Princess Ping still held the spoon in her hand, her face blank and silent. She didn't want to know what Jiang Xuelin had said that could frighten her son into thinking he was having a nightmare, and then make him slap her so hard.
Absolutely no interest.
Let's have a meal.
The red date and white fungus soup tasted really good today.
King Ping looked at his son and daughter-in-law, then at the silent queen, and remained silent.
Fu Hanlai waited for a long time but received no response, which puzzled him.
Is that all?
No other reaction?
Isn't he their son?
His only son!
"Father, Mother, after hearing all this, don't you have anything to say?"
He should at least say something, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste of all the time Jiang Xuelin did his makeup? He had endured Jiang Xuelin's ferocious gaze for a long time because of this; most people definitely wouldn't have been able to endure it.
"What do you want to say to Mother?"
Princess Ping gave a cold laugh and asked in return.
"Oh, Shou, don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Father and Mother are here. Shou, don't be afraid, my dear! The monster has been driven away, Shou, don't be afraid..." King Ping really didn't know how to comment on his son's words, so he said a few words in a high-pitched voice, and then changed to a normal voice, "Is this reaction enough? Should we go and invite a master back to perform a ritual for you to scare away any souls that might have been frightened out of their bodies?"
Jiang Xuelin: "..."
I almost burst out laughing, so I quickly lowered my head to cover my upturned lips and pretended to be eating the white fungus soup in front of me.
—Yes, it tastes really good.
Fu Hanlai, having been rebuffed, didn't press the matter further, only muttering under his breath, "There's no need for that."
This breakfast was truly suffocating; the atmosphere remained stiff throughout. Jiang Xuelin pretended not to notice and quickly finished her meal.
Fu Hanlai felt extremely uncomfortable, as if he had a nail stuck in his buttocks.
Finally, the meal was over, and Princess Ping went to handle the day's internal affairs of the Prince's residence. She was already very busy managing the household affairs every day, so she didn't have time to deal with the remaining three.
Prince Ping led the two to the garden behind the house, and had a servant bring water and a handkerchief so that Fu Han could wash off the pearl powder from his face.
The swelling on his cheek had almost subsided, but it still looked a little red. Prince Ping couldn't help but reach out and touch it, feeling that Fu Hanlai had been much more ruthless than him.
On the day Princess Ping was diagnosed with pregnancy, she couldn't believe it and thought she was dreaming. So, Prince Ping slapped himself in the face, right in front of everyone. He still remembers the loud slap.
But his slap didn't last that long; it just turned red for a moment, and didn't even swell up.
It was his son who was ruthless towards him.
"Father? What is it that you want to discuss with your son and Jiang Xuelin?"
They even specifically called Jiang Xuelin over, so it must be related to Jiang Xuelin as well; otherwise, calling just him would have been enough.
King Ping was speechless once again.
"Why are you still calling Lin'er by her full name?"
What couple addresses each other like that? Even if they've been married for more than half a year, they wouldn't address each other like that.
Couples with a good relationship will address each other by their maiden names, while those with a less close relationship will address each other as "Madam" or "Mrs." For example, he might usually call her "Princess," but in private he might prefer to call her "Wan Niang."
"Otherwise, what should I call her? Like how you address your mother, Xue Niang? Lin Niang? Lin'er? Xue'er..." The more he talked, the more uncomfortable he felt. Fu Hanlai couldn't help but shiver, feeling a chill creep up his spine and goosebumps all over his body.
Sorry, he can't call out.
Coincidentally, Jiang Xuelin couldn't stand it either. Hearing those four titles, she also shuddered, feeling a chill run down her spine.
Many people call her Lin'er; her parents, the King, and the Consort all call her that, and no one has ever thought there was anything wrong with it. But hearing this name from Fu Hanlai's mouth... why is it so frightening?
King Ping looked at the two of them, both of whom had expressions of utter disbelief, and felt he couldn't bear to watch.
How could this be!
How could his son and daughter-in-law be like this?
He really didn't know what to say.
"Forget it, you can call me whatever you want. Your mother and I have no objection. We're just a little curious. The main reason I called you here today is to ask about that tabloid. Are you planning to publish something about that Golden Lotus woman in the next issue?"
King Ping, no longer wanting to dwell on how his son should address his daughter-in-law, got down to business.
"Father, what are you saying? Didn't you say that this matter was entrusted to you, that you and the Imperial Uncle would handle it, and that your son and Jiang Xuelin didn't need to get involved?" Fu Hanlai asked innocently, his eyes wide open, clearly not admitting to any plans he was making.
King Ping pretended not to hear this and continued to ask, "Where do you plan to start?"
Based on the positioning of the tabloid "Tian Ri Zhao Zhao", it must have originated from a prominent family. Considering that this matter started with Yao Yufang, it is most likely the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.
As for Fu Hanlai's innocent protest, he simply wouldn't believe it.
Based on his understanding of his son, he knew he couldn't just obediently stand by and do nothing, and Lin'er, who was similar to his son in temperament, probably wouldn't let the matter rest either.
They will definitely target the tabloids.
That tabloid is quite popular in the capital now, with many people waiting to buy each issue. It's fortunate that it's published every ten days, not every day, otherwise who knows how many jokes would be made.
Once every ten days, that's just the right probability.
It was annoying, but not to the point that the civil and military officials wanted to kill each other.
Therefore, they will definitely make good use of this knife this time.
Seeing that he couldn't hide it any longer, Fu Hanlai stopped trying to conceal it. The flippant and feigned innocence on his face gradually faded, and he gave a deep answer.
"The Marquis of Chengyi's Residence".
"The Marquis of Chengyi's residence?"
Prince Ping was somewhat surprised. If he remembered correctly, one of the members of that tabloid was a son of the Marquis of Chengyi.
"...They say a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow. Didn't you say you wouldn't harm your own people?" No wonder Prince Ping's mind suddenly changed. He used to think he was quite safe. After all, he was Ah Shou's father and Lin'er's father-in-law. They couldn't possibly sacrifice their own family members, could they?
But now... I suddenly feel like things aren't so safe anymore.
After all, he has quite a few little tails around him.
"...You wouldn't target the Prince Ping's residence, would you?"
Doubt, hesitation.
Shouldn't he prepare the family rules first? This time it's the Marquis of Chengyi's turn, who knows when it will be his turn?
It wasn't just a day or two that he discovered Ah Shou was someone who could cause trouble for the elders in the family.
Just like his own filial piety towards the late emperor.
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