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

Chapter 8 A Moment of Anger

Jiang Jinshuang just found it funny.

Indeed, when pursuing someone, you can't make a big fuss and let everyone know.

Otherwise, even just passing by his door would be seen as having ulterior motives.

Just how much does Pei Du hate her?

"I……"

"Young Master Jingmo, is Brother Pei at your residence?"

Before Jiang Jinshuang could say anything more, a charming female voice came from behind her.

Jiang Jinshuang didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.

Xia Yurong arrived at Wenshan Pavilion with a look of anxiety. As if she had just seen Jiang Jinshuang, she hurriedly bowed and said, "Ah, greetings, Your Highness."

Upon seeing Xia Yurong, a look of surprise flashed across Jingmo's face.

—Could it be that the "guest" the adult was referring to was Miss Xia?

His gaze swept over Xia Yurong and Jiang Jinshuang, respectively.

Jingmo felt that the "guest" was more likely to be Xia Yurong than Princess Zhaoming.

Jiang Jinshuang raised her eyebrows slightly, tilted her head back, and did not respond.

Xia Yurong seemed genuinely anxious, her eyes red as if she had been crying: "Young Master Jingmo, may I go see Brother Pei?"

After a pause, Xia Yurong continued, "My elder brother is injured and is currently unconscious. Brother Pei knows the imperial physician, and I would like to ask Brother Pei for help."

After explaining her purpose, Jingmo quickly stepped aside, saying, "Miss Xia, please come in. The master is already waiting for you at the mansion."

A flicker of surprise crossed Xia Yurong's eyes: "Brother Pei knew I was coming?"

"Yes, Miss Xia, please come in."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Young Master Jingmo."

As she spoke, Xia Yurong didn't even bow to Jiang Jinshuang again and entered Wenshan Pavilion without any hindrance.

Jiang Jinshuang watched Xia Yurong's retreating figure, her charm captivating.

Suddenly, I lost the will to explain.

"Your Highness, please return."

This is the third time Jingmo has asked someone to leave.

Jiang Jinshuang didn't linger. She scoffed and strode away.

……

In the study room.

Jingmo reported, "My lord, the guest you mentioned has arrived."

The man at the desk was copying scriptures.

A single thought of anger opens a million doors of obstacles.

Upon hearing Jingmo's words, Pei Du's fingers paused slightly.

He pursed his lips slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his long eyelashes trembled.

After a long while, he slowly raised his eyes, his voice clear, elegant, and aloof: "Hmm, just have her come to my study."

Upon hearing this, Jingmo's eyes widened, and he was even momentarily stunned.

—The master never lets anyone into his study.

Even if it's an acquaintance visiting, the adults will only have them wait in the main hall.

"Yes."

Although Jingmo had some doubts, he still respectfully responded and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment," the man at the desk said again.

"My lord, is there anything else you require?"

Pei Du had refined features, his robes flowed like clouds, and his soft, lustrous long hair cascaded over his shoulders, exuding a cool and noble air.

"Brew two cups of Snow Topped Green Tea, scalding hot, third brew."

Jingmo was stunned, surprised that the adult knew so much about Miss Xia Yurong!

That Snow-capped Green Tea was a famous tea that the adults had painstakingly collected when they were sent to the northern border.

It's usually kept on a shelf and never used.

"Yes, my subordinate will do it now."

Jingmo left the study.

The man at the desk lowered his eyes slightly, put down the brush in his hand, and straightened the hem of his robe at his feet.

He randomly picked up a book from the corner, opened it, and held it in his hand.

"Young lady, the master is in the study. Please come in."

Pei Du lowered his head, intently looking at the book in his hands. His knuckles, gripping the spine of the book, turned slightly white as he examined the lines of text.

The sound of the door opening came.

The fingers resting on the corner of the book curled up slightly.

He didn't look up, seemingly immersed in the vast sea of ​​books and literature.

This is the scene that Xia Yurong saw when she entered the study.

The man wore a dark blue cloak, and his black hair was gathered on one side of his shoulder.

He wore a sky-blue robe today, and the spring scenery was in full bloom, with bright red peach blossom embroidery adorning his chest.

—It was even more beautiful than springtime.

The man's face was serene and aloof; even with a slightly cold expression, he only exuded an air of asceticism and nobility.

Xia Yurong called out sweetly, "Brother Pei..."

Sandalwood incense was burning in the room.

Xia Yurong had never visited the mountain pavilion before, let alone entered Pei Du's study.

For some reason, she felt that the incense burner crackled the moment she spoke.

The sandalwood scent has faded.

Before she could react, the man in front of the desk had already raised his eyes, his gaze cold and indifferent as he looked at her.

—It's like the snow that never melts on the snow-capped mountains of the heavens.

Xia Yurong instinctively shrank her neck, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she softened her voice, making it even more alluring: "Brother Pei, Rong'er—"

"go out."

The man's voice was cold and deep, as calm as the boundless surface of water.

Xia Yurong's eyes widened: "Brother Pei... Brother Pei..."

"Get out." The tone was flat and emotionless, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

For some reason, Xia Yurong felt a shiver run through her body.

She immediately fell silent, bowed her head, and withdrew.

Just as Xia Yurong left the study, not far away, Jingmo walked over with a cup of freshly brewed tea.

Seeing her being kicked out, Jingmo looked puzzled: "Miss Xia, what happened to you...?"

"Jingmo, come in."

A man's cold, deep, and husky voice came from the study.

Although Jingmo was puzzled, he still carried the tea into the study.

Even after being away for just a short while, Jingmo felt that the temperature in the study seemed to have dropped a few degrees.

"My lord?" Jingmo called out cautiously.

The man, who was once tall and handsome, now had a cold gaze and an unreadable emotion.

He had already put down the book in his hand and asked in a deep voice, "Has anyone else come by?"

Jingmo was taken aback for a moment, then realized: "Isn't the master waiting for Miss Xia?"

The man's gaze swept over.

Jingmo hurriedly lowered his head and respectfully reported, "My lord, apart from Miss Xia, no one else has come today."

After a pause, as if remembering something, Jingmo cautiously added, "As for Princess Zhaoming, she just tried to come in, but don't worry, my lord, I have already turned her away."

silence.

The study was completely silent.

Even the orioles outside the window seemed to have fallen silent.

Jingmo lowered his head, looking somewhat lost.

—What's wrong with you today, sir?
If the person we're waiting for today isn't Miss Xia Yurong, then who could it be?
Apart from Miss Xia, no other guests came to visit.

Surely we can't be waiting for that Princess Zhaoming, can we?
I do not know how long it has been.

Jingmo felt his neck was almost numb from being pressed down for so long.

"Go and receive your punishment."

On the desk, the man spoke coldly, uttering only one sentence.

Jingmo never disobeyed his master's orders, so he cupped his hands in a salute and said, "Your subordinate obeys."
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Jiang Jinshuang finally waited for night to fall.

She changed into a long red dress and headed towards the largest Nanfeng Pavilion in the capital.

Nanfeng Pavilion was a famous brothel in the capital, but unlike other brothels, the "beauties" in Nanfeng Pavilion were all young and handsome men.

She received intelligence that the former deputy general of Prince Ruiyang was now in this Nanfeng Pavilion.

(End of this chapter)