Chapter 758 The True Immortal Princess [Bonus Chapter as Compensation, Requesting Monthly Tickets!]
"Oh."
Ouyang Rong interrupted Yi Qianqiu's advice with a light laugh.
The latter frowned as he looked at it.
Ouyang Rong sighed with some emotion:
"How come I never noticed before that Commander Yi is so shrewd despite his rough exterior, and so good at smoothing things over and persuading people?"
"This is no ordinary level of sharpness. Commander Yi has hidden himself very well. I misjudged him. In addition, personal feelings clouded my judgment. I have no reason to be caught in this trap."
Yi Qianqiu hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Ouyang Rong smiled and asked her:
"If I were to truly believe these words and they had calmed me down, would you advise me again only after learning that Li Congshan and Miaozhen arrived too late and failed to stop the brutal river bandits from massacring the Prince's mansion? Commander Yi, don't you agree?"
"Anyway, whatever happened in Xunyang City today was purely accidental. It was just bad luck for the Xunyang Prince's Mansion. Everyone was far away and stayed in the Xunyang Grottoes. They were all following the emperor's orders and fighting the enemy. They were all loyal ministers who defended the Buddha and were loyal to the saint. They were all loyal ministers, and there were no treacherous ministers!"
"At most, after the news of the destruction of the Prince's Mansion came, everyone was shocked and shed some tears, expressing their regret. Then, they went to Luoyang to apologize for their merits of protecting the Buddha and suppressing the rebels. After that, they continued to be rewarded according to their merits, promoted and made a fortune. They even gained the title of a powerful prince in the court. They owed two favors. How wonderful!"
Yi Qianqiu's pupils contracted slightly, and he stopped speaking abruptly.
The entire room fell silent.
"Clap clap clap—"
The young man in the scholar's robe clapped his hands and applauded for a while.
A calm voice resounded throughout the venue, causing everyone's expression to change:
"This is a good setup, quite sophisticated. They've even prepared someone to apologize and take the blame, wait..."
After a slight pause, Ouyang Rong turned his head to look at Wei Wu, who had remained calm and composed, and asked, tilting his head:
"If I were to set up a trap, I would refine it further. For example, regardless of whether Li Congshan, Miaozhen, and their group of guards from the Prince's mansion are with the Xunyang Prince's family at this moment, it would be a dead end once the assassins disguised as river pirates arrive."
"Wei Wu, and everyone else, don't you agree?"
Looking around, Ouyang Rong caught a slight change in Wei Wu's expression, smiled again, and nodded calmly.
"Oh, I see. You're not stupid after all. No wonder you weren't flustered when I sent Li Congshan and the others back and forth. You even tried to dispel my doubts and keep me calm."
The young man in the scholar's robe said casually.
Yi Qianqiu, Granny Song, Duan Quanwu and the others were all moved, their expressions ranging from surprise and doubt to fear, and their gazes toward Ouyang Rong were very complicated.
Ouyang Rong straightened his clothes, dusted them off, cleaned himself up, and then glanced at the sun.
After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, looked at Rong Zhen beside him and the crowd on the field, and smiled:
"Alright, I don't know why you've been wasting so much time talking nonsense. Could it be that you know I'm an expert and are preparing something big? I only told Lady Historian about this in private, and it seems you really believed me. Well then, thank you for your kind words, Lady Historian... Alright, that's enough. Lady Historian, and everyone else, when are we going to make our move? Now, go and die!"
Rongzhen, who had been staring blankly at her hands, suddenly looked up.
Ouyang Rong saw a pair of cold eyes with red-rimmed sockets.
At this moment, her purple robes transformed into fiery red, her cold eyes fixed intently on him:
"Go to hell? You don't believe me!?"
Ouyang Rong met his gaze, his eyes calm.
"I believed it."
He said.
“Governor Ouyang,” Wei Wu suddenly spoke, “people who are too clever are prone to death. Let me remind you, sometimes it’s better to be a little muddleheaded…”
"Shut up!"
Rongzhen suddenly turned her head and shouted.
Almost instantly, the fiery figure in palace attire appeared before the square-faced man.
She raised her small, snow-white hand and swung it down hard.
"Smack—!"
