Amidst the murmurs and whispers of the court officials, Ji Fengming pushed Shang Xiye out of the Golden Palace.
Just now in court, the Emperor not only bestowed upon Ji Chenhai the title of Marquis of Anping and granted him a mansion, but also granted his and his son's request to receive a salary without working. Although Shang Xiye did not openly favor the father and son, Ji Chenhai and Ji Fengming were not fools; they could see that the Emperor's quick agreement was all because of him.
Therefore, the Ji family father and son's attitude towards Shang Xiye improved considerably.
After Wuying took over, Ji Fengming asked with concern, "Brother-in-law, you seem a bit absent-minded today. Is it because that girl Fengyao is causing a ruckus?"
Mentioning Ji Fengyao and recalling what happened that morning, Shang Xiye's face quickly showed embarrassment, and he vehemently denied it: "That's not true!"
Having said that, he urged Wuying to leave quickly with a look in his eyes.
Ji Chenhai and Ji Fengming looked at each other, noticing his dejected expression.
"Father, do you think we should remind my sister not to torment her husband too much? Look how exhausted he is, all listless and listless." Ji Fengming rarely reflected on things from a perspective other than Ji Fengyao's.
Ji Chenhai remained silent for a long while, then said, "Perhaps he himself lacks self-control?"
Upon hearing this, the young eunuch stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. He stared at the departing figures of the Ji family father and son with a resentful expression.
Are bandits really so shameless that they can drive around anytime, anywhere, without warning?
Can't you please have some sympathy for these poor fathers-in-law?!
Early in the morning, in the Prince's Mansion, there were four places where teacups had been smashed: two pavilions, two courtyards, and two halls.
The prince actually stayed at Hui Nuan Pavilion last night!
Mi Jiang'er was so angry that her body trembled. She had been in the Prince's mansion for three years.
In those three years, the number of times the prince ate with her could be counted on one hand.
The emperor sent her to monitor the Ninth Prince, but she was truly in love with him and thought of him in everything she did. She even did her best to cover for him in front of the emperor's men. In terms of appearance, character, and talent, in what way was she inferior to that bandit?
And what did she get in return?!
He would rather be with that bandit than give up even a sliver of her tenderness.
Mi Jiang'er's unprotected fingernails dug deep into her palm, and the bright red blood stained the handkerchief she was tightly clutching in her hand.
Lan Xin cleaned up the broken teacups on the floor, then turned and saw the blood-stained handkerchief. She quickly came over and gently pried open Mi Jiang'er's hand, saying with heartache, "Madam, no matter how angry you are, you can't hurt yourself. You've endured so much hardship to achieve this peace. If others see this, they'll start to worry."
"Others might have a lot of suspicions, but why wouldn't the Prince feel sorry for me?" Mi Jiang'er looked at Diancui with a bitter smile: "Even you know that the Prince never gives me a second glance. Whether I hurt myself or not, or where I am hurt, what does it matter?"
Lan Xin, who was closest to Mi Jiang'er, knew her heartache and gently comforted her, "Madam, please don't say that. The Prince treats not only you this way, but every concubine in the mansion does. The Prince said he stayed at Hui Nuan Pavilion last night, but I heard that he left in a rage this morning."
"Oh?" Mi Jiang'er perked up a bit upon hearing this: "Tell me quickly, how exactly did the Prince get angry?"
"I can't say for sure, but I heard that the prince suddenly roared in his room this morning, and then the guards pushed him out of Hui Nuan Pavilion. After the prince left, it is said that there was no further movement in Hui Nuan Pavilion for two hours."
After hearing the news that Diancui had inquired about, Mi Jiang'er was lost in thought for a moment before regaining her usual composure and said, "Don't leave things unsaid in the future."
"This servant understands," Lan Xin curtsied, then asked curiously, "Madam, what exactly did that person from Hui Nuan Pavilion do to make the Prince so angry so early in the morning?"
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