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

Chapter 79 Me and Him: Who's in Charge?

If Pei Du's eyes were like a vast and boundless deep night sky...

Zhao Yungui's eyes were more like a calm lake surface, without the slightest ripple.

Just because of the sudden light, a hint of panic flashed in Zhao Yungui's beautiful eyes!
His eyes widened, his gaze like that of a startled deer.

"what you do!"

In his panic, his first reaction was not to cover his face with the veil again, but to subconsciously take a few steps back and distance himself from Jiang Jinshuang.

Jiang Jinshuang laughed even more happily.

She raised her eyebrows: "Your Excellency, why don't you consult the Heavenly Dao—"

The girl was flamboyant and unrestrained, her eyes darting wildly: "Between him and me, who gets to decide?"

Zhao Yungui frowned slightly, his cold eyes were incredibly handsome.

Jiang Jinshuang stood up and looked at him with a smile: "Grand Preceptor, is the me you see the same as the me in your heart?"

Zhao Yungui pursed his lips, seemingly annoyed, then turned away with a flick of his sleeve, refusing to reply.

Jiang Jinshuang remained calm and composed, humming a little tune in a good mood as she turned and went down the mountain.

After the girl had gone far away, Zhao Yun turned around and looked at the tea leaf divination image that had been flipped over.

A dead end can be turned into a lifeline through bloodshed.

A miraculous escape from a desperate situation.
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For several days in a row, Jiang Jinshuang had been copying scriptures at the ancestral hall.

In the past few days, waves of people have come to the ancestral hall to assassinate Zhao Yungui.

Fortunately, Xiao Zhengze was always by his side, and Zhao Yun returned unharmed.

On this day, Jiang Jinshuang was still copying scriptures in the ancestral hall when she heard footsteps outside the door.

Jingmo is here.

When Jiang Jinshuang saw Jingmo, she was also stunned for a moment and didn't react immediately.

"I have met His Highness."

Jingmo respectfully clasped his hands in a fist salute to Jiang Jinshuang.

Jiang Jinshuang frowned: "Lord Jingmo, what are you doing here?"

Upon hearing this, Jingmo removed the sealed tube from the back, opened the lid, and took out a stack of papers from the tube.

"Your Highness, this is what my master asked me to give you."

Jiang Jinshuang frowned and took it, puzzled.

When she saw the contents of the Xuan paper, her pupils constricted slightly.

—It was the scriptures she was punished to copy.

In the past, Jiang Jinshuang was often punished by the emperor to write. She couldn't calm down, so she would always hand over the task of writing to Pei Du.

Pei Du's imitation of her handwriting was so skillful that even she herself couldn't recognize it.

Just like the scriptures on this stack of papers.

Every stroke, every dot, is a habit of hers.

“My master said that Your Highness was punished because he was at fault first, and he should share some of the blame.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang sneered, "Then I must thank your master for his kindness."

Jingmo knew that Jiang Jinshuang was still angry with her master, so she just chuckled dryly and didn't argue back.

"Uh, does Your Highness have any message for me to convey to the Master?" Jingmo asked again.

Jiang Jinshuang is the kind of person who acts innocent after getting a good deal.

She calmly accepted the copies, her smile forced: "Then please convey to the Grand Secretary that since he has been suspended for half a month, he should reflect on his actions in the cabinet."

“Huh? Yes…” Jingmo paused for a moment, then lowered his head to acknowledge.

Before they had even left, another person arrived at the ancestral hall.

Xiao Zhengze frowned unhappily and walked into the ancestral hall.

Upon seeing Zhengze, Jiang Jinshuang's eyes lit up: "Little Master Zhengze? What are you doing here?"

Jingmo had heard of the personal sword attendant of the Grand Preceptor.

He bowed slightly to Zhengze, saying, "Greetings, Lord Zhengze."

Zhengze saw Jingmo, his voice still carrying the clear, youthful tone: "Who are you?"

"I am Jingmo, a guard at Wenshan Pavilion." I've never heard of him.

Zhengze ignored him and reluctantly walked to Jiang Jinshuang's side, took out a few pieces of paper from his sleeve, and handed them to Jiang Jinshuang: "Here."

