Given all that, what else could Prince Jing not understand?
All I know is that I've been deceived by my fifth brother all these years, and I even helped him do a lot of foolish things. I still feel angry when I think about it now.
He couldn't understand it. No matter how desperate his fifth brother was, he shouldn't have colluded with the Eastern Court! He even wanted to harm their father. Wasn't that just courting death?
Prince Jing thought his father would execute his fifth brother, but things didn't turn out as he expected. Instead, his brother was simply imprisoned for a period of time, the matter wasn't made public, and he wasn't even severely punished. This puzzled Prince Jing.
Although the Emperor is usually incompetent, he would never tolerate his son's treason. Why was this matter handled so lightly?
At first, he felt somewhat resentful, but after seeing the Crown Prince's fate, he felt that all his efforts were a joke.
Even the Crown Prince, whom the Emperor favored most, was deprived of power by Prince Chen. He himself had worked hard for many years, but was still deceived by his own elder brother. All he had done over the years was to benefit others. What was the point of doing so much?
He used to be ambitious, thinking he could also compete for the throne, but after that incident, he saw himself clearly. He was deceived by Prince Lin for so long without realizing it. Thinking about all those things afterward, he was really angry.
During that period, he was quite depressed for a long time, and then he completely let go of that obsession.
If he can't even distinguish between good and bad people around him, how can he possibly govern the court and rule a region?
"So what if you know? Do you also want to use me?"
After these thoughts flashed through his mind, Prince Jing glanced at her with some impatience, thinking that this person was really boring. How could she bring up such an unlucky thing at this time?
"Tch, Your Highness is overthinking it. To me, Your Highness has no use whatsoever."
He Jiuniang rolled her eyes, wondering where his confidence came from.
"Then why are you bringing this up?"
"It's nothing. I'm just curious how you feel after being used as a pawn all these years. Are you very angry? Have you gone to seek revenge on Prince Lin?"
Prince Jing: ? ? ?
As they were talking, He Jiuniang had already grabbed a duck head and was gnawing on it. Duck head with melon, absolutely delicious.
"Why are you eating mine? If you want more, just have the servants prepare some for you!"
Prince Jing quickly protected the plate in front of him, determined not to give He Jiuniang a second chance.
"What's yours? Look carefully, whose house is this?"
He Jiuniang was displeased, so she pressed down and took another one, showing it off in her hand.
Prince Jing was completely powerless to fight back. Looking at the two duck heads in her hands, he gritted his teeth in anger.
He was a man who had led troops into battle and considered himself quite skilled, but in front of He Jiuniang, he was repeatedly overwhelmed and unable to fight back.
"You...how could you..."
He naturally knew that He Jiuniang had single-handedly wiped out many assassins in the Lin Prince's mansion, but that was just hearsay. After all, the incident that night was dealt with quickly, leaving little evidence. He only knew a little about it and thought it was just something those people made up, so he didn't take it seriously.
But after these few encounters, he truly realized that this woman was extraordinary.
Are you wondering how I'm better than you?
He Jiuniang seemed to know everything, like a tapeworm in his stomach.
She continued, "It's nothing, I've always been this good."
Prince Jing: ...I'm truly impressed by this sixth son!
"I heard you've been behaving quite well lately. What, want to be a carefree prince?"
He Jiuniang had already started gnawing on the duck head, her face full of gossip, not at all feeling that her question was offensive.
Prince Jing didn't want to pay any attention to her, but faced with her eagerness to learn, and thinking that since he learned Lin Yiping's true identity, there had been no one around him to listen to his innermost thoughts, he was actually a little tempted to chat with her after being provoked by He Jiuniang.
"What do you know? Even the Crown Prince's power has been diminished. No matter how ambitious I am, it's all in vain. Besides, I misjudged people, so how can I talk about revenge?"
As he spoke, Prince Jing drank his milk tea with the same boldness as he drank alcohol. After taking a sip, he wasn't satisfied and asked, "Is there any wine?"
"I have wine, do you have a story?"
He Jiuniang stared intently at him, her appetite for gossip never waning.
Prince Jing didn't speak, so He Jiuniang took it as a tacit agreement and ordered wine.
To let him vent his frustrations, He Jiuniang had a large wine bowl used so he could drink more freely.
Prince Jing looked at the bowl in front of him, which was bigger than his head: ...
He wanted to drink, not die.
"Let's get started!"
As He Jiuniang spoke, she instructed the servants to prepare some more snacks and bring them over.
Prince Jing then began to recount events from a long time ago.
At that time, Prince Jing was just a boy of about ten years old. He was dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse. He felt that his father favored the crown prince and he was not convinced. He wanted to use his own strength to prove to his father that he was no worse than the crown prince.
But no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't compare to Prince Chen over the years. Prince Chen was the one who was suppressed by his father, but he still had the highest prestige. Yet he didn't think he was inferior and kept competing with himself.
But ultimately, he couldn't compare. He was brave but lacked strategy, and over the years he hadn't accomplished much; instead, he had been doing all the work for others.
He was instantly discouraged because the person he trusted most had taken advantage of him for so many years.
I think being a carefree prince is pretty good; without a heart or expectations, there are naturally no disappointments.
It is said that men do not easily shed tears, but Prince Jing cried uncontrollably in front of his mortal enemy, He Jiuniang.
Even when she had a good relationship with Lin Yiping, she never showed such a vulnerable side.
Seeing him crying so sadly, He Jiuniang gnawed on a huge pile of bones.
When Lu Baichuan returned, he saw this scene.
When he first arrived home, he heard from the servants that Prince Jing had come. He was worried that his wife would be bullied, but now it seems that someone else is being bullied.
Especially since Prince Jing still had injuries on his face, his crying was particularly... comical.
Fortunately, when he returned, Prince Jing had almost finished crying. Upon seeing Lu Baichuan, he quickly wiped away his tears, but because he had drunk too much, his mind was a little slow.
"You... how did you get here?"
He looked at Lu Baichuan with a questioning expression.
Lu Baichuan frowned and replied, "Is there a problem with me returning to my own home?"
"Oh right, no problem..."
Prince Jing nodded thoughtfully and beckoned to Lu Baichuan, "Come, come, let's drink together!"
Lu Baichuan was confused and was about to ask his wife what was going on when he saw her waving at him and saying, "Eat some melon first, I'll tell you in a bit."
Lu Baichuan nodded and sat down, skillfully breaking open a duck's head...
Prince Jing blinked, puzzled: "What melon? I want some too."
He Jiuniang: ...
Lu Baichuan: ...
He Jiuniang changed the subject: "What kind of melon it is doesn't matter. What matters is that I can show you a clear path. Do you want to hear it?"
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