Give each other some face
“???!!!”
Jiang Jingyuan's tense little face suddenly revealed astonishment. She thought to herself in disbelief, "Poor bastard?! You said I'm poor?! How dare you, a street swindler, call me poor?!"
Jiang Jingyuan gnashed his teeth in his heart: "If you think it's too little, just give it back to me..."
Thinking about it, Jiang Jingyuan just said this.
This immediately caused the woman in white to roll her eyes at her and say with her thin lips: "Miser."
Jiang Jingyuan, who was given the title of "stingy" after "poor guy": "......?" He spoke so harshly, is he still the person who was crying on the street just now?
Jiang Jingyuan stared at the face of the woman in white intently.
With a "buzz" sound, Jiang Jingyuan's mind went blank. She looked at the person under the tree with a dull expression, her mouth slightly open, unable to speak.
The woman in white snorted disdainfully, turned her head away, and continued walking.
Just left... This is groundless, can't we save each other's dignity? Jiang Jingyuan stared blankly at the figure in white as it disappeared into the distance, neither chasing nor saying anything. For a moment, she was filled with mixed feelings, wondering if she should return to Yuan Country...
Could it be that during the time she was away from Beijing, the Yuan Kingdom had already fallen into such a state of decline...
Jiang Jingyuan suddenly felt a little regretful. She had spent too much money when she was in Yuguo, and she had to save some of the remaining money.
As she thought about it, Jiang Jingyuan's hand unconsciously rested on the storage bracelet with an exquisite safety lock on her left wrist. She looked away in a daze as the figure in white disappeared around the corner.
These days, even the imperial tutor has to go out on the streets to cheat.
"He came all the way to Chen Country to commit fraud, and even made up such a bizarre and ridiculous life story for himself..." When Jiang Jingyuan thought of this, his facial features suddenly twisted.
This is so weird. Both the story and the person are... what happened to the promise of immortality? Is he really the Yan Rugui that future generations admire?
What she said casually before actually came true. This person turned out to be a liar...
…………
The next morning.
Jiang Jingyuan finally returned to Yuan Country. The Rong family had helped her so much before. No matter what the current situation in Yuan Country was, she had to come back to take a look.
Even after returning to the Yuan Kingdom's mansion, Jiang Jingyuan was still deep in thought with a solemn expression: "What about being chased for thousands of miles, being unable to enter the clinic, and not being able to find his enemies in the capital... Regardless of whether this is true or not, no one would let him cause trouble like this in the streets of Chen Kingdom's capital..."
"Yes." Jiang Jingyuan was stunned. "Why didn't anyone come to arrest him then? Are those people in Chen Kingdom so magnanimous?"
After a pause, Jiang Jingyuan's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself, "Isn't he using his reputation as a great master or some other method to block the actions of those people from Chen Country? Just to cheat a few copper coins, is it really that serious..."
After resting for a while, Jiang Jingyuan wrapped in a plush cloak and leaned on the soft couch. With a thought, the bracelet with a safety lock on his left wrist flashed, and a black and white ball the size of a palm appeared out of thin air.
Two short, thin, pink claws grasped Jiang Jingyuan's fingers. The little round bird with a white belly and black back shook its feathers, tilted its head, and looked at the girl in front of it with its round black eyes.
“Ding… Ding, Ding…”
Clear and melodious bells rang out one after another. The small round bird with a white belly and a black back lowered its head and used its two wings to take out shrinking brocade boxes from the small bamboo tubes on its feet. The brocade boxes grew rapidly on the soft couch at a speed visible to the naked eye and returned to their original size.
"bite--"
There was another crisp sound. Jiang Jingyuan looked at the small round bird in his hand and inexplicably felt that the small round bird frowned impatiently and irritably. With a "swish", the small round bird's two wings fiercely pulled the letter out of the small bamboo tube. The letter paper enlarged, and the small round bird lifted the letter with one wing and shook it, then raised it to show the girl in front of him.
Looking at the letter that was almost touching her nose, Jiang Jingyuan leaned back silently. However, the little round bird in her hand was obviously impatient as it held the letter high and moved it closer to her face.
Jiang Jingyuan stretched her hand out a little, and seeing the black and white ball jumping up her arm, she quickly stretched out her left hand to grab the ball, which immediately made the little round bird angry and it opened its mouth and bit her hand several times.
Jiang Jingyuan: "..."
How strange, even messenger cards have such a temper these days...
With just this little bit of force, the red marks left by the little round bird disappeared in a few seconds. Jiang Jingyuan didn't care about it and turned to look at the letter paper that the little round bird was still holding.
Jiang Jingyuan paused as his eyes swept across the yellowed and ancient letter paper line by line. He turned his head to look at the brocade boxes of different sizes on the soft couch beside him, and then turned back to look at the contents on the letter paper.
Jiang Jingyuan said nothing, just kept looking back and forth at the letter paper and the brocade box.
After a long time, she suddenly clenched the small round bird in her hand.
——The Rong family is so touching.
…………
Two days later.
The sky was dark, but countless tiny lights were lit up on the ground, gathering together to illuminate the night.
In the magnificent palace, amidst the harmonious clinking of glasses, there were hidden smiles of temptation and competition. The emperor, who was at the top, just drank slowly, with a pair of cloudy eyes open, his lifeless gaze fixed on the ground in front of the wooden table, as if he was wandering in the sky.
Suddenly, someone said, "I've heard that all the people in Chen Kingdom are highly skilled in martial arts. I wonder who will be better between His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Chen and the soldiers of our Yuan Kingdom?" This immediately caused everyone in the audience who were chatting and laughing to fall silent.
