"What about Yu Qizhe...how is he?" Yu Jiao couldn't help but ask. He was just a small tutor, and if he broke into the Eastern Palace, he would probably get into big trouble.
Cheng Ying felt a little uncomfortable. The servants brought in the food. He sat down at the pear wood table and served Yu Jiao a bowl of tonic soup. He then said slowly, "He broke into the East Palace and beat up the Crown Prince. Naturally, he was imprisoned in Zhaoyu..."
Cheng Ying paused, placed the tonic soup in front of Yu Jiao, and said deliberately, "He will be executed at the Meridian Gate in three days."
Yu Jiao's face suddenly changed. "Foster father, he broke into the Eastern Palace to save me. It was the Crown Prince who was immoral first!" She stood up and said, "I want to go to the palace to see the Emperor."
Cheng Ying just wanted to tease her, but seeing how anxious she was, he was afraid that she would be scared to death, so he quickly grabbed Yu Jiao's wrist and said, "He is fine. I was just joking with you. This matter will not involve him. He is not in Zhaoyu. It is the prince who went to Zhaoyu."
"Godfather didn't lie to me?" Cheng Ying was always fond of joking, and Yu Jiao couldn't tell which of his words were true and which were false.
Cheng Ying pulled her to sit down, picked up the tonic soup and handed it to Yu Jiao, "I'm not lying to you, you've been sleeping for a whole day, aren't you hungry? Eat first."
Yu Jiao took the soup bowl, took a few sips of soup with the spoon, raised her eyes to Cheng Ying, and asked curiously, "Foster father, you said that the prince was in prison?"
"Yes." Cheng Ying nodded. "I asked Xia Ning to take him to Zhaoyu to stay for one night. As the crown prince of a country, he should be familiar with my Taiyan's punishments. I asked Xia Ning to take him to see how tortures such as skinning and burning him in the sky are carried out."
Yu Jiao choked on the soup in her throat and started coughing.
Cheng Ying frowned in disdain, handed a handkerchief to Yu Jiao, and patted her on the back a few times.
Yu Jiao took a while to recover. She wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief and said, "Foster father, aren't you afraid that the emperor will blame you for doing this?"
Cheng Ying changed her soup bowl and said, "Since I dare to do this, I must have already explained it to His Majesty."
Yu Jiao felt relieved after hearing what he said. Although she was reluctant to accept Cheng Ying as her godfather at the beginning, she was really moved to see Cheng Ying stand up for her like this.
Even when he called Cheng Ying "adoptive father", there was some sincerity in his words.
"Foster father, I have to thank you for everything in the palace." Yu Jiao said seriously, "In the future... in the future when you are old, Yu Ning will take care of you and see you to the end of your life."
Cheng Yinggang was a little uncomfortable with the first half of her words, but after hearing the second half, he laughed angrily and raised his hand to pat Yu Jiao on the top of her head, "I am still very young, what do you mean by taking care of me until the end of my life? Nonsense!"
He won't live to see the day when he will be taken care of and buried by others.
He had never thought about dying of old age. Judging from the inevitable outcome of historical development, he would not have a good ending, and Cheng Ying knew it very well.
Yu Jiao stuck out her tongue, thinking that Cheng Ying was bothered by people saying he was old, and said, "Godfather is still young! Last time I went to the street, didn't someone think you were the same age as me?"
Cheng Ying narrowed her narrow and long phoenix eyes, with a hint of mischievous smile in her pupils, and teased her deliberately, "Oh? How come I remember that the peddler mistook me for your husband?"
An embarrassed look flashed across Yu Jiao's face, and she didn't respond.
Cheng Ying was not willing to give in, and moved her gaze to her small, pink earlobe. "Why aren't you wearing the pendant I bought for you from the peddler?"
"Yu Ning, of course, must treasure and properly keep the things given by your adoptive father and make sure they are not lost." Yu Jiao was now somewhat adept at dealing with him and just had to make up nice words.
Cheng Ying knew that she didn't like to wear the pendant, so she didn't embarrass her any more. Seeing that she had only eaten a little, she put down her chopsticks and said, "Is the food not to your taste?"
Yu Jiao shook her head. She had no appetite. "I'm full." She remembered what the prince said before he knocked her unconscious. She asked Cheng Ying, "Foster father, before the prince drugged me, he seemed to have said that he wanted me to be his concubine. Why did he do this to me for no reason?"
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