This is Emperor Yuxian's own sister. He used to treat her like a precious jewel, and now he probably treats her even better.
If you offend her, and she turns around and complains to the emperor, not only will you lose your official position, but judging from the recent situation, you might not even be able to keep your head.
Everyone knew this, yet no one dared to flatter her. At that time, Princess Zhaoyang was leaving the capital, and they were already being kind by not kicking her when she was down, let alone seeing her off.
Therefore, even An Zhuoyi, the daughter of Grand Tutor An who was on good terms with Princess Zhaoyang, did not dare to step forward rashly and could only stand in the crowd with her head down.
After Emperor Yuxian and Princess Zhaoyang finished speaking, Minister Lu stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "Your Majesty, the Ministry of Rites has prepared a banquet. Your humble servant has come to respectfully invite Your Majesty and His Highness to return to the palace."
Emperor Yuxian nodded, and as he turned around, his gaze inadvertently swept across the window not far away. Then he said to Princess Zhaoyang, "Then let's go, Zhaoyang."
"I will heed Your Majesty's teachings." She smiled slightly, her tone gentle.
...
"Smack—"
As the group left, the sound of shattering porcelain came from a private room in a teahouse by the street, startling the scholars in the next room.
After serving the dishes, the waiter on the first floor wiped the table and approached the shopkeeper, who was calculating with an abacus, and whispered, "Shopkeeper, is that person in that room a bit temperamental? This is the second cup."
As he spoke, he raised his chin and pouted, indicating that he was referring to the private room from which the noise had just come from.
The shopkeeper glanced at him, his hands still busy, "Do what you're supposed to do, and don't ask questions you shouldn't, or you'll lose your head."
This waiter was clearly a talkative person.
Upon hearing the shopkeeper's words, he instinctively shrank his neck, then touched his cervical spine and lowered his voice, "You just chop people up like that? So ruthless? Is that person someone important?"
"Of course." The shopkeeper lowered his head, his abacus clattering as he worked. "I'm not afraid to tell you, but you mustn't tell anyone else."
The waiter's eyes lit up, and he quickly patted his chest and nodded, saying, "Go ahead, go ahead, don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut, I promise I won't utter a single word."
The shopkeeper stopped what he was doing, glanced at him again, gave a soft "hmm," leaned close to his ear, and cautiously looked left and right. Seeing that no one was looking in his direction, he covered his eyes with his hand and whispered, "To tell you the truth, that person is someone above us, someone who is second only to the emperor."
After he finished speaking, he removed his hand and pointed to the sky.
The waiter's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Could it be...?"
He was halfway through his sentence when he saw the shopkeeper put his index finger to his lips. He covered his mouth again, placed his other hand on his chest, and whispered, "No way, is it really that person from up there?! Wasn't he said to be gentle and of excellent character? How come..."
The shopkeeper shook his head mysteriously, refusing to say anything more, and went back to calculating. Despite the waiter's chatter, he remained oblivious to everything else, focusing solely on calculating.
Seeing that he ignored him, the waiter also shut up and went back to work.
...
Inside a private room on the second floor, a person dressed in casual clothes had an unpleasant expression.
The regent, who had feigned illness to avoid welcoming Princess Zhaoyang, was now filled with rage, his chest heaving. He never imagined that in just a few days, his fourth brother had brought so many ministers under his control.
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