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

Chapter 76 Royal families have always been heartless~
Jiang Jinshuang was slightly taken aback.

It's not that I care, I just find it troublesome.

Since being banished from the capital three years ago for offending the emperor, Jiang Jinshuang has grown accustomed to being alone and doesn't like getting involved in trouble.

She doesn't like anyone standing up for her when she gets hurt.

That would be a very troublesome matter for Jiang Jinshuang.

And now, Pei Du is this kind of "trouble".

Even though Pei Du was injured, Jiang Jinshuang felt little guilt.

She didn't answer immediately, which, in He Weijing's eyes, seemed more like a tacit agreement.

He shifted his gaze slightly, speaking in a cold voice with little concern: "That's true, you've admired him for quite some time now."

"what?"

Jiang Jinshuang slightly raised her eyes and looked at He Weijing, who had a cold expression on his face.

She frowned, her eyes filled with even more inquiry: "Mr. He, haven't we met somewhere before?"

Why was he so familiar with her, to the point that it made her feel uncomfortable?

He Weijing raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression seemed rather unpleasant upon hearing Jiang Jinshuang's question.

He was very tall with a beautiful chin, so when he raised his chin, you could see the smooth lines and contours of the man.

He Weijing has a cool and aloof appearance. Even if he just stands there without saying a word, he gives people the feeling of being aloof, arrogant, and unapproachable.

Having witnessed countless deaths and injuries, the doctor seemed to look at everyone with a detached gaze.

"Then tell me yourself, where have we met before?"

Instead, he asked her calmly, without showing any embarrassment at being exposed.

Now it was Jiang Jinshuang's turn to feel uncomfortable.

She blinked, touched her chin, and carefully examined the tall, handsome man in front of her.

Jiang Jinshuang naturally recognized this Mr. He.

That was only because of Prince Ruiyang's uncle; otherwise, he should not have been seen by anyone else.

Moreover, even if she knew He Weijing, it was impossible for He Weijing to know her.

His now-familiar conversation with her was so natural that it made her feel somewhat dazed.

After squinting at it for a while, Jiang Jinshuang sighed in frustration: "Mr. He, can you give me a hint?"

He Weijing was displeased.

He gave a haughty snort and shifted his gaze away from her.

"As expected, royalty has always been cold-hearted."

Jiang Jinshuang: "..."

The way you're saying this makes it sound like she's some heartless woman who abandoned her wife and children.

Without saying anything more, He Weijing took out a medicine bottle from somewhere and tossed it to Jiang Jinshuang.

"Take one whenever you have free time."

Jiang Jinshuang glanced at the crystal-clear medicine bottle in her hand, and when she looked up again, He Weijing had already turned and left.

Watching He Weijing's retreating figure, Jiang Jinshuang hurriedly asked, "Mr. He, what kind of medicine is this?"

"It benefits qi and strengthens the body's foundation."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang didn't hesitate and poured out one and put it in her mouth.

The cool, sweet taste spreads and melts on the tip of the tongue.

Although the pills had a medicinal fragrance, they didn't have the bitterness of herbs. Instead, they had a cool, sweet osmanthus flavor that made them surprisingly easy to swallow.

Jiang Jinshuang's eyes lit up.

Sweet.

She really dislikes bitter tastes.

Even the tea soup must be drunk a third time to remove the bitterness.

However, she rarely fussed over such trivial matters. Even if she took bitter medicine or drank bitter tea, it was nothing more than a slight frown.

To her utter surprise, the pills He Weijing gave her were actually sweet.
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Jiang Jinshuang is going to stay at the royal ancestral hall for seven days.

This punishment was much lighter than Jiang Jinshuang had expected.

Outside the capital city, at the imperial ancestral hall, Jiang Jinshuang entrusted Si Ning with a series of trivial matters before her departure.

With the inkstone manual at the princess's residence, she wasn't worried about any mistakes.

This wasn't the first time Jiang Jinshuang had been punished by being sent to the imperial ancestral hall to copy texts. When the carriage left the city gate and arrived at the ancestral hall, Jiang Jinshuang, accompanied by Chuntao, got out of the carriage with practiced ease.

She was punished by the Emperor to come here to copy scriptures after he cut off the arm of the Vice Minister of War in the street.

