Not only that, Jiang Ling also openly disregarded the laws of Tianxuan. Those laws, written in black and white and set in stone, were nothing but a formality in his eyes.
He recklessly challenged the imperial authority time and time again, trampling on the dignity and honor of the dignified princess.
They treated it as if it were nothing more than an ant under their feet, showing no respect whatsoever.
The Emperor and the two princes, whose expressions had been tense as if they were drawing their bows taut, relaxed slightly and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
The turbid air was long and heavy, as if it were trying to expel all the resentment, regret, and self-blame that had been building up in the chest.
The emperor's face still betrayed his regret, his brows furrowed, and his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest of the dragon throne again and again, trying to calm his chaotic and angry state of mind.
He secretly blamed himself for his momentary soft-heartedness and carelessness, how could he have been so easily blinded by Jiang Ling's disguise?
At that time, Jiang Ling resigned from his official post, feigning a pitiful and sorrowful appearance, speaking earnestly, with every sentence seemingly filled with helplessness and bitterness.
The Emperor thought that his younger sister would be happier if she didn't see him in the future, so he granted his request and let the man leave the capital in a carefree manner.
Thinking of his sister's past affection for him, he worried that she couldn't bear to see him fall into poverty and had tacitly allowed him to take away a lot of valuables and return home with a full load.
Now that things are clear, the irrefutable evidence of his crime of violating the law alone is enough to exile him to that desolate, cold, and bleak borderland according to the law of the land.
Let him be placed in the freezing cold, to experience hunger, cold, and a living hell. Given the harm he caused to his sister, how could he be let off so easily?
A fierce glint flashed in the Emperor's eyes, like a lion about to unleash its fury.
Jiang Ling's past misdeeds were all unforgivable and deserved the severe punishment of exterminating three generations of his family.
But the Emperor was unwilling to take his life directly and end it all. In the Emperor's view, killing him with a single blow was far too lenient and would not quell his hatred.
Ning Shuyao's beautiful eyes were fixed on the light screen in front of her, looking at the man with whom she had once been husband and wife.
In the past, he wore a moon-white long robe, held a book in his hand, and had a gentle and refined appearance. The scholarly aura he exuded always attracted the attention of others.
He is now completely different from his former self. His face is covered with a messy beard that grows wildly like weeds, and his eyes are sunken, giving him a disheveled and unkempt appearance.
With just that one glance, Ning Shuyao felt an overwhelming surge of disgust, as if she had swallowed a fly.
Qin Qianluo's words echoed in her ears at just the right time, each word like a heavy hammer, awakening her mind that had been in a daze for a long time.
Yes, I was too sentimental, my heart and eyes were filled with my feelings for Jiang Ling, so much so that I was blinded by so-called love and my eyes were completely blinded.
They pretend not to see or understand the obvious clues in everyday life.
During their honeymoon, before she could even savor the sweetness of their union, she sensed something was amiss. The betrothal gifts, each exquisite item, were meant to be a symbol of his sincerity.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ling always managed to find a clever excuse, saying one day that a friend needed money, the next day that he urgently needed help, and gradually "borrowed" most of the betrothal gifts.
Even her generous dowry couldn't escape Jiang Ling's schemes; he devoured it bit by bit using all sorts of outrageous excuses.
Looking back now, the numerous details piece together a startling truth: those betrothal gifts were probably not legitimately obtained, and were likely tainted by many filthy practices.
In addition, his occasional displays of greed and guilt, when put together, provide irrefutable evidence of his hypocrisy.
Ning Shuyao smiled self-deprecatingly, laughing at herself for being so blinded by his sweet words, handing him her whole heart to be manipulated.
Recalling the rumors that swirled and spread like wildfire in Beijing a few years ago, Ning Shuyao's smile grew increasingly bitter.
At that time, everyone on the streets was talking about her divorce and gossiping about her arrogance and domineering behavior. How could she not know that Jiang Ling was deliberately causing trouble behind the scenes?
Ultimately, it was all my own foolishness; I lost my sense of proportion because I was swept away by my emotions, so I have no one to blame but myself.
Fortunately, after all these twists and turns, she has completely let go of her feelings, broken free from the shackles of her emotions, and rediscovered herself. She is still the noble and unparalleled princess.
Ning Shuyao slightly raised her eyes, her gaze falling on the Emperor who sat upright beside her. A slight smile appeared on her lips, a look of relief and ease.
With the third prince backing them up, the court situation is stable, and there is nothing to worry about. Moreover, now there is someone as insightful and clever as Qin Qianluo who knows all the secrets.
From now on, she will no longer have to live in fear and repeat the mistake of meeting the wrong person.
Both out of consideration for her feelings and her conscience, she should thank Qin Qianluo properly, since Qin Qianluo had indirectly helped her vent her anger.
He exposed Jiang Ling's ugly face and despicable behavior, thus clearing his own name.
Qin Qianluo was unaware of the princess's thoughts. She stared intently at the last image frozen on the screen, and the heavy gloom that had been weighing on her heart finally dissipated a little.
He said, "It's too easy for Jiang Ling to just stay peacefully in his homeland."
Such a hypocritical, cunning, and two-faced person doesn't deserve such a carefree life.
His sordid deeds should be exposed to the public, making him lose face in front of everyone, turning him into a rat in the street, hated by all.
Sending them back to mining serves as both punishment for the wicked and a way to make the best use of resources, saving wages and labor while adding to the national treasury.
001 flipped through Jiang Ling's file and comforted him, "Luo Bao, don't be angry. Jiang Ling got his just desserts. Even God couldn't stand it anymore. He won't be able to keep running around for long."
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