"But the princess is acting very strangely today."
Once the floodgates opened, he couldn't stop talking. He plopped down on an empty chair next to him and began to chatter on and on.
"I remember it clearly; in the past, the princess would always ignore or deafen our general when she saw him."
It's one thing to invite the general to sit with us in front of so many people today, but to speak up for us is another.
Those words were so beautifully spoken; I was deeply moved when I heard them from afar. Oh, and the princess even helped the general up later!
"Oh my God!"
He slapped his thigh hard with his deadly hand, his expression exaggeratedly animated:
"Today has truly been an eye-opener for me. Six years! A full six years!"
In the past six years, I haven't seen a single girl dare to approach the general, let alone have any physical contact with him.
The more he talked, the more excited he became. He turned to Zhuihun and asked, "Hey Zhuihun, what do you think our princess is trying to do?"
Trying to win over our general? Or has she secretly harbored feelings for him for a long time and finally mustered the courage to confess her love... Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!
The child clutched its throbbing head, groaning in pain, but immediately shut its incessant chatter upon recognizing its master.
They didn't dare sit there so casually anymore, and stood up quickly to pick up the folded paper that had fallen to the ground.
Then, he eagerly delivered it to Xiao Ji, his expression sheepish as he pretended to slap himself in apology and fawn over him, saying:
"Your subordinate knows he was wrong. General, you know I just can't shake this habit of having a sharp tongue."
You are a magnanimous person and don't hold grudges. If I were wrong, what girl in the world would dare to like you?
"If that woman existed, she must have eaten the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard, otherwise there's absolutely no way she would!"
Soul Chaser glanced at Deadly Fool like he was an idiot. "Does this brainless guy even listen to what he's saying? Is he even speaking human language?"
But the princess helped the general? How did she help him, and when did it happen? How come he didn't see it?
What happens after you help her? Does it turn out like those love stories in those picture books on the market, where they're instantly smitten and fall head over heels for each other?
Xiao Ji: "Go and investigate when the princess learned martial arts and from whom."
That was the end of that conversation.
have to,
Knowing without further thought that it was hopeless, Zhuihun put aside his chaotic thoughts, cupped his hands, and accepted the order: "Your subordinate will take care of it immediately."
As Zhuihun left the study, he didn't forget to drag Duoming, the gossipy one, away before he left.
The study returned to tranquility.
Xiao Ji picked up another folded book and opened it. Although it was filled with densely packed words, the image of a woman kept flashing before his eyes.
When he spoke those words with such conviction in front of everyone, when he smiled and waved familiarly at me under the moonlight...
Twice, when he swung his sword without hesitation, his killing intent palpable, and when he abandoned his usual gloomy, easily angered demeanor, displaying a bright, alluring smile and becoming unrestrained and arrogant...
...
...
Xiao Ji closed the unfolded document, leaned back in his chair with his burly body, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath in an attempt to clear his mind.
Unfortunately, even after a long time, the images of the woman still lingered in my mind.
Even that bright and beautiful face became clearer, as if she were right in front of me.
She continued to stare at him with those eyes that clearly showed her ulterior motives, her red lips moving as she addressed him as "General Xiao."
Xiao Ji opened his eyes, his sexy Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and the stagnant waters that had always been dormant in the deepest part of his heart began to surge.
A deep, resonant sound filled the quiet study, a sound of both approval and admiration:
"Qingyan's number one beauty, is indeed beautiful."
Meanwhile, at the Princess's residence.
The vast white jade bath was shrouded in wisps of steam, and the surface of the comfortably warm water was covered with delicate, floating flower petals.
Shang Changge closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, enjoying the pleasure of being served a bath by several maids.
"Princess."
Qingyao walked in, softly calling Shang Changge's name while glancing at Shang Changge's left shoulder.
Upon spotting the two familiar, alluring red moles on his master's left shoulder, the heavy weight in his heart finally lifted, and his tone became much lighter.
"The two assassins have woken up, but no matter how I torture them, I can't get them to talk."
