Chapter 3: Come and sit down! ...
After Liu Ziye finished stating his request, he saw Ah Huan look up at him quickly in surprise. When he met his gaze, he immediately lowered his head and said respectfully, "Yes, Ah Huan will go and ask Mr. Du to come."
Watching the maid trotting away, Liu Ziye recalled the previous owner's actions. He had no doubt that this maid, Xiao Huan, was probably sending a message to Mr. Du while quickly summoning reinforcements.
Liu Ziye had already thought of her inner thoughts.
It’s incredible!
The young marquis wants to go to the prince's study?
The place he hated most in the entire mansion was the study! Could it be that after the prince passed away, the young marquis would burn the study down?
We would also like to invite Mr. Du, the chief secretary!
Perhaps he thought Mr. Du and the others were about to leave, and was deliberately teasing and humiliating them before they left?
As for who the reinforcements were, it seemed there was no one else besides the old housekeeper.
On the way to the study, Liu Ziye witnessed firsthand how dilapidated the palace, once owned by his father, had become. This dilapidated, gray, and gloomy mansion lacked the formality and grandeur expected of a princely residence.
In the entire mansion, the courtyard where she lived was the best in terms of both indoor furnishings and outdoor decoration.
As he walked, Liu Ziye realized that the old prince's study was extremely far from the original owner's bedroom!
I had a real sense of how much the original owner hated the study.
When she was finally led to the study, Mr. Du, the chief steward of the mansion, was already waiting at the study door ahead of her.
Seeing the young marquis dressed in a dandy outfit, he bowed nervously and said, "I, Du Hui, greet the Marquis of Xiguan."
Although he was no stranger to Liu Ziye, they each had a new identity. This was Liu Ziye's first meeting as a marquis, and his return to common citizenship, so the etiquette was naturally much more solemn.
Another thing that had to be admitted was that Du Hui had watched this ancestor grow up since he was a child. He knew exactly how mischievous he was and how much he looked down on everyone in their palace.
When the incident happened today, he was a white-clad official who had been dismissed from his official position and was excluded from the young marquis' bedroom.
But the story of the young marquis beheading Eunuch Liu with a single sword had already spread throughout the mansion.
The scene of Eunuch Liu, who had arrogantly dismissed him from his official position, being carried out of the young marquis's bedroom covered in blood and with stiff limbs, was too shocking.
At this moment, he was really scared facing this ancestor whose behavior pattern was completely unpredictable.
Liu Ziye noticed his nervousness, nodded casually, and motioned him to follow him into the study.
The walnut door was opened. Although this study was cleaned from time to time, more than three months had passed since the old prince passed away. The choking cold wind from outside rushed in, causing several pages of books to flip rustling, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall also swayed and swelled in the cold wind.
The bleak scene made Du Hui recall the scene when the old prince was still alive, discussing matters with the officials of the palace in this study.
Liu Ziye noticed a slight sigh behind him.
She had no feelings towards the palace or the old prince, and did not feel any sadness or grief at all. She entered the study, looked around, and immediately chose the seat that looked the most comfortable, sitting down calmly.
Du Hui felt a chill in his heart when he saw that the young marquis had no grief for his father.
Although Liu Ziye could not produce such emotions, he could see what Du Hui was thinking.
"Mr. Du, do you think that this Lord is unfilial, unfraternal, foolish, and hopeless?"
Hearing such direct and clear words expressing his thoughts, Du Hui's expression froze, and he quickly knelt down and saluted: "I dare not."
"Oh."
Liu Ziye snorted disapprovingly, and when Du Hui heard it, it was like a knife cutting into his heart.
Just as she was about to solemnly bow her head and ask for his forgiveness once again, she heard the Marquis change the subject and ask, "When will Mr. Du leave the mansion?"
Du Hui was terrified. He had originally planned not to stay any longer, so he packed his bags today and left tomorrow.
But at this moment I wasn't sure how to say it.
If he left too quickly, would the young marquis say he had no attachment to the palace and was eager to sever ties with it as soon as possible? If he stayed a few more days, would the young marquis, who had always disliked the palace officials, resent him for clinging to the palace and eating and using his food for free?
"This... I haven't made any plans yet. I just heard that the young marquis wanted to see me, and I wanted to take this opportunity to say goodbye to him in person. As for when to leave the mansion, I will leave it to the young marquis to decide."
It seems that this statement is quite good.
Du Hui felt that the atmosphere in the room eased slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Du, please come and sit down."
ah? ?
Du Hui looked up in disbelief.
Every time they meet, she pulls a few tufts of his hair and teases him, calling him a pedantic young marquis. But now she calls him "Sir" and invites him to sit over?
Liu Ziye was also speechless.
What sins had the original owner committed in the past that everyone in the family treated her like this?
That lousy system, didn't it say there was a point for the Emperor's Morality Points? She had to understand morality. Justice of action, justice of propriety, and the will of the people should all be considered part of morality.
Then she must start from the palace and win back the hearts of the people, right?
He deliberately treated the former official in the palace with courtesy. Perhaps, by doing this, he could not only get him to do what he wanted, but also win his heart, so that he would voluntarily stay and follow him.
Who knew it would turn out like this?
She wants to talk nicely, but it’s still not working, right?! ? ?
Liu Ziye put himself in the role and gave a straightforward order: "Come here and sit down!!!"
"Hey, okay!"
Du Hui stood up from the ground swiftly and sat down on the chair where he usually sat when he discussed matters with the King of Xiguan.
Liu Ziye ordered in a bad mood: "Grind it and write a memorial."
