Princess Yashuang nodded with tears in her eyes, last time Mengchen gave her a bottle of perfume, she gave it to her mother, and her mother was overjoyed and kept praising her for her filial piety.
In the Beiyue Inn.
Wu Zhenglie and Princess Feilan felt the same as the Xiahou siblings; they deeply believed that befriending Princess Chen was the correct decision.
In the afternoon, Long Xuanmo didn’t go to the office but ordered his men to secretly bring the Former Dynasty Royal descendant Dugu Fuxing to the Prince Mansion. Long Xuanmo and Yang Mengchen met him in a secret room.
But upon seeing him, he appeared to be around forty years old, nearly seven feet tall, rather thin, with very pale skin, which made his handsome features all the more striking. His eyes were long and narrow, deep as abysses. He was dressed in a white prison garb, and his body bore visible, ferocious and horrifying scars. However, there was no sign of dejection, but instead, a face of tranquility.
Mo Yun and Mo Lei stood on either side of Dugu Fuxing, holding his shoulders to prevent him from going mad and rushing to offend the Prince and princess.
Seeing everyone around him as if facing a great enemy, Dugu Fuxing sneered, "I’m already like this, and yet you are still worried about me harming you."
He couldn’t move a muscle, and Long Xuanmo and his wife were not only accompanied by eight guards and maids, but also stayed far from him, as if afraid he would leap up and bite them to death. Thus, he looked down on the way Long Xuanmo and his wife were acting.
"There’s a saying that caution helps one sail the sea for a thousand years. The princess thought that it is always harmless to be cautious in everything," Yang Mengchen said with a faint smile, not minding Dugu Fuxing’s ridicule at all.
After listening, Dugu Fuxing scrutinized Yang Mengchen carefully. He could say that the only person he could not see through in this world was the Princess Chen before him.
Born into a peasant family, yet possessing a noble demeanor; clearly talented, yet choosing to hide it; after marrying Long Xuanmo, she was dedicated to earning silver for the Bastard Emperor behind the scenes, willingly offering strategies to Long Xuanmo and the Bastard Emperor from the shadows. She sought neither fame nor power, yet somehow won the respect and support of everyone.
Surely, it was because of this Princess Chen that Long Xuanmo and the Bastard Emperor dared to set such a grand scheme, and they were all caught in the traps of Long Xuanmo and the Bastard Emperor.
Dugu Fuxing really couldn’t understand, was Princess Chen truly indifferent to power and influence as rumors claimed? Or was she hiding her ambitions even deeper?
Yang Mengchen faced Dugu Fuxing’s probing gaze with a calm smile and said, "The princess has a question that she couldn’t figure out and would like to ask you now."
Looking at Yang Mengchen coldly, Dugu Fuxing pressed his lips together, remaining silent, thinking that she was foolish to expect to trick any information out of him.
Taking a sip of the green tea that Long Xuanmo passed her, Yang Mengchen spoke methodically, "The princess really can’t understand why, after the previous dynasty had been overthrown for over three hundred years, and especially since the last emperor of the former dynasty was so debauched and tyrannical that the people couldn’t sustain their livelihoods, whereas now the Dongchu Country is rich and strong, and the people live in peace and contentment, why would you want to restore the previous dynasty?
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Even if, by some miracle, you do succeed in overthrowing Dongchu and re-establishing the former dynasty, who would become the Emperor? You or that Former Dynasty Princess? With your wisdom and ability, do you think you could stabilize and hold onto the throne?"
Dugu Fuxing’s face suddenly turned furious but, catching Yang Mengchen’s mocking glance, he quickly regained his composure, closed his eyes, and completely ignored Yang Mengchen as if she were thin air.
"The princess knows you’re not convinced, but it doesn’t matter." Looking at Dugu Fuxing feigning sleep with closed eyes, Yang Mengchen said indifferently, "The princess just wanted to have a chat with you. There’s no need to be so guarded."
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