They clearly came with a death wish. Do you think we should continue the torture?
Shang Changge: "It's alright, no need to investigate."
Shang Changge already knew perfectly well who had sent him, and didn't even lift an eyelid.
"Go tell them that I don't care who sent them and I have no interest in knowing."
When you accompany me to the palace to meet the Emperor tomorrow, just insist to him that the Wen family sent them.
She can't touch the old emperor yet, but she can touch the Wen family. It's uncertain whether Jing Xiuming might suddenly turn against her.
Therefore, it would be safer to pin more charges on the Wen family, and she believed that the old emperor would be happy with this outcome.
After all, there has to be a scapegoat and an explanation for her assassination attempt tonight.
Qingyao: "Will they... be willing to cooperate with us?"
It's normal for Qingyao to have such questions because she doesn't know the stakes involved.
Shang Changge: "Yes."
"Of course, if Qingyao is still worried, she can say something to threaten them."
For example, assassinating a princess meant certain death either way, but if the emperor ordered suicide, at least the princess would have a complete body.
If you don't obediently cooperate, things might not go as planned; you might be missing something before you die, like your genitals.
The maids who were carefully attending to Shang Changge's bath trembled, quite frightened by these words.
Shang Changge opened her eyes, puzzled: "What are you afraid of? You don't have that thing on you."
The maids were even more frightened and hurriedly knelt down by the bath: "Princess, spare us! Princess, spare us!"
Shang Changge: ...Is she some kind of demon or monster?
Qingyao was unsurprised and scolded the maids, telling them to get up and continue serving their mistress during her bath.
Just before he was about to take his leave, Shang Changge called him back. Against the backdrop of the misty spray, Shang Changge looked as beautiful as a bewitching fairy.
Her beautiful, bright eyes, however, were filled with a wicked sense of humor and ill intent.
"After you've finished your business, go to Mingxuan Palace again and ask Jing Xiuming if the things I requested are ready. Oh, and by the way..."
Tell him that if he and I go to the palace to see the Emperor tomorrow, he will be executed for the crime of conspiring with Consort Wen to harm me.
"If you don't want to die, leave those letters behind and take advantage of the darkness to pack your small bundle and escape with your men. There's still time."
Qingyao: "Yes."
Once she confirmed that the princess was indeed a princess, Qingyao resumed her previous unwavering loyalty.
I never ask questions I shouldn't, and I just do whatever my master tells me to do.
Night passes in the blink of an eye.
The next morning, Shang Changge appeared in a magnificent emerald green dress.
Seeing Jing Xiuming waiting at the gate of the mansion early in the morning, waiting to enter the palace with her, she teased him.
"It seems that Doctor Jing is not afraid of death."
This surprised her a bit. Last night, she had Qingyao remove all the people, both overt and covert, around Mingxuan Palace.
I thought Jing Xiuming had run away under the cover of night long ago, but he's still here.
Jing Xiuming's clothing style and aesthetic seem to match his appearance; the robe he's wearing today...
Whether it's the color, the style, or the embroidery on the robe, it all belongs to the style of a refined and gentle gentleman.
Shang Changge is different.
From the hair ornaments adorning her hair to the embroidered shoes she wore, Shang Changge exuded an air of ostentatious wealth and glamour.
Just one glance,
Jing Xiuming quickly lowered his eyes, concealing the inexplicable surge of emotions within them.
His voice was unusually hoarse, as if he hadn't slept all night.
"It's not that I'm not afraid of death, but if I don't go with the princess, things won't go so smoothly for her."
He owed her so much, more than just a life.
Shang Changge didn't say anything more, not even giving Qingyao a second glance. He took Qingyao's arm and stepped into the carriage.
She had already given Jing Xiuming a chance to escape, but he refused.
The weather in the capital is great today; the sky is blue, the sun is shining, and the air is fresh.
The carriage procession was still very long, and with Qingyao's call, it steadily made its way towards the palace.
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