Her guards

Chapter 177 Wei Jiao's Questioning

Outside the palace, guards stood at attention, and palace maids and eunuchs escorted Miss Yang and her maid out.

Just as Miss Yang got into the carriage and the maid was about to follow, Wei Jiao strode out from the palace, pushed the maid aside, and sat down first.

The maidservant stamped her foot outside the carriage: "Miss!" She then tried to call for the guards standing around, "Guards! Guards! Drag him down—"

Although the one on the other was a Captain of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the one on this was just a maid, the guards stepped forward without hesitation, determined to drag Wei Jiao out of the carriage.

"It doesn't matter."

The young lady's voice came from inside the car.

"Ah Sheng, you sit outside the carriage. Your senior brother is going to study today too."

The guards stepped back at the sound, and the maid stopped talking, sitting outside the carriage with a long face. The carriage slowly moved forward, with countless hidden eyes following it all around.

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"Senior brother, look at this interior, it's so luxurious and comfortable," Mo Zheng said enthusiastically from inside the car. "Your car should be decorated like this too."

Wei Jiao looked at her coldly: "Is this the brilliant idea you came up with for your father, the Emperor? To establish your title of princess by slandering the Emperor and Miss Yang's reputation?"

He then smiled.

"That's right. The dead are dead, so the living should focus on getting what they want first."

He was mocking Miss Yang for forgetting her mother's revenge and only wanting to be a princess. Mo Zheng smiled and said, "Although you underestimate me, I still want to thank you for your concern."

How could he possibly care about her? Wei Jiao stared wide-eyed.

Mo Zheng didn't give him a chance to speak.

“This was not my idea for His Majesty,” she said softly. “I would not do it; obtaining the title of princess is not my goal.”

He said and frowned.

"Who did this, Marquis Yichun?"

Before Wei Jiao could reply, Mo Zheng shook her head again.

"That wouldn't be right. If we did that, the emperor might actually acknowledge me in a fit of anger, which wouldn't be good for Marquis Yichun."

"Who could that be?"

"The only people who know my true identity are the Emperor's family, the Empress's family, and my uncle."

"If it weren't for the attacks stemming from my identity..."

She looked at Wei Jiao again.

"Are you jealous that I live in the imperial palace? Are you jealous that I became the disciple of the chief priest?"

"Have I really become someone people hate?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Jiao scoffed, "You're not just hated, you're protected by others."

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman suddenly moved closer to him, her expression serious.

"Captain, I suspect Zhu Yunxiao wants to kill me."

Wei Jiao couldn't help but spit out a laugh.

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"I'm not joking. Unsolicited kindness is either a sign of ulterior motives or theft."

"I don't even know him, why would he stand up for me?"

"To provoke Chai Yuan in public like this, this isn't protecting me, this is trying to kill me!"

Mo Zheng looked serious.

"When Ah Sheng impersonated Liu Chan, he argued with Zhu Yunxiao and Jiang Rui. This person is narrow-minded, treacherous, and a beast in human form. He must be taking the opportunity to take revenge."

Wei Jiao scoffed again: "The talented and brave Earl, praised by everyone in the capital, has become a villain in your eyes. Miss Yang, you truly have extraordinary taste."

Mo Zheng looked wistful: "There are too many people in this world who are two-faced and wicked. Having a reputation and praise does not necessarily mean that a person is a good person." Then she looked at Wei Jiao, "Some people with bad reputations do not necessarily always harm others. For example, you have saved me twice, Senior Brother."

This bastard can use sweet words to deceive him anytime, anywhere. Wei Jiao sneered: "You really have bad taste, actually comparing me to others."

Mo Zheng quickly smiled and bowed, "It was my fault, please forgive me, senior brother."

Wei Jiao snorted coldly and ignored her, closing his eyes.

Mo Zheng tactfully said, "Senior brother, take a rest. You're not fully recovered yet, and the journey must have been tiring."

Wei Jiao ignored her and seemed to fall asleep instantly.

Mo Zheng didn't say anything more.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and Yang Luo leaned forward slightly to look, his eyes questioning.

Mo Zheng gave her a reassuring gesture.

Yang Luo nodded and lowered the carriage curtain.

Mo Zheng pulled a book from the bookshelf, opened it, looked at it for a moment, then seemed to remember something. She pulled the cloak next to her and draped it over her knees. At the same time, seemingly unintentionally, she flicked the cloak so that the tail fell onto half of Wei Jiao's body.

Although the car was warm, it would be better if it were even warmer for someone recovering from an injury.

Wei Jiao seemed to be fast asleep and didn't notice anything. He didn't lift his cloak, but when Mo Zheng lowered his head to read, the corner of his mouth twitched.

