Her guards

Chapter 174 Wei Jiao's Dinner

"Captain."

A woman in embroidered robes stood before the table and couldn't help but call out softly.

Wei Jiao, who was sitting with her knees bent and leaning back in the chair, glanced at him as she tapped her knees with her uninjured hand.

Xiuyi reminded them, "Let's eat, it's getting cold."

Wei Jiao sneered: "What do you want to eat?"

He pointed to a bowl of porridge and several small dishes on the table.

"Is this stuff for human consumption? We've been given medicine all day, and now we're eating this stuff at night?"

Xiuyi hurriedly explained, "This was prepared according to the imperial physicians' requirements... There's meat in the porridge, and the vegetables are fresh."

And this is what I've always eaten.

Oh, the difference is that Miss Yang's food used to be on the table.

Miss Yang's meal was quite lavish.

Miss Yang hasn't come all day...

It must be that the captain tore up the information about General Gao Yang and didn't show it to Miss Yang, which made her angry.

Xiuyi muttered to herself.

Wei Jiao looked at the empty desk and sneered.

That bastard isn't angry; he's clearly not coming because he can't get any useful information from me.

It's better if they don't come.

Heartless and cruel.

Wei Jiao looked at the food on the table and continued tapping his knees.

"Captain, please eat something," Xiuyi urged again.

Wei Jiao said lazily, "I won't starve to death even if I don't eat for a day or two."

But now that he's recovering from his injury, the embroidered women are anxious but dare not urge him. Wei Jiao has an eccentric personality, and they don't know which word or action will trigger his illness. So, the embroidered women are usually silent and expressionless.

Suddenly, Xiu Yi's ears twitched, and the next moment, she heard light footsteps outside.

"Miss Yang, please wait a moment—Miss Yang is here—"

As before, the eunuchs seemed to be coming in to announce her arrival, but Miss Yang ignored them and walked straight in.

This time, before Miss Yang could even push the door open herself, Xiu Yi stepped forward and opened it with a beaming smile: "Miss Yang has arrived."

Mo Zheng walked in carrying a food box and a bundle, and was slightly surprised, seemingly startled by Xiu Yi's enthusiasm, which was usually nonexistent.

Wei Jiao leaned back in her chair with a faint smile on her face.

"What brings the princess here?" he asked.

"This is something the princess sent you," Mo Zheng said with a smile, placing the small bundle on the table and opening it to reveal a box containing precious mountain delicacies.

Upon seeing the royal insignia above, Wei Jiao slightly curled his lip.

Without Wei Jiao saying a word, Xiu Yi stepped forward, picked it up, and casually tossed it aside. Mo Zheng saw that there were still boxes of various sizes piled up there, exuding the fragrance of medicine.

It must have been delivered by someone from the Wei family today.

“You’re luckier than me,” Mo Zheng said with a sigh. “Your family at least came to bring you tonics and show their concern. Look at my uncle and cousin, they came empty-handed but with a lot of lectures.”

Wei Jiao nodded: "Yes, I'm luckier than you." Then she said with a smile, "Miss Yang, now that you've finished speaking, get out of here. Don't bring your bad luck here. My injuries have healed a lot since you last came."

Mo Zheng, however, seemed not to have heard him swearing.

“You have family members visiting today, and so do I,” she said softly. “Ah Sheng still has to go to the capital to report to His Majesty on my behalf.”

Was she explaining this to him? Wei Jiao clicked his tongue: "Miss Yang, you don't need to worry about such a small matter. Your people are out there every day."

Mo Zheng had already told Wei Jiao about Zhang Shengyou and his wife, so she didn't care and ignored Wei Jiao's words. She said to Xiu Yi beside her, "I'm sorry for delaying the Commandant's meal. It's cold. Take it away and make some new ones."

Embroidered-clad woman happily agreed, picked up the porridge and dishes, and left. Only after she went outside did she realize that the captain hadn't given any instructions yet...

A cold laugh came from inside the room.

"...Make a new one? How long am I supposed to starve? Miss Yang, I'm seriously injured, and it was because of you that I was injured..."

Although Wei Jiao's words were infuriating, he did not stop Xiu Yi.

Immediately, Miss Yang's cheerful voice came through.

"...Don't worry, don't worry, I had Ah Sheng bring back some dishes from the restaurants in the city, they're already heated up."

"...I specifically asked the imperial physician, and they said these are all foods you can eat."

Xiu Yi breathed a sigh of relief, her heart, which had been in suspense all day, finally settled down. She carried the cooled porridge and dishes away with light steps.

……

.......
Four hot dishes were placed on the table, which didn't seem like a lot.

Wei Jiao remained leaning against the back of the chair, tapping his knees, his smile gone.

Wei Jiao is always smiling. When she smiles, her eyes are hard to see through, but when she doesn't smile, her eyes are cold and deep.

However, Mo Zheng had probably figured out his temperament.

The more smiling someone is, the less human they are.

"Not smiling means you're normal." He said, looking at the woman opposite him, "You're the one who got His Majesty to order us to stop investigating General Gao Yang, aren't you? What benefits did your father promise you to make you forget your mother's death?"

