Chapter 107: She is like that, I don’t even bother to talk to her
"How can Miss Jiang Er be called a prince?" Duan Jiu asked.
"She's like that, I don't even bother to talk about her."
Perhaps he was too embarrassed to say it, Duan Jiu suppressed his laughter, "How about I go and 'invite' Miss Jiang back and have her apologize to the prince?"
Pei Jing turned his head abruptly, "How could I possibly argue with her?"
"I've overstepped my bounds." Duan Jiu chuckled inwardly as he walked over to clean up the mess on the table. "Wen Zhu has arrived. Should we let her come to see the prince first, or go directly to the Jiang residence?"
"The King has something else to tell you."
Duan Jiu nodded, probably telling Miss Wen Zhu and Jiang Er to pay attention to something.
He moved the dishes aside and saw a handkerchief spread out in front of Pei Jing. He subconsciously reached out to take it, but before he could touch it, a hand was faster than him and pressed it with a "pop".
Pei Jing raised his eyes grimly, his voice even colder, "What are you doing?"
Duan Jiu was confused and said, "This handkerchief is dirty, I threw it away for the prince."
“No need.”
"Then I'll have it washed and brought back to His Majesty?"
Pei Jing's veins were almost popping out, "I want you to mind your own business."
After saying that, he folded the handkerchief carefully and put it away safely.
Duan Jiu looked at the prince's series of actions and seemed to understand something.
Could this handkerchief be “that” handkerchief?
You really can't blame him for not reacting. The main reason is that the prince's brocade handkerchiefs were all cut from the same piece of material, so how could he tell which one was which?
Duan Jiu cleared his throat awkwardly, "Um, by the way, Your Highness, judging from what Zhao Xingbang said earlier, someone deliberately spread this news so that Zhao Xingbang would know."
"That's not the case." Pei Jing's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if the person who had said "she pushed me" aggrievedly before no longer existed.
"The news should have been spread to us. Zhao Xingbang just found out about it by accident."
Duan Jiu suddenly realized something, but he felt something was amiss. "But who spread this news? Very few people know about this. I'm afraid only those who experienced it firsthand know it. Especially the prince's nickname. Could it be that it was spread by the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion?"
Pei Jing leaned back in his chair, tapping his knuckles on the armrest. "That's right, it came from the Dingyuan Marquis's mansion. The Dingyuan Marquis has been keeping this secret for so many years. Do you think he'll suddenly change his mind?"
"That's someone else from the Marquis' Mansion. Could it be... Miss Wei?" Duan Jiu frowned. "But if it was Miss Wei, why didn't she speak directly to His Majesty?"
Pei Jing narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of interest. "Yes, if she recognized me as the man from back then, why would she need to beat around the bush?"
"Your Highness means..."
"I'm afraid he has something to ask for." Pei Jing said, "Most people in the world are like this. Rumors easily take hold, but speaking to someone face to face is hard to dispel doubts."
Duan Jiu nodded, "Then Your Majesty, would you like to meet with Miss Wei? Clearly explaining what happened back then would also be considered putting an end to an obsession."
Pei Jing thought for a moment and said, "Wait a little longer. Since she deliberately let me know that she is the same person from back then, there will always be a time when she loses her patience. Let's wait and see what happens."
Duan Jiu felt that he had to find something for the prince to do.
The prince becomes normal when serious matters are mentioned, so he stops having random thoughts.
…
The next morning, Jiang Fei heard from a servant that the person sent by the palace to teach etiquette had arrived, so she asked someone to invite the person in.
Jiang Fei originally thought that the person coming would be an old nanny, but when she saw the heroic girl standing at the door, she was stunned.
The girl had two knives on her waist, one on each side. She knelt on one knee at the door, clasped her fists and said, "My name is Wen Zhu, and I'm here to see you, young lady."
Jiang Fei had never received such treatment before. At that moment, she thought she had ascended the throne and quickly asked Jiutao to help the man up.
"You were sent by King Zhaoning to teach me the rules, so you don't have to be so polite."
Wen Zhu remembered the prince’s previous instructions.
The prince said, "That girl is very clever and probably doesn't want to learn any rules. Instead of competing with her in wits and courage, it's better to save some trouble. As long as she doesn't do anything out of line, just let her be."
At that time, Wen Zhu mustered up the courage to ask the prince what was considered an extraordinary thing. The prince said that as long as it was not murder or arson, it was not considered extraordinary.
Well, Wen Zhu had figured it out. The prince's madness had worsened in just a few months since she left the capital.
"There must be rules," Wen Zhu said respectfully, "The master is the master, and the subordinates are the subordinates."
Jiang Fei waved her hand, "We don't have any rules about kneeling when we see people here, so you can be as casual as you want."
Wen Zhu thought about it seriously, "Can I really do whatever I want?"
"Of course." After Jiang Fei answered, Jianwen Zhu's eyes lit up and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Then Wen Zhu lifted the hem of her skirt and casually sat on a stool. Suddenly, she asked, "Miss, have you kissed my prince?"
Jiang Fei was about to sit down, but when she heard the words, she lost her balance and almost fell to the ground. Wen Zhu was quick to pull her back.
"Really kissed?"
"Of course not!" Jiang Fei yelled.
She just wanted Wen Zhu to be more casual, but she didn't expect the girl to go too far.
"No?" Wen Zhu asked doubtfully, "That's not what my brother said."
"Who is your brother? What did he say?"
"My brother is Duan Jiu." Wen Zhu said, "The young lady will definitely ask why we have different surnames. I took my mother's surname. My brother said that the prince and the young lady kissed in the waterside pavilion."
Jiang Fei gnashed her teeth, "Nonsense, next time I'm going to tear up Duan Jiu's card—"
A picture suddenly rushed into Jiang Fei's mind, and her voice stopped abruptly.
When she raised her head, she bumped into something. After lifting the brocade handkerchief, she saw Pei Jing's stunned expression and thought he was hurt.
Could it be, could it be...
"You did kiss her, right?" Wen Zhu looked at her expression and asked excitedly, "You kissed my prince, right?"
"I, I, I, I..." Jiang Fei's voice was as thin as a mosquito's, and her eyes were a little vague.
Wen Zhu knew the answer immediately and patted her shoulder, "You are awesome! You actually kissed my prince."
Jiang Fei hadn't recovered from her shock yet, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether Wen Zhu's words were sincere or sarcastic.
The word "kiss" on the left and the word "kiss" on the right made her mind flash back to the scene at that time - Pei Jing's stunned expression, the red tips of his ears, and... and the vague warm touch.
Jiang Fei felt a surge of heat rushing to her head, and her cheeks felt so hot that they seemed to be burning.
Oh my god! That was her first kiss, and it was gone without her even noticing!
"Impossible..." She muttered to herself, her voice filled with disbelief, "How could it be?"
But whenever Pei Jing's expression and reaction at that time flashed through her mind, a voice spoke to her.
"Yes, that's right, you did kiss. And there was a witness who had a big mouth and was spreading it around."
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