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

Chapter 88 The very obedient young master Yanjue~
Si Beihuan actually has a pretty bad temper.

It's easy to imagine that the Si family of Jiangnan held a position equivalent to that of the late emperor. As the head of the Si family, Si Beihuan possessed wealth and power that no one could even imagine.

Having reached such a high position, Si Beihuan had seen all sorts of people and things.

Ordinary people, no matter what tricks they play or what ulterior motives they have, will not gain any advantage under his command.

But Jiang Jinshuang is different.

She wouldn't deliberately try to please or curry favor with Si Beihuan. On the contrary, she would always make him angry and make faces at him. She seemed well-behaved on the surface, but actually she had a lot of bad intentions in her heart!

"Hmph, that's only because she's my son's sweetheart. Why should I show favoritism to that wicked little princess!"

Qian Yao coughed lightly and said seriously, "Master, you don't know, since Her Highness the Princess returned to the capital, many people have wanted to kick her while she's down because she's fallen out of favor!"

Si Beihuan entered the princess's residence, originally eager to see his beloved son.

Hearing Qian Yao say this, he paused slightly, frowned at him, and asked, "Which family is tired of living and gossiping like this?"

"Alas, our prince is pitiful. He was once so respected and noble, but now he is trampled underfoot by thousands of people. He must be heartbroken."

"She is the future matriarch of the Si family in Jiangnan!" Si Beihuan's voice rose several decibels as he retorted in a booming voice, "Anyone who tramples on her is slapping the face of the Si family in Jiangnan!"

"That's what I think too, but as you know, Your Highness has made quite a few enemies in the past, and everyone is waiting to see you make a fool of yourself."

Upon hearing this, Si Beihuan's eyes widened: "She...she may have been a bit of a scoundrel back then, but she didn't cause any real trouble, did she? Besides, that little princess seems quite delicate and spoiled, not at all as awful as they say."

The way he said that made it sound as if he wasn't the one whose neck was held by the princess's knife when he arrived in the capital.

As he spoke, Si Beihuan muttered uncertainly, "Maybe, maybe it's just a frame-up by those people!"

Qian Yao: "..."

And you say you're not being biased...?

Their hearts are completely biased towards the princess!
Before Qian Yao could say anything more, Si Beihuan seemed to remember something important. He frowned and asked him in a deep voice, "Will the little princess also attend the welcoming banquet for the Prince of Changping tomorrow?"

"Yes, His Majesty specifically requested that Your Highness go."

Upon hearing this, Si Beihuan narrowed his eyes and chuckled, as if he had made up his mind.

Coming to his senses, he asked Qianyao again, "Where is your young master?"

"Oh, sir, please come with me. The young master is in the side hall."

After a pause, Qian Yao carefully spoke, "By the way, Master, Her Highness has just fallen asleep. Should we wake her up to see you?"

Si Beihuan's thick, sword-like eyebrows furrowed again.

"Are you stupid? You know the way, so just lead me to see Si Ning. Why are you waking her up?"

"She just came back from the ancestral hall. She spent seven days copying scriptures. That dilapidated ancestral hall is drafty all year round. There might not even be a place to sleep. She finally fell asleep. Are you going to coax her back to sleep if you wake her up?"

He walked along cursing, and Si Beihuan kept nagging.

"That emperor was heartless. Did he really think the imperial ancestral hall was some kind of nice place? It's freezing in winter and scorching in summer, a real waste!"

"No matter how bad Princess Zhaoming is, she is still his own daughter. How can anyone let her stay in that place!"

"And this dilapidated princess's residence isn't even as grand as Yong'an Prefecture. I'll have a few skilled craftsmen draw up some blueprints to make this princess's residence more pleasing to the eye!"

"Besides, that little princess has returned to Chang'an from Baiyujing. The clothes she wears every day are all styles that were fashionable last year. Doesn't the princess's residence have enough salary to buy her clothes?"

"Si Ning is such a stubborn person. Her sweetheart is always wearing old clothes, why doesn't she buy her a few new outfits? Anyone who didn't know better would think that the future mistress of the Si family in Jiangnan is so careless!"

"..."

Qian Yao saw through it but didn't say anything, so he just lowered his head and listened to Si Beihuan's complaints with a bow and scrape.

He realized that his master was all bark and no bite.

In no time at all, Si Beihuan had already instructed him to notify the Si family's tailor shop in Chang'an to rush to make new clothes for Jiang Jinshuang.

After hearing that Jiang Jinshuang had fallen asleep in the main hall, Si Beihuan even lowered his voice to complain, speaking to Qian Yao in a low voice as if afraid of waking her up.

Jiang Jinshuang, who was fast asleep in the main hall, knew nothing of these things.

……

I slept until midnight.

When Jiang Jinshuang woke up again, she could still feel the gentle breeze in front of her bed.

The fanning force was slightly weaker, as if worried she might catch a cold. Jiang Jinshuang groggily opened her eyes and saw Yan Jue diligently fanning her from the bedside.

Jiang Jinshuang chuckled.

"Young Master Yanjue, aren't your hands tired?"

He seemed a little confused as to why Jiang Jinshuang asked him that, but he still answered seriously, "It's not sour."

Jiang Jinshuang smiled and waved her hand. Yan Jue understood and stopped what she was doing.

"Did I fan you badly?" He frowned and asked seriously.

Jiang Jinshuang laughed uncontrollably, teasing him deliberately, "Yes, if you didn't fan me well, how should I punish you?"

Yan Jue put the fan back in its place, looked down at her, his gaze unchanged: "Do you want me to be punished with a cane?"

When he said this, his tone showed no sign of grievance, or even any emotion.

If I had to describe it, it would be like asking someone who has nothing to do with him.

Jiang Jinshuang laughed until her cheeks hurt: "Yanjue, I just woke up, I don't have the strength to hit you with the board."

Upon hearing this, Yan Jue frowned, seemingly pondering the matter seriously.

half an hour.

He then said, "I can do it myself."

Jiang Jinshuang: "..."

She wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, her eyebrows curving as she looked at the cold-looking man in front of her: "Yan Jue, why don't you resist?"

Yan Jue pursed her lips: "Should I resist?"

He was still asking her opinion.

—They're so obedient!

Jiang Jinshuang smiled helplessly: "Yanjue, you're so obedient. What would you do if I asked you to jump into a fire pit?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Jue's eyes showed a rare hint of bewilderment.

Seeing this, Jiang Jinshuang secretly rejoiced.

There is still help.

Just as she was about to say something more, she heard Yan Jue slowly speak.

"I'm not smart, so I don't quite understand what this question means."

After a pause, Yan Jue looked down at her with a serious yet bewildered expression, his cold eyes filled with suppressed iciness: "Why do you think that my life is comparable to your orders?"

I don't understand the secrets of inkstone making.

In his view, since she gave such an order, he was naturally obligated to obey unconditionally.

This question is meaningless.

It doesn't even constitute a choice.

He didn't quite understand why she would ask that question.

Jiang Jinshuang was stunned for a moment, and the smile on her face froze.

There were no candles lit in the room, only wisps of cool breeze brushing against Jiang Jinshuang's hair.

for a long time.

In the darkness, Jiang Jinshuang chuckled softly and spoke gently.

"The secret of inkstone making, I'll tell you."

"If one day I order you to leave, you must obey my order and turn around and leave without hesitation, okay?"

The secret of inkstone writing remains unsolved.

But he still nodded: "Okay."
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The next morning, Chun Tao came to report, both amused and exasperated: "Your Highness, um... Lord Si Bei Huan has brought you something."

(End of this chapter)