For a country, enacting new legislation is like cutting away rotten flesh from a person and letting it grow back.

The process of cutting away flesh is excruciatingly painful, and legislative reform is also extremely difficult.

Just like back then, countless veteran officials and former subordinates knelt in the imperial court, threatening to kill themselves, demanding that the emperor rescind his decree.

The emperor cannot be a sword that cuts down everything, and the crown prince must not lose the hearts of his subjects.

—So Jiang Jinshuang stepped forward.

Holding a sword, she severed the arm of the leading old minister, giving the court officials a warning and a threat.

Perhaps the emperor will remember their past relationship and not interfere.

But Jiang Jinshuang wouldn't.

Therefore, after the Vice Minister of War withdrew from the court, the process of legislative reform finally went smoothly.

Therefore, His Majesty only gave her a minor punishment for killing the Vice Minister of War, punishing her with eighty strokes of the cane to appease the public.

As a princess, she bore the brunt of the anger and curses of all her subjects.

Jiang Jinshuang didn't seem to care much about these things.

As her thoughts returned, Jiang Jinshuang looked at the solemn yet somewhat desolate royal ancestral hall before her and sighed helplessly.

Jiang Jinshuang had never liked copying Buddhist scriptures and verses, and she was going to have to stay in this kind of place for another seven days.

Chun Tao, carrying her luggage, followed behind Jiang Jinshuang: "Your Highness, is there anyone else in this ancestral hall besides the servants and maids who clean and sweep it on a daily basis?"

Jiang Jinshuang recalled, "It should be gone. In the past, people from the Imperial Observatory would occasionally come to the observatory here to observe the celestial phenomena at night, but now they rarely set foot here."

Chuntao is a little timid.

She shrank her neck, followed behind Jiang Jinshuang, and nodded vigorously.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled reassuringly and took the luggage from Chun Tao's hands: "Let's go, I'll take you to find a place to stay first."

"it is good."

Princess Zhaoming, Jiang Jinshuang, was already universally disliked. Now that she had been punished and brought to this ancestral hall, most of the servants and maids avoided her.

Fortunately, Jiang Jinshuang was quite familiar with the place. He led Chun Tao to a private room, and after putting down their luggage, Chun Tao rolled up her sleeves and began cleaning.

"Chuntao, you can rest after you finish cleaning. I have to go to the ancestral hall to copy scriptures."

Upon hearing this, Chun Tao hurriedly said, "Your Highness, this servant will go with you."

The ancestral hall contains the memorial tablets of Wan Jin's ancestors throughout history.

Knowing that Chun Tao was timid, Jiang Jinshuang smiled and waved her hand, "No need, you rest first, I'll be back later."

"OK then……"

……

Mossy traces climb the steps, green grass enters the curtain.

Walking down the stone steps adorned with spring colors, Jiang Jinshuang entered the ancestral hall.

To make copying easier, Jiang Jinshuang tied her long hair up in a bun and secured it with a hairpin.

The wide sleeves of her robe were a bit cumbersome, so Jiang Jinshuang found a loop to tie them up, making her look much more neat.

Candles and sandalwood were lit in the ancestral hall. Occasionally, one or two maids would sweep the floor with a damp cloth and then quietly leave.

Jiang Jinshuang didn't find anything eerie about it.

—Those memorial tablets weren't as eerie as the scriptures she copied and sent out.

Half of the incense in the ancestral hall had burned out, and Jiang Jinshuang moved her wrists a few times because her hands were sore.

Sometimes she felt that she was quite strange. Her hands could wield knives and guns without shaking at all, but when she copied things for a long time, her handwriting became crooked and messy, which was even more unpleasant.

Jiang Jinshuang had only been writing for a short while when she started to drift off into thought.

Looking left and right, my thoughts wandered.

The changes to the ancestral hall are not significant compared to before; it has only been a few years since then, but it now appears even more ancient, solemn, and dignified.

Then, Jiang Jinshuang began to lie on the table and draw turtles.

After finishing the drawing with a few strokes, Jiang Jinshuang licked her lips, pondering whether to draw a crown for the turtle.

"Your Highness is lost in thought."

A clear, cold voice came from above Jiang Jinshuang's head. Jiang Jinshuang looked in the direction of the voice and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)