Mo Zheng picked up her chopsticks, took some food, and said softly, "It's not that we're not going to investigate, but we shouldn't investigate too hastily. Although your Embroidered Robes are discreet, you are still too conspicuous. Marquis Yichun is also watching you."

He smiled after saying that.

"I have a good idea for Your Majesty. Just wait and see, you'll see soon enough."

"He'll find out then? Who does that bastard think he is?" Wei Jiao scoffed. "He'll find out in a few days."

He didn't say anything, but suddenly raised his hand, grabbed his chopsticks, and slapped them at Mo Zheng's chopsticks as she reached out to pick up some food.

With a thud, the piece of stewed duck that I had just picked up fell into the plate.

"You said it was food you brought for me, but you've been eating non-stop?" Wei Jiao said, then sneered, "Didn't your good father give you a good meal?"

"Wei Jiao." Mo Zheng didn't answer the question, her expression seemingly somewhat wistful. "What was your father like?"

Is this sadness?
Although she has acknowledged him as her father, the damage has already been done, and she is at a loss as to how to face him.
Because both he and she were abandoned by their fathers, she wanted to know how he viewed his father.

Wei Jiao leaned back in his chair, chopsticks in hand, and raised an eyebrow.

She previously said that whether or not she acknowledged it was none of her business and that she didn't care.

“My father wasn’t as capable as your father,” he said slowly. “He abandoned his wife and children and still couldn’t become emperor or gain the throne.”

Mo Zheng pondered for a moment: "My father came from a humble background and had no family to rely on. In order to gain the throne, he had many unavoidable circumstances. Your Wei family is so powerful, yet you still had to abandon your wives and children to survive. You are indeed not as capable as my father."

Wei Jiao laughed: "Indeed, your father is amazing. The daughter he abandoned actually took the initiative to feel sorry for him and didn't blame him at all."

Mo Zheng hurriedly explained, "It's not that I don't blame him, but he's the emperor. Being an emperor naturally comes with many constraints. Your father isn't the emperor. Since he's already met you, why did he send you to the capital? Father and son haven't seen each other for so many years..."

Wei Jiao pointed and said, "Get out!"

Mo Zheng seemed unhappy as well, and turned to walk out, almost bumping into Xiu Yi who was carrying in the freshly prepared meal.

“Miss Yang—” Xiuyi called out hurriedly.

Miss Yang ignored him and strode away, with the eunuchs and maids carrying lanterns hurrying after her, their figures drifting away like crystal-clear flowers in the night.

Already very good.

Over the years, apart from Princess Heicheng, no woman has been able to speak with the Commandant.

Miss Yang is not the same as Princess Heisei.

When it came to Princess Heisei, it was the captain who took the initiative to approach her, while with Miss Yang, it was Miss Yang who came and went as she pleased.

Although the captain has driven Miss Yang away, if the captain doesn't want her to, Miss Yang won't be able to get in at all.

Xiuyi looked into the room and saw Wei Jiao still sitting lazily, tapping his knees all day while holding chopsticks and slowly eating the dishes on the table.

A smile still lingered on his lips.

It wasn't the kind of laugh that sends chills down your spine; it was... a normal person's laugh.

The imperial physicians were right after all; Miss Yang was able to appease the captain.

"Captain," the woman in embroidery said lightly, setting out the freshly prepared meat porridge and side dishes. "The food is ready."

Wei Jiao ignored him and didn't let him throw away the food. Xiu Yi quietly retreated.

The things he said just now were probably not meant to compare himself to his father, but rather to make excuses for forgiving the emperor and getting closer to him.

That scoundrel is cunning and ruthless; even his close relationship with the emperor is only to achieve his own ends.

As for the emperor, she will definitely use his guilt to control him.

Wei Jiao pursed his lips.

Why did she say such silly things?
I also brought him groceries I bought outside.

He picked up a bite of food and chewed it slowly.

In fact, it made no difference to him what kind of food he ate.

He ate everything since he was a child, which ruined his sense of taste and damaged his stomach. All the delicacies in the world tasted like cardboard to him.

Wei Jiao raised an eyebrow again.

Got it, this bastard came to comfort him.

It's not good to say it directly, so I'll use these silly words to change the subject.

It's like saying that if you shielded me from an arrow, it proves that you are better than me, or that if you don't recover from your injury, you won't be as good as me in the future.

Ha, he's not stupid. She's willing to talk about it, but he just doesn't call her out on it.

Wei Jiao smiled and picked up the hot porridge next to him, taking a big gulp.

……

……

"How about it?"

Seeing Mo Zheng return, Yang Luo hurriedly asked in a low voice.

Mo Zheng shook her head and looked in the direction where Wei Jiao was.

“I can’t get any information from just a few words, and I can’t ask too many questions. I’ll just start a conversation.” She said with a gentle smile, “Take it slow. I’ll always be by Wei Jiao’s side.”

If it really was Wei Cui, he would never have imagined that the little prince he was looking for was right next to his son, watching them.