importantly, most of the blacksmiths in the workshop are from Bingzhou, and the commander of the Bingzhou army is the eldest prince's maternal uncle."
Pei Jing threw the silk book back onto the table. "Using the title of Jingzhao Yin to conceal his true identity, and using my mother's uncle's old subordinate as the head of the furnace, this move is quite well hidden."
"Your Highness, would you like to report this to the Emperor?"
"No need." Pei Jing said, "Just find a reason to pass some information to the emperor's spies."
"Your Highness means..."
"Let them investigate." Pei Jing tapped his fingertips on the table. "The Emperor doesn't like others to be smarter than him. This kind of thing is not our place to intervene. We just need to pass on the word, and they will do the rest by themselves to root out this mess and have people keep a close eye on Tieshanfang."
Duan Jiu agreed, "Yes, I will dispatch the remaining fifteen secret guards right away."
He was about to leave when Pei Jing stopped him.
"Wait." Pei Jing raised his eyes. "You said fifteen? The total number of people assigned to you last time was twenty-five. Excluding the few who were sent out, where are the remaining three?"
Duan Jiu was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Your Highness, have you forgotten? There are three more people who were previously sent to protect the young lady."
Pei Jing looked puzzled.
Now Jiang Fei lives in the palace, and the palace is well guarded, so there is no need to send any additional personnel.
"They haven't come back to report yet?"
Duan Jiu said, "Wen Zhu said they had been working hard for days and asked them to rest for a few days, but they haven't come back yet."
Pei Jing leaned back in his chair, his brows gradually furrowed, and he said in a loud voice, "Go call Wen Zhu."
Not long after, Wen Zhu walked into the study. When he saw the prince's expression, his heart skipped a beat.
Do you think her secrets aren't good enough? Or are they too expensive?
"This subordinate greets His Majesty."
Pei Jing raised his eyes and glanced over coldly, "Where are the secret guards protecting Xiao Cui?"
Wen Zhu swallowed, his voice a little weak, "Your Highness, they've been guarding for days and they look very tired... I thought the palace has been peaceful recently, so I let them go back and rest for a few days, so they can recuperate before coming back..."
"Bang—"
The teacup shattered at the foot of Wenzhu, and the celadon fragments were scattered all over the floor.
The guards outside the corridor shrank their necks in shock when they heard the noise. It had been a long time since the prince had been so angry.
Wen Zhu knelt down with a plop.
"You're getting bolder by the day," Pei Jing said coldly. "Who are those secret guards protecting? She was abducted by Wei Mingzhen a few days ago, and you sent the secret guards away right after. Do you really think I can't figure out what's going on here?"
These days, Pei Jing was first roasted on the fire and then soaked in a honey pot. He had no time to think about the incident of Jiang Fei being kidnapped. Now that he thinks about it carefully, it is full of loopholes.
Wen Zhu put one hand behind his back and waved at Duan Jiu, signaling him to go and get help.
In less than half a cup of tea, Jiang Fei arrived.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw Wen Zhu still kneeling on the ground, and Pei Jing was sitting behind the desk with a sullen face. There were porcelain pieces scattered on the ground. It seemed that he had been very angry just now.
When Duan Jiu came just now, he told her the whole cause and effect. She had a general idea of it in her mind and thought she had deceived Pei Jing. But she didn't expect that this man would figure it out after turning around.
Wen Zhu raised his head and looked at Jiang Fei aggrievedly.
"You go out first." Jiang Fei said.
Wen Zhu felt like he had been pardoned, so he quickly got up and ran away.
"Let me explain." Jiang Fei said.
This person looked very angry at the moment. Jiang Fei organized her words and thought about how to coax him. "Can you tell me first why you are angry? I can explain it to you in a targeted way."
Pei Jing turned his face away from her, but glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
Although he is a man and does not need to be coaxed, he still has to teach her a lesson and not act recklessly again. Otherwise, if she does it a few more times, he will be scared to death.
"Don't you know what you did wrong? You treat yourself as a joke," Pei Jing said, suppressing his anger.
Jiang Fei frowned and felt a little guilty.
It was true that she framed Wei Ciying and had Wei Mingzhen kidnapped her on purpose to prove her mistake. It just made Pei Jing extremely anxious, and it was wrong of her to inform him beforehand.
"I...I..."
"Are you feeling guilty because I guessed your thoughts?" Pei Jing raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, with a look of confidence that seemed to see through everything.
"Don't think I don't know what you're up to. Even if you'd stayed out there, would I have just sat back and watched? You chose to stage such a thrilling scene, deliberately letting yourself be abducted, knowing I'd get anxious."
"Once I rush to rescue you, you can stay in the palace. I'll use the pretext of ensuring your safety, but in reality... I'm just trying to get the upper hand!"
Jiang Fei was stunned. Why did this direction seem a little wrong?
"What's wrong? You have nothing to say?" Seeing her like this, Pei Jing felt that his guess was almost certain.
Pei Jing snorted, "You're restless even when sleeping in my bed at night. Your eyes never leave me, you keep muttering about how cold it is at night, and you curl up in my arms like a cat... What kind of saint do you think I am? Who could resist being seduced by you like this?"
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