The Great Jin laws, which had been building up inside him and were about to burst forth, were silenced upon hearing Chuanwen's heartfelt words. The Crown Prince, determined to make Zhao Dajia pay for his shameless behavior, walked up to Zhao Dajia, his eyes almost filled with tears, and asked, "Where did you steal my fat?"
That was the fruit of his hard work. If possible, he really wanted to come back; his vegetables in the greenhouse were waiting for him.
However, at this moment, Chuanwen could only see the Crown Prince's back, and seeing him twitching, he thought he was extremely angry.
[Would the Crown Prince really intend to beat up Brother Dajia?]
The prince looks very strong. Could he suddenly unleash his biceps and crush Brother Dajia's head?
Speaking of which, does the Crown Prince have eight-pack abs? I really want to pinch them! Sigh, in both my lives, I've never even touched eight-pack abs, let alone held a man's hand...
Chuanwen felt increasingly aggrieved, Zhao Dajia felt his head was in danger, and he could almost see himself bleeding in the imperial palace. The Crown Prince felt more and more wronged, tears welling up in his eyes... "My fertilizer..."
The ministers remained silent, looking at Chuan Hai. Chuan Hai said, "I...I don't know her..."
Zhang Hui was shocked! You little brat, how dare you covet the Crown Prince! Not only covet the Crown Prince, but it seems you even want to touch other men! At such a young age, how can you be so unchaste? What kind of behavior is this? What kind of behavior is this?!
Chuanwen felt Zhang Hui's intense gaze. When she looked over, she saw Zhang Hui staring at her as if he wanted to devour her. It was completely inexplicable.
Chuan Wen made a boastful face at Zhang Hui, saying, "Come and hit me if you dare! Hahaha, once Zhang Qing recovers from his injuries and comes to court, I'll make you beg for mercy!"
Because of those ten thousand recitations of the "Women's Precepts," Chuanwen and Grandpa Zhang had a grudge against each other.
As for Zhang Hui, because of Chuanwen's heartfelt words, he ended up separated from his concubine and children, and this grudge had long been formed.
Faced with Chuan Wen's arrogance, Zhang Hui gritted his teeth, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, and his fists clenched tighter and tighter.
The little princess in Chuanwen's arms woke up groggily at this moment. When she saw Chuanwen's funny face, she thought he was teasing her and giggled.
[Haha, Little Tuantuan, you also think that Mr. Zhang, who's so green he's practically glowing, is hilarious, right? Then let's not call him Mr. Zhang anymore, let's call him Zhang the Big Green, okay?]
Chuanwen, in a good mood, teased the little princess and swaggered away.
Zhang Hui was so angry that his hands trembled and he choked on a mouthful of phlegm, his face turning red. It was only when the Minister of Works next to him saw that something was wrong that he quickly patted Zhang Hui's back to help him catch his breath.
"Prime Minister, are you alright?" the Minister of Works asked cautiously.
Zhang Hui glared angrily at Chuan Hai, who jumped in fright as he saw Prime Minister Zhang striding toward him. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. What had he done to deserve this? Niece, you've made your own mess, so clean it up yourself!
Zhang Hui stopped in front of Chuan Hai and then started cursing: "You're the one who calls me grandma! You're the one who's green to the bone! You're the one who's called Chuan the Green King! Your whole family is called Chuan the Green King!"
After Zhang finished cursing, he stormed off, leaving Chuanhai, who had been sprayed with spittle, and the rest of the group stunned.
I have never seen a prime minister so emotionally out of control...
Chuan Hai wiped his face, surprisingly not afraid, but wondering if the Prime Minister had eaten garlic that morning, because it smelled so strongly...
Chuan Hai realized belatedly that his heart had been greatly strengthened by his niece's training.
The morning court session ended in chaos. The Crown Prince followed Zhao Dajia, crying and begging for fertilizer. The Crown Prince's supporters followed him, crying and begging, "You are the heir apparent!" The Third Prince's supporters strolled out in high spirits, leaving behind a group of bewildered eunuchs: What happened?
Chuan Hai returned to the Marquis of Changxing's residence and told the Marquis and the others about what happened in court that day. Their expressions were quite interesting, from initial shock to the fright of Chuan Wen saying that the emperor was going to wet his pants, and then to their numbness as they joked about Prime Minister Zhang Dalu.
That's something his granddaughter or his daughter would do.
Then his gaze fell on Chuanrui and Xu Yan, his expression seeming to ask, "How did you raise this girl?"
Chuanrui and Xu Yan quickly shifted the blame. Although they were sometimes a bit too outstanding, they were still very disciplined when it came to serious matters... well... on the surface, their daughter was also very disciplined, after all, she hadn't done or said anything.
The group fell into deep thought again. From Chuanwen's inner thoughts, they had already learned that Chuanwen was born through rebirth and that rebirth meant he didn't drink the Meng Po soup when he was reincarnated. So what kind of person was Chuanwen in his previous life?
Just as they were pondering this, a commotion suddenly broke out outside. The group hurriedly went out and saw a maid being pinned to the ground by several servants. Her pleas for mercy and shouts attracted other servants and maids.
"Reporting to my lord, this maid was trying to poison the midnight snack, but I caught her red-handed."
This man was burly and imposing, with eyes as small as soybeans, yet they gleamed with a sharp light. Even the Marquis of Changxing treated him with deference, not only because he looked intimidating, but also because he was sent by the emperor to protect them.
Don't be fooled by his current status as a servant in their household; he is actually a member of the Imperial Guard, responsible for the emperor's personal safety. Not only is his martial arts prowess remarkable, but his keen sense of vigilance is also unmatched by ordinary people.
His chest was slightly bulging, where his ever-present Qianniu sword lay.
Not only him, but also the others who held down the maid.
Marquis Changxing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Good heavens, he had survived another day safely. He then thanked the burly man repeatedly.
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