Everyone turned their eyes to look in the direction of a young man.
The young man was wearing a dark purple robe, which made him look solemn and dignified. His face was calm, but upon closer inspection, one could see that his complexion was a little too pale and bloodless.
Without waiting for Xiao Zhi's reply, someone smiled and pointed at a general sitting in the corner. "I heard that Lord Feng recently recruited a capable young general. I'd like to ask if he's interested in competing against Crown Prince Chen. But please be careful. Don't accidentally injure the Crown Prince of Chen in front of His Majesty."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone laughed.
After smiling, everyone in the palace looked at the young man quietly again.
The vast, resplendent palace was now eerily silent. Every pair of eyes, all filled with various smiles, watched him, leaving him with nowhere to turn and nowhere to hide. Xiao Zhi's expression remained calm, but the fingers of his hands, resting on his knees, gradually curled into his palms, his hands clenched into fists, and he trembled faintly.
Behind him, the attendant general who followed him to Yuan Kingdom trembled uncontrollably, looking at the back of the young man in front of him with worry and anger in his eyes.
"What the hell..." The young general of Chen Kingdom hurriedly lowered his head, his eyes unconsciously red, and he was furious. "If you want to compete, then call the heir of Yuan Kingdom to compete! Compared with our crown prince, you call a small soldier who came out of nowhere, and even act so condescending and humble..."
His Highness is the Crown Prince. A small soldier competing with him would be humiliating, and a general would be disrespectful. If they truly wish to compete, then the heirs of the two countries should have a sparring match...
But Yuan State did not have that.
These people even sarcastically asked the soldiers to show mercy.
Their prince and the Chen Kingdom... This battle is shameful if they lose, and it is also shameful if they win.
The people of Chen Kingdom looked up and saw that everyone looking here was waiting with smiles on their faces, not at all anxious or unhappy because of Xiao Zhi's silence.
How could silence and hesitation not be a form of torture for those from the Chen Kingdom?
In the palace, Jiang Jingyuan, wearing a peach-pink and lotus-root-pink cloud-shoulder long dress, sat upright on her seat, looking down at the exquisite glass bowl on the table. It was unknown what she was thinking about, and she did not look at the scene inside the palace.
She exuded a cold aura, with only a pair of dark, lowered eyes surging with emotion. She was just wondering, was Jiang Jingjian like this when he was in Chen Country?
Exchange for quality, you won’t die, but that’s just the inability to die.
Jiang Jingyuan blinked, her eyes suddenly cold again, and she remembered the scene she had seen in Chen Kingdom a few days ago. Even after all these days, when she recalled it, her heart still surged with pain and self-blame, so painful that her breathing unconsciously stopped for a moment.
If Xiao Zhi lives well in Yuan Country, it will make Jiang Jingjian's life easier in Chen Country, so she can go and help Xiao Zhi.
But it didn't make sense for Jiang Jingjian to suffer in Chen Country while she had to enjoy the good food and drink in Yuan Country while pampering Xiao Zhi...
That doesn't make sense!
Jiang Jingyuan lowered her eyes, cold and gloomy. She was in no mood to harm Xiao Zhi, but she also wouldn't help him.
His thoughts raced through his mind for only a moment. Jiang Jingyuan raised his eyes and looked indifferently at the magnificent scene in the palace in front of him. He raised his hand, picked up the small wine glass on the table, and took a sip nonchalantly.
When will the cycle of revenge end? With so much back and forth, it is no longer possible to tell right from wrong and the source of hatred.
Perhaps one side will eventually give in and compromise in an attempt to turn hostility into friendship, but in some things, Jiang Jingyuan will not be the one to take the initiative to give in.
The warm sweet taste caught Jiang Jingyuan off guard and he was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the exquisite cup in his hand. His face remained calm, but he was stunned in his heart: "This is not wine..."
This is warm sweet tea.
Jiang Jingyuan was puzzled. Could it be that all the royal heirs drank sweet tea?
She glanced at Jiang Jingzong and Jiang Jingqian on both sides of her. Only then did she remember her current seat problem - according to the rules, she should not have sat here.
Jiang Jingyuan was confused. "Without the emperor's permission, the palace servants wouldn't make such an arrangement. Those who are busy vying for power can't and won't do such a thing... Is this really the emperor's intention?"
Jiang Jingyuan calmly glanced at the old emperor at the top. Seeing his cloudy, lifeless, and yellow eyes, he immediately rejected the idea. "The old emperor can barely protect himself, how could he have the time to care about these things?"
After a pause, Jiang Jingyuan suddenly remembered what Xu Qinglin had said about the "seeker". She felt strange again: "This is impossible..."
Although not pursuing the matter and setting up a residence outside the palace were helping her, would those people care about such a small matter now?
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Jiang Jingyuan simply stopped thinking about it. Where he sat, whether he was drinking wine or sweet tea, it was just a trivial matter, nothing to think about.
In the palace, someone behind Xiao Zhi couldn't help but say, "My prince is injured..."
Xiao Zhi raised his hand to interrupt him, then stood up and left the table. This was a challenge—it wasn't a real sparring match, just a way to make fun of them. As a hostage in another country, it wasn't up to him to accept the challenge or not.
The boy's arrogance and resentment turned into soft silence.
Cheers and applause suddenly rang out in the magnificent palace.
A young man in a dark purple robe stood in the center of the huge palace, with his eyes lowered, waiting for the palace servants to bring swords and opponents.
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded softly, but it drowned out the laughter of everyone in the hall.
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