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

Chapter 87 You are actually biased towards Her Highness the Princess

It seems that things shouldn't go too smoothly for you.

After returning to the capital from the ancestral hall, Jiang Jinshuang angered the emperor and confronted Pei Du. Now, Si Ning's heart ailment can also be cured.

Heaven must be afraid that she will become complacent.

—This is Xia Yurong's retribution.

Jiang Jinshuang rubbed her temples: "I won't see you."

Why would she want to make things difficult for herself?
Chun Tao hesitated for a moment and said, "Xia Yurong said that if His Highness does not see her, she will kneel and wait outside the mansion."

Threaten her?
Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang chuckled and said, "Then let her kneel. As a young lady of the Xia family, it is only right for her to kneel before me."

Chun Tao was still worried about Jiang Jinshuang: "Your Highness, you have just returned from the ancestral hall. If Xia Yurong does this, won't you be the subject of gossip and ridicule behind your back?"

Jiang Jinshuang smiled indifferently and ruffled Chuntao's hair: "Hasn't your prince been talked about enough? It's not like he'll lose a piece of flesh, so let them say what they want."

Upon hearing this, Chun Tao nodded and then withdrew.

Si Ning has relieved Jiang Jinshuang of a worry. Once his heart ailment is cured, she will be able to safely send Si Ning back to Jiangnan!
Qianyao was overjoyed. After settling Si Ning in, he excitedly returned to Yong'an Prefecture to report the news to his master.

Jiang Jinshuang didn't stop him. The burden that had weighed on the Si family of Jiangnan for twenty years could now be relieved in one day, so it's no wonder that Qian Yao was so happy.

Jiang Jinshuang hadn't slept well since returning from the ancestral hall, but now that she had all her worries gone, she was quite sleepy.

He instructed Chun Tao to let her know if Si Beihuan arrived, and to discuss the rest after she woke up.

Chuntao agreed to all of them.

Upon returning to her bedchamber, Jiang Jinshuang, having exhausted all her strength, lay comfortably on the bed.

She closed her eyes, wanting to sleep for a while.

Jiang Jinshuang was very vigilant; even when she was asleep, she would always be aware of the movements around her.

She heard footsteps coming from inside the room.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled helplessly, but simply turned over comfortably, saying lazily, "Yanjue, come and fan me, I'm hot."

The dark figure who had been standing in the outer room paused, then put down the broken sword, lifted the curtain separating the outer and inner rooms, and stepped into front of Jiang Jinshuang's bed.

He always exuded a cold aura, and he couldn't really feel hot or cold regardless of the season.

He silently took a small round fan from the cabinet next to him, stood by her bed, and silently fanned her.

The small round fan was embroidered with a tiny blue kite, fluffy and like a lively snowball.

The fan, which Jiang Jinshuang usually held in his hand, seemed rather small, but now, in his large hand, it appeared even more restrained.

The small, brightly colored round fan contrasted somewhat with the man's tall figure.

If someone else saw this scene, they would probably find it somewhat bizarre and comical.

But Yan Jue didn't care about any of that. He just kept quiet and diligently fanned Jiang Jinshuang.

Summer is almost here.

Jiang Jinshuang is somewhat sensitive to heat.

The fan brought a refreshing breeze, and Jiang Jinshuang felt comfortable again, her brows and eyes relaxing: "Fan properly, don't be lazy, or you'll get a beating."

He's like a spoiled brat who doesn't care about anything.

Yan Jue, standing by the bed, listened intently, fanning himself, and gave a soft "hmm".

Obedient and docile, like a tamed vicious dog.

Yan Jue has always had excellent hearing.

He twitched his ears slightly and heard crying coming from outside the princess's residence.

—It's that woman surnamed Xia.

He narrowed his eyes, his eyelashes drooping to conceal the emotions in them.

Jiang Jinshuang was clearly facing away from Yan Jue, but she slowly said, "You are not allowed to have any thoughts of killing me."

As if his intentions had been exposed, Yan Jue lowered his head, said "Oh," and continued to fan her.

Without even looking, he casually grabbed whatever was at hand and knocked down the wooden stick that was propping up the window.

The windows shut out the crying outside, and the room fell silent again.

……

"Master! Master, please slow down, don't rush!"

Qian Yao guessed that Si Beihuan would be very happy after he told him the good news. But he never expected that his master would get so excited that he could hardly keep up with him!

