The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 168 Xia, I'm very jealous of you.

If a few days ago, Xia Yurong in front of Jiang Jinshuang was a high and mighty, unattainable white lotus and snow moon.

Now, the woman Jingmo was holding had disheveled hair, tattered clothes, and even her face was covered in dirt.

Jingmo frowned after just one glance.

Even though he was on the border of Wan Jin, Jing Mo had heard about Xia Yu Rong's affairs.

I heard that Xia Wenbin of the Xia family has submitted to the Prince of Changping. A few days ago, when the Prince of Changping sneaked back to Baiyujing and wanted to command the Black Armor Cavalry, Xia Wenbin also followed him.

It is said that the soldiers of the Black Armored Cavalry pierced his intestines with a single spear thrust and cleaved his body in two.

The manner of their deaths was gruesome.

In these turbulent times, several ministers in the court, lacking resolve, listened to the persuasion of the Prince of Changping and submitted to Jiang Zeyi.

Now that the dust has settled, and the victors are remembered as kings and the losers as villains, the fate of those court officials is self-evident.

Even before their entourage entered the capital, the emperor's decree was issued, and the Xia family's residence was sealed off, with all property deeds confiscated.

The servants of the Xia family either fled or died.

Jingmo never expected that Xia Yurong would actually be able to escape from the Xia residence.

It seems they're preparing to flee the capital?
Jingmo had an impression of this Miss Xia Yurong.

If there's any other woman in the entire city of Chang'an who could possibly have a relationship with her master, it would probably be Miss Xia Yurong.

Jingmo had been by his master's side for nearly three years, and even without making a deliberate inquiry, he could sense that this Miss Xia was using his master's power and status to build relationships and gain influence.

To put it bluntly, if Xia Yurong hadn't relied on the reputation of her superiors, she wouldn't have been able to thrive so much in the circles of noble ladies in the capital.

The adults should be aware of this, but he seems to have tacitly approved of her actions and rarely pays attention to her affairs.

This seemed to give Xia Yurong the illusion that she was pushing her luck.

Now, the man sits high in the sedan chair, while she kneels beneath it, frantically kowtowing and begging for help: "Brother Pei! Brother Pei, save me! Brother Pei, you must save me!"

"Yu Rong was bewitched by the Prince of Changping, which caused her to lose her composure for a moment. Brother Pei, I can't die! You won't let me die, right!?"

She knelt before the magnificent and noble procession, crawling forward on her hands and feet, trying to grab the beam of Pei Du's carriage.

Before she could get any closer, Jingmo grabbed her clothes with one hand and pulled her to the ground!
“My lord,” noticing the gazes cast upon him by the surrounding crowd, Jingmo clasped his hands in a fist salute and frowned, “I will take her to see the officials!”

"Brother Pei! Brother Pei, save me! I need to see the officials! They'll take me to the brothel! I don't want to serve those people!!"

He cried for help at the top of his lungs.

The scene was one of utter disarray.

Her skirt and clothes were covered in mud, just like when Jiang Jinshuang first met her, she was also in a disheveled and wretched state.

Years later, it all seems like a fleeting dream.

She remains the same fearful and starving refugee on Chang'an Street, unchanged.

Finally, amidst hysterical screams, a slender, fair hand lifted the carriage curtain, revealing the intricate and exquisite auspicious cloud patterns on the hem of the garment.

"She said I should protect you, or she would blame me."

The man's voice was clear and indifferent, showing no emotion whatsoever.

Upon hearing this, Xia Yurong seemed to be silenced by someone. She stared wide-eyed at the man above with a blank and frightened expression.

The curtains were not fully drawn, only his boots and the hem of his coat were visible.

The intricate patterns on the curtains signify the owner's prestigious status.

She said you are timid, cautious, and fragile, but also innocent, gentle, and kind.

She said you are thoughtful, but you are used to living under someone else's roof and need more care and love.

The man's voice was quiet and indifferent, utterly calm.

“Xia, I’m very jealous of you.”

"She left without saying a word to me, but told me to protect you."

Xia Yurong stared wide-eyed in astonishment, her gaze towards the carriage filled with disbelief, confusion, and panic.

"How heartbroken she would be if she knew that the person she was protecting had become like this."

In an instant, it was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Xia Yurong's ears.

It was only later that Xia Yurong seemed to realize something.

He is not an impartial, virtuous person.

It wasn't that he had any tacit understanding or unspoken feelings for her.

He never even bothered to say much to her. He said, "Ms. Xia, I'm very jealous of you."

He said she would be very sad if she found out.

—He is by no means a gentle breeze or a bright moon, nor is he exceptionally handsome.

He is biased, despicable, and insatiably jealous.

The only thing that protected her was a single, albeit subtle, instruction from someone she might not have even taken to heart.

Thinking of this, Xia Yurong gave a pale smile, her eyes filled with confusion.

It seems she was wrong.

It was wrong from beginning to end.

She glanced at her side; the sword at Jingmo's waist was pitch black.

Without further hesitation, Xia Yurong drew the sword from Jingmo's waist—

"laugh--"

The curtains slowly fell.

Inside the carriage, the man's voice was cold and indifferent, as if he hadn't seen the bloodstains all over the ground.

"Let's go."

Jingmo slowly came to his senses: "Yes."
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Jiang Jinshuang's bones were broken in several places.

Even the slightest movement causes a sharp pain.

Because she had been knocked unconscious several times, Jiang Jinshuang hadn't kept track of time for several days.

—I have no idea how much time has passed outside.

Jiang Jinshuang tried to regain some of her senses by moving her fingers, hoping the pain would bring her back to her senses.

The air was thick with the smell of rust, and Jiang Jinshuang's eyes were blurred as if covered by a layer of blood mist.

Her head was spinning, and a constant buzzing sound filled her ears, as if it were about to engulf her.

She lay on the straw mat, her red dress already soaked in blood, and as the blood dried, it congealed into horrifying bloodstains.

My consciousness is somewhat blurred.

In a daze, she inexplicably remembered that a long time ago, if she was injured, her uncle, Prince Ruiyang, would see her and his eyes would redden and tears would start to fall.

A grown man in his thirties can cry so fiercely. Jiang Jinshuang was clearly hurt, yet she still had to spare the time to comfort him.

"Uncle Wang, these are all minor injuries. Look, they've all been bandaged up."

She always says that.

For her, everything except death was a minor injury.

What was Uncle Wang's reply to her back then?

He said……

He said.

"My Shuang'er is so good, if Uncle Wang is no longer here, who will care for you?"

Uncle Wang, I don't need anyone else's pity.

Jiang Jinshuang never felt that she was pitiful.

I never thought I would make anyone feel sorry for me.

There are many people in the world who suffer, and the fact that she is alive is already a blessing.

"Click-clack-"

It seemed as if water droplets were falling on Jiang Jinshuang's face.

Jiang Jinshuang moved her eyelids and opened her eyes with difficulty.

Hearing is recovered after the fact.

She seemed to hear Jingmo's panicked voice.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, don't be afraid! The lord has sent me to rescue you!"

Who?
Who to save?

Oh, it seems to be... Pei Du?