A resounding slap echoed throughout the entire venue.
"You lackey! How dare you threaten him?"
Rong Zhen's red eyes flashed with anger as she rebuked him.
Wei Wu's face flushed red, and he stood there somewhat bewildered.
"Smack—!"
Immediately following was another crisp slap; Rong Zhen retaliated with a backhand slap, the sound even louder than before.
This backhand slap sent the trusted man of the Prince of Wei, who had orchestrated the murderous scheme at the Xunyang Prince's Mansion, spinning him through the air before he crashed to the ground, his white headband falling to the ground.
A woman's icy, hateful, and beautiful voice echoed through the air:
"You lowly servant, you dare to let him die? Even I wouldn't bear to do that, so what right do you have? What kind of lowly thing are you? Is this how Wei Jisi taught you at home?"
A pair of jade hairpins adorned Rongzhen's high bun. With her small chest heaving violently, this favorite hairpin trembled slightly throughout, unable to restrain the dignified hairstyle she had carefully styled for the day.
Strands of her dark hair fell messily across her fair forehead as the girl in palace attire moved dramatically. Her fringe partially obscured her swollen, red eyes, but a cold glint shone through the strands of hair as she looked at Wei Wu, who was lying on the ground, clutching his face and frozen in place.
This scene, which unfolded in the blink of an eye, shocked everyone present.
Granny Song couldn't help but speak up to advise, "Rong girl..."
Rongzhen suddenly turned her head:
"Shut up, you old man! Try yelling at him again and see what happens!"
The old woman with the rolled-up eyes stopped abruptly, as if she never expected that the usually polite and well-mannered Rong would speak to her like that.
Granny Song's old face immediately turned reddish-purple, like the color of a pig's liver, and her eyes were filled with disbelief as she murmured, "Old...old man?"
However, this palace lady-in-waiting, whose cultivation level was purple and who was treated with respect by both the King of Wei and the King of Liang, did not immediately retort angrily.
Even more unexpectedly, Wei Wu, who was slapped and fell to the ground, got up almost immediately, put the white cloth strip back on, and walked back to Rong Zhen.
His square face was now swollen and purplish-red, like a pickled pig's head, his nose blurred with blood, making his expression unreadable.
His tall and imposing figure stood before the petite and short girl in palace attire, seemingly as imposing as a mountain, yet his aura was completely the opposite, as if he were suppressed by her, as if by an insurmountable bloodline oppression.
Wei Wu stood before Rong Zhen with his hands hanging at his sides, his head bowed low and his waist bent low, as if he were voluntarily slapping the short palace-dressed girl again.
Wei Wu kept his head down, his expression and emotions unreadable, and his voice sounded dry and hoarse.
"Princess, please calm down. This servant dares not do it again. I will apologize to the Prince when I return to the capital. Please calm down, Princess."
Duan Quanwu, standing to the side, suddenly knelt on one knee, clasped his hands heavily towards Rong Zhen, whose eyes were filled with disdain, and pleaded in a pleading tone:
“Princess Zhenxian, please calm down. Although Steward Wu’s tone was inappropriate, he does not deserve to die. How about we have him apologize to Governor Ouyang and make amends for his crimes later?”
The girl in palace attire had a cold expression on her face and pursed her lips without answering.
The air on the high platform was silent.
Rongzhen seemed to realize something and slowly turned around.
Ouyang Rong stared at her blankly, a look of realization in his eyes.
“True Immortal… Princess… No wonder you always refer to yourself as ‘this palace,’ and you have a belly… and you wear purple… The princesses of this dynasty are either surnamed Li or Wei…”
The young man in the scholar's robe muttered something to himself and paused for a moment.
In the stillness of the night, he suddenly said:
"Your surname is Wei."
Rongzhen sniffed. Besides feeling a stinging sensation in her nose, she also felt a slight stinging in the corners of her eyes for some reason. However, she dared not rub them or blink, for fear that her eyes would well up with tears.
This is the first time I've felt this way because of a man.
Her tear-streaked face was tilted back with pride, like a head held high, but her usually clear and cold voice still couldn't hide a trace of sobbing.
"Hmm, Ouyang Lianghan, let's get to know each other again. This is my personal reason."
(End of this chapter)
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