Qian Yao hurried after Si Beihuan and they arrived at the Princess's residence together.

Si Beihuan was overjoyed. On the way here, he kept asking Qian Yao, "Are you telling the truth? Is there really a cure for my son's heart ailment?"

"Did His Highness really bring the Sage of Medicine to treat my son's illness?"

"Why are you walking so slowly! Hurry up, hurry up!"

"..." Along the way, Qianyao answered this question helplessly many times.

Until they reached the outside of the princess's residence.

Si Beihuan stopped.

Outside the princess's residence, a woman dressed exquisitely knelt, weeping and pleading with the gate. She held a handkerchief in her hand, her tears falling like raindrops, a pitiful sight to behold.

Many people gathered around, and upon seeing the scene, they couldn't help but point and whisper among themselves.

Si Beihuan frowned, his tone becoming more serious, and asked Qian Yao beside him, "What's going on?"

When Qian Yao saw Xia Yurong, his eyes turned cold: "This is the young lady of the Xia family. She insisted on seeing Her Highness the Princess. When Her Highness refused to see her, she knelt outside the door, trying to embarrass Her Highness."

Although Si Beihuan was missing his right arm, he looked very dignified and robust, exuding the air of a family head.

Hearing Qian Yao say this, Si Beihuan's eyes darkened: "What kind of blind fools dare to gravitate towards the princess's residence?"

If you get closer, you can hear it more clearly.

Xia Yurong knelt outside the princess's residence, her voice trembling as she sobbed, "Your Highness, Yurong knows she was wrong. Please, Your Highness, for the sake of our past relationship, see Yurong and hear my explanation..."

The surrounding people, upon hearing this, all pointed and whispered, "Look at her, look at her! This Princess Zhaoming is truly despicable!"

"That's right! It's really outrageous to let the young lady of the Xia family kneel here!"

"Hmph, Princess Zhaoming is probably jealous that Miss Xia has gained the favor of the Grand Secretary and wants to teach her a lesson!"

"Who can disagree! A princess of a nation, yet she has such a petty mind!"

"..."

Si Beihuan, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore.

He frowned, his eyes sharp, and walked calmly and authoritatively to the center of the crowd.

In an instant, the whispering crowd fell silent.

Xia Yurong's crying stopped instantly. She looked at the newcomer with tears in her eyes, looking very pitiful.

Unfortunately, Si Beihuan wasn't buying it.

He merely glanced at her coldly, his tone indifferent and stern as he looked down at her: "Stop making noise, cut out your tongue."

"Yes."

Qian Yao's eyes were cold as he drew his sword from his waist and walked towards Xia Yurong.

Everyone had never seen anything like this before, and they scattered like birds and beasts in an instant!
Xia Yurong's eyes widened, thinking she had misheard. She hurriedly stood up and took a few steps back: "Who...who are you? Do you know who I am? How dare you commit violence in the street!"

These words were spoken to Si Beihuan.

Upon hearing this, Si Beihuan scoffed coldly, his expression unchanged: "I don't care who you are. Crying and wailing outside the princess's residence is bad luck."

Xia Yurong focused her gaze, biting her lip slightly as she explained, "I only wish to see His Highness. Please, sir, make an exception!"

Xia Yurong was a young lady from a respectable family, so naturally she didn't recognize Si Beihuan, who hadn't been to the capital for a long time.

As if he had heard a joke, Si Beihuan sneered: "What do you think the Princess's residence is? And who is Princess Zhaoming? Someone you can just see whenever you want?"

"Your Highness and I are old acquaintances, and Your Highness recognizes me!" Xia Yurong hurriedly defended herself.

Si Beihuan lost his patience: "If you dare to cry again, I'll cut out your tongue and send it to the Xia residence, so that Xia Wenbin, that blind fool, will swallow it!"

Si Beihuan has survived a sea of ​​blood; what kind of ferocity hasn't he seen?

With just these one sentence, Xia Yurong was so frightened that her face turned pale. She didn't dare to cry out, and she didn't even dare to breathe loudly!

Si Beihuan then snorted coldly and turned to enter the princess's residence.

Qian Yao followed beside Si Beihuan, a smile playing on his lips.

Seeing this, Si Beihuan muttered somewhat awkwardly, "What are you laughing at?"

Qian Yao said, "Master, you actually favor the princess, don't you?"