The voice was also awkward.

Jiang Jinshuang blinked and took it.

—It is Zhao Yungui's handwriting, a copy of the scriptures.

But this time, when Jiang Jinshuang saw the contents of the scripture, she couldn't laugh anymore.

"My lords, was it pre-arranged when you copied the scriptures? Why are you sending the same Buddhist scripture?"

Does that mean she can only use one copy?
What a waste! It's such a waste!

Upon hearing this, Zhengze's little face became even more displeased: "You wicked woman, it's not enough to enslave the Grand Preceptor, you even enslave others to help you with your punishment of copying texts!"

They were indignant, as if they really disapproved of what she did!
Jiang Jinshuang was both amused and exasperated: "Young Master Zhengze, your Imperial Advisor has already agreed to write it for me, why are you so unhappy?"

Zhengze, hands on hips, said, "You only keep enslaving the Grand Preceptor because he's easygoing and has a good temper!"

After a pause, Zhengze shouted, "I don't care! Since the Grand Preceptor wrote it, you have to use his, and you're not allowed to use anyone else's!"

Jiang Jinshuang struggled to copy the two identical documents, though the handwriting was vastly different.

Seeing this, Jingmo stepped forward and said, "Lord Zhengze, there is a proper order to things. I was the one who handed the copy to His Highness first."

Zhengze's little face was all puffed up with anger: "What do you mean by first come, first served! If we're talking about first come, first served, my master has been staying at the Star Gazing Platform these past few days, isn't that much closer than your Wenshan Pavilion!"

That's not how you calculate it.

Jingmo scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

Jiang Jinshuang waved her hand: "Alright, Lord Jingmo, it's getting late, you should go back now."

Jingmo opened his mouth, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

In the end, he simply bowed and turned to leave.

Zhengze crossed his arms and said, "You bad woman, if you don't use the copy the Grand Preceptor gave you, I'm never talking to you again!"

Jiang Jinshuang raised her chin: "Young Master Zhengze, you're so fierce, I'd love for you to ignore me."

Upon hearing this, Zhengze's eyes flashed with panic, and he said hurriedly, "I... I won't call you a bad woman anymore!"

Jiang Jinshuang smiled and said, "That's it?"

"What else do you want? Let me tell you, if you fail to live up to the Grand Preceptor's good intentions, he will never help you copy scriptures again!"

Jiang Jinshuang remained unmoved.

Zhengze panicked even more, his small face turning bright red: "What...what else do you want?"

Jiang Jinshuang smiled and said, "Call me 'pretty sister' and let me hear it~"

Upon hearing this, Zhengze's big eyes widened, like two grapes: "Utterly absurd! I... I don't have a sister!"

"Oh." Jiang Jinshuang put away the Xuan paper expressionlessly, turned around and prepared to return to the ancestral hall.

"Sister, sister!"

Jiang Jinshuang did not turn around.

"Pretty sister! Pretty sister, alright!" After calling out from behind, Xiao Zhengze threatened fiercely, "I've already called you that, if you still don't use the Grand Preceptor's scriptures, I'll go and complain to the Grand Preceptor about you!"

After saying that, Xiao Zhengze turned around and left with a flick of his sleeve.

Jiang Jinshuang watched the little boy's departing figure, feeling relaxed and cheerful.
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Wenshan Pavilion, study.

In late spring, the peach blossoms in many places have fallen.

Even in the vase on a man's desk, one can still find the most beautiful peach blossom branches, which he tends to daily.

He paused slightly while writing the sutra, without looking up: "Is the Grand Preceptor also in the ancestral hall?"

Jingmo replied, "Yes, it seems that he has been staying at the Observatory for some time."

“Hmm,” the man continued, picking up his pen, “you may leave now.”

Jingmo did not refund.

He scratched his head and cautiously asked, "Sir, would you like to send a different copy of the scripture?"

Jingmo worried that if the princess didn't choose her master's copy of the same scripture, all her efforts would be in vain.

The man had clear, bright eyes, and his tone remained unchanged: "No need, she'll choose mine."

(End of this chapter)