Hearing this, Du Hui widened his eyes again and looked at the impatient young marquis.
Still silent: Huh? ?
"What? I asked you to write a memorial!"
"Eunuch Liu, the eunuch sent by the Emperor to announce his decree, has died in our mansion. Those guards in Yanjing dare not do anything to me right now. After returning to the Xiguan Governor's Mansion, they will undoubtedly report today's events to Yanjing in detail. Am I to sit back and wait for them to file a complaint, and then have my uncle, the Emperor, punish me based on their one-sided story?"
That makes sense.
The logical words made Du Hui find himself again instantly.
He immediately straightened his back, lifted his sleeves and began to grind, thinking quickly about how to phrase it so as to minimize the guilt of the Marquis' Mansion.
Although the young marquis's sudden and reckless act of killing people did indeed intimidate the people from Yanjing, Du Hui did not think that the young marquis did anything wrong. In fact, without such a decisive action, the lives of everyone in the marquis' mansion would have been in danger.
However, beating a dog also depends on the owner.
What's more, these people were sent by the emperor himself.
This memorial must be written with the most sincere attitude to apologize to the emperor. After all, the young marquis is the emperor's nephew. If he can use the reason that they are both descendants of the Holy Ancestor's royal family and talk more about the Holy Ancestor's bravery in the past to arouse the emperor's thoughts of blood ties, and at the same time, the young marquis admits that he is naughty and is willing to listen to the admonitions and teachings of the emperor's uncle... and so on.
No matter what, we must let the emperor forgive the young marquis this time.
The moist inkstone gradually filled with glossy ink.
Du Hui had already made up his mind. He had thought about how to start writing, how to make the words look like painful reflection, how to express his deep fear and trepidation towards the emperor...
The tip of the pen was filled with thick ink, and Du Hui was about to write when he suddenly heard the voice of the young marquis from the other end of the desk.
"No plea."
"I will never admit my mistakes."
Du Hui paused:???
"Write down everything that Eunuch Liu did after arriving at the Xiguan Palace, no matter how big or small, in detail."
"Tell my dear uncle, the Emperor, how I, the legitimate grandson of the dignified Emperor Shengzu, was bullied by a eunuch and a slave, and how this eunuch Liu dared to plot to take the life of my royal bloodline without the Emperor's order."
As soon as Liu Ziye opened his mouth, Du Hui stared at him as if he had seen a ghost for the second time. He did not hide his extreme shock that the young marquis was going to personally teach the contents of the memorial.
Besides, you are already like this!
He also 'won't ask for mercy' and 'would never admit his mistakes'!
Didn’t even the old prince have to keep his tail between his legs and be extremely humble and submissive every time before he could get a chance to breathe?
Do you think that just because you are good-looking, you can be more powerful than the old prince?
Until he heard the last sentence.
A eunuch slave, even if you are a slave of the royal family, is ultimately just a slave.
And I, a servant, actually had the idea of taking the life of the youngest grandson of Emperor Shengzu.
Today, this servant dared to attack the impoverished Marquis of Xiguan. In the future, he will dare to target the royal bloodline of Yanjing.
What's more, once this kind of thing is opened, the bloodline of the Holy Ancestor can be killed by a slave. Where will the majesty of the bloodline and the sacred suppression of the bloodline be placed?
If such a thing is allowed to happen, can the emperor, who is of the same bloodline as the Holy Ancestor, really sit on the high throne?
Seeing that Du Hui understood the key, Liu Ziye subconsciously put on his signature smile again.
He added: "You may be throwing tantrums and making unreasonable demands with your words, but the fact that Eunuch Liu once wanted to take my life must be proven."
Although she knew that Eunuch Liu must have thought that she was dead before he dared to act so boldly.
But now she is alive, and the blame for this shit has to be firmly put on this unlucky father-in-law!
Du Hui was startled by the young marquis's laughter.
The young marquis was originally very handsome, but he was always very angry and looked down on people. He was not very smart, and his expression and eyes were dull and lifeless. He never knew how to control his facial expressions. No matter how good his appearance was, he could not withstand his hateful temperament.
But now, his entire facial features seemed to have changed from the inside out overnight.
His eyes are like pearls, with the corners of his eyes narrowed. His whole body exudes heroism and a sharp and captivating aura. Among thousands of soldiers and horses, he must be the most eye-catching one.
Among men, his appearance is absolutely top-notch, one in a million.
Even if he was placed among a group of women.
Can be more dazzling...
"Well... write it!"
"Mr. Du, did you not understand? If you don't understand, I will say it again!"
Liu Ziye didn't understand what Du Hui was thinking, but he felt a little comforted when he saw that he was no longer avoiding him like he did at the beginning, and finally dared to look up and talk to him.
I concluded to myself that it seems that people's hearts cannot be won by sweet words.
But it doesn’t have to take that long!!
People are almost going crazy looking at it!
"Oh, I understand. I'll write it down right away!"
Du Hui quickly stopped his random thoughts and carefully recalled what the young marquis had just said. After thinking for a moment, he began to pick up his pen and dip it in ink to write.
However, he quickly thought of something and raised his head again: "I have a suggestion, but I don't know if I should say it or not..."
Liu Ziye looked over and was not surprised that he would come up with an idea. He nodded and said, "Go ahead."
Du Hui calmed down and said calmly, "I suggest that we submit a separate memorial with the same content as the one submitted to the emperor, speaking in the tone of a younger brother to his elder brother, and submit it to the current crown prince."
Liu Ziye's eyes flashed.
It was true, she almost forgot about this cheap cousin.
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