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"Yang Luo is here!"

"They still came in the royal carriages of the imperial palace."

When the imperial carriages came into view, the maids responsible for gathering information hurried back to the school to tell everyone. Their initial curiosity, surprise, and confusion had now turned into anger and disgust.

unacceptable!

Don't you know there are all sorts of rumors going around?
Wouldn't that make everyone lose face?
"Yang Hui!" A young woman standing next to Yang Hui stood in front of her and hissed angrily in a low voice, "That Yang Luo is from the countryside and doesn't know any manners. Doesn't anyone in your family know anything? Why haven't you taken her home yet!"

When the rumors started, Yang Hui felt ashamed and asked her parents to bring the person back, but her parents scolded her instead.

"This is the Emperor's grace, don't be ungrateful!"

The brother, who had originally planned to go to the palace to teach his cousin a lesson, decided not to go.

“Little sister, are you silly?” he said to Yang Hui. “Wouldn’t it be a good thing if a concubine came out of our family?”

Yes, Yang Hui realized it too. If Yang Luo became an imperial concubine, then she would be a member of the imperial family!

Imperial relative Yang Hui arrogantly surveyed the young ladies who were criticizing her.

These people are just jealous!
“This is His Majesty’s decree. We will not disobey the decree precisely because we know the rules,” she said. “If anyone is to blame, it is Chai Wan’er for bullying Yang Luo and causing the horse to startle her and injure her.”

He smiled smugly again as he said this.

"Moreover, Prince Zhu also said that the nonsense you heard was Chai Wan'er slandering A Luo."

The expressions of those present became strange and complicated once again.

By the way, Prince Zhu actually got into a fight with Master Chai at the restaurant because of Yang Luo.

Why would Prince Zhu do this for Yang Luo?
Everyone's eyes searched for Jiang Rui's figure in the school.

"Miss Jiang didn't come; she said there were things to do at home," someone responded.

What happened at home? Did you have a fight with Zhu Yunxiao? Are you too ashamed to come to school?
Just then, the instructor walked in.

Class begins.

The companion girls hurriedly returned to their seats, but suddenly someone realized what was happening.

"Yang Luo hasn't come in yet."

"What, now even in class does she have to wait for her teacher?"

A low murmur rang out in the classroom.

The instructor coughed lightly: "Miss Yang has arrived. She's going to the chief priest's place first."

Did they go to the chief priest's place?

The female companions exchanged glances and inquiries.

The chief priest should probably get involved in the rumors now.

The disciples I've taught are so unruly and lack any sense of propriety; they deserve to be taught a lesson.

Princess Heisei, sitting in the front row, seemed oblivious to the earlier discussions and arguments in the hall, and lowered her eyes to read the book.

Besides teaching him a lesson, she also wanted to tell him that his disciple should never come to class with them again.

I've mispoken.

It's not telling, it's commanding.

She came here to study, but she was also a princess and a monarch.

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"Am I not a disciple? Can't I enter the library to read books?"

Wei Jiao sneered at Ling Yu, who was blocking the way in front of the covered walkway.

"Now that the master has new disciples, we old disciples are no longer needed?"

Ling Yu looked at him coldly: "His Majesty is in the library and wants to invite Miss Yang in to talk to the Chancellor. No one is allowed to enter."

His Majesty.

The emperor is here?

Mo Zheng and Yang Luo, who were stopped by a teacher outside the National Academy and told that the Grand Master of Ceremonies wanted to see her, were also taken aback.

Because Wei Jiao was in the car, the spies that Uncle Hong had arranged along the way did not send out any messages.

They really didn't know that.

Upon hearing the emperor's order, Wei Jiao stopped sneering, but pressed his hand to his chest: "Then what am I supposed to do? I'm injured, and it's freezing cold. Am I supposed to just wait outside?"

Lingyu reminded her, "You pressed the wrong spot; you injured your shoulder, not your heart."

Having said that, he ignored it and gestured to Mo Zheng.

"Let's go."

Mo Zheng responded with a "Yes," and turned to Yang Luo, saying "Let's go." The two followed Ling Yu toward the library.

Wei Jiao stopped following. As he approached the vicinity of the Imperial Academy, he sensed something was wrong. There were many more guards around. Sure enough, the emperor had arrived.

It's not surprising that the emperor came; he was just worried that his daughter would be humiliated, so he came to explain things to the chief priest.

Wei Jiao raised an eyebrow, but then frowned slightly as he watched the three people walking toward the library.

Three people.

The maidservant followed along.

Was it necessary for a maid to go along?

(End of this chapter)