Governor Sun lowered his head in dejection.
Yes, begging for mercy now is futile.
So even when the maid shouted, it didn't attract his attention at all.
Prince of Jin hadn't paid any attention at first, but when he heard a male voice say, "Zhu'er, Zhu'er, I'm here," he looked up.
A young couple embraced tightly.
Was it really just a love affair between a maid and a young master?
Song Jingyang was a little nervous.
Isn't this the same feeling that Xiao Pang and Xiao Mo had back then?
But in reality, the Prince of Jin didn't think that much about it; all he noticed was "Zhu'er".
He remembered his Tang Zhuzi.
The third young master of the Sun family said, "Zhu'er, are you scared? I'm not scared. Actually, I'm quite happy. I've always been so cowardly, afraid to tell everyone how I feel about you, but now it doesn't matter..."
The maid, called Zhu'er, hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face, calling out again and again, "Third Young Master, Third Young Master..."
This was originally something the Sun family would not tolerate, but now who cares about them?
Everyone was filled with anxiety and fear about their impending fate.
Treason and collusion with the enemy can result in the extermination of nine generations of one's family.
The most likely outcome is that all the men will be executed, and the women will be enslaved, or even sent to the Music Bureau.
"Young master, let's go and beg the prince," Zhu'er said, "We only ask that after we die, Zhu'er be buried with you!"
The third young master actually shook his head. "Zhu'er, that's impossible."
They are all prisoners; what right do they have to negotiate?
Zhu'er hugged him and cried bitterly, "This servant... this servant regrets it now, regrets not giving myself to you. Now, there's no chance anymore."
The third young master also wept uncontrollably, repeatedly saying, "Zhu'er, it's my fault, it's all my fault."
The Prince of Jin suddenly spoke up, "Song Jingyang!"
Song Jingyang: "Your Highness, you can't be soft-hearted, it won't work..."
"Give them half an hour, then send them on their way."
This was his only act of pity for the name Zhu'er.
Song Jingyang said, "That's fine."
The ill-fated Yuanyang kowtowed repeatedly to the Prince of Jin before being taken away.
The third young master didn't even turn around to look at his family.
The Prince of Jin was not interested in their past, but he missed Tang Zhuyun terribly.
Life doesn't always offer so many tomorrows, and he didn't want to leave any regrets; he wanted a long and fulfilling relationship with her, seeking both the future and the present.
Tang Zhuyun: You lecherous bastard!
It was said to be half an hour, but no one actually kept track of the time. Song Jingyang only knocked on the door and went in when the entire Sun family had been searched and they were about to leave.
A moment later, he came out, bowed to Prince of Jin, and said, "Your Highness, two people are hanging themselves in the room, fully dressed, and their hands are clasped together."
Let's bury them together.
"Yes."
Next came the confiscation of his family's property, and Prince of Jin had little patience for that.
He couldn't wait to go back and see Tang Zhuyun, even if he still had time to go to the Northwest and then return to the capital.
"Your Highness, these are the items seized by the Sun family. Hehe, we picked out some good ones..."
"It's been distributed to everyone."
He doesn't care for the Sun family's things; they're bad luck.
"Alright, I don't want it either. Your Highness, we're getting married, so it's best to be discreet."
Prince of Jin: "When are you getting married?"
"If you get married, then I will get married."
He's quite capable; it's just that the Prince of Jin is holding him back and wasting his time.
"Make preparations; we'll return to the capital tomorrow," Prince of Jin said coldly.
"Yes. Oh, Your Highness, are you going out?"
"I'll go out for a stroll myself; there's no need for you to follow me."
"Yes!"
Song Jingyang was secretly delighted. He didn't have to follow the prince anymore, so he could sneak out to buy gifts for Xiu'er.
After all, I've been away for so long, I should at least bring something back with me.
Not sure what to buy?
Buying the most expensive item within your budget is always a safe bet.
Even if Xiu'er scolds him for being stupid and for buying things that can't be eaten, she will still be happy.
What does money matter? Xiu'er's happiness is the most important thing.
Thinking this, no sooner had Prince of Jin left than Song Jingyang sneaked out.
He inquired with the locals and found the best jewelry shop.
As soon as he entered, he heard his master's familiar deep voice. "Bring out the best of everything."
Song Jingyang: "..."
Enemies meet on a narrow road, and so do masters and servants?
Alright, he'll step aside for now. Anyway, what the prince can afford, he can't afford.
They have no competition.
Thinking this, Song Jingyang happily withdrew.
Buying jewelry alone would be insufficient; he also needed to buy some other local trinkets to give to Xiu'er.
The next day, Prince of Jin led his entourage back to the capital at top speed.
After traveling for several days, even Song Jingyang was finding it difficult to keep up, let alone the others.
Sleeping only one or two hours a day, this isn't traveling, it's suicidal!
"Your Highness," Song Jingyang said, mustering his courage under the urging and encouragement of the crowd, "The wedding date is July 12th, we don't need to rush, do we?"
The Prince of Prince of Jin's face was icy. "I must return before Qixi Festival!"
Your Highness, do you think you're Cowherd?
The Cowherd Girl only meet once a year, so they look forward to Qixi Festival; but you, from now on, will we have to meet every day. Are those few extra days going to exhaust everyone?
However, he also wanted to see Xiu'er as soon as possible, so he shifted all the blame onto Prince of Jin.
The group could only follow the mad Prince of Jin on his frantic journey, suffering greatly.
Looking at the two obedient maids kneeling before her, Tang Zhuyun couldn't help but ask Xiu'er, "Have all the bedding been made?"
Xiu'er nodded reluctantly.
Tang Zhuyun: "Alright then, is there anything else to do?"
Xiu'er: "The outer courtyard needs two maids to sweep and clean."
The two men's expressions immediately changed.
Tang Zhuyun said, "That won't do. How can we go to the outer courtyard?"
Before the two could even catch their breath, she said, "Let's go sweep the garden. Last night's rain fell on a lot of flowers; my sister-in-law was nagging me about it this morning!"
Xiu'er: "Yes, I'll take them there right away!"
Although they felt wronged, they dared not utter a sound and could only follow along reluctantly.
After they left, Tang Zhuyun tidied her desk and saw the letters Prince of Jin had written to her. Suddenly, she realized that she hadn't received any more letters from Prince of Jin for the past six or seven days, or even longer.
Are you too busy with work?
Counting the days, today is Qixi Festival, and the wedding is in five days. Does she really need to start preparing to pick a rooster that won't poop randomly?
When Xiu'er returned, she said: Chickens have straight intestines; they'll be fine after a day of fasting and won't poop randomly.
Tang Zhuyun said, "That would require holding a rooster. But if the rooster goes hungry for a day, won't it peck at her?"
While the mistress and servant were having all sorts of absurd discussions, a maidservant came from outside to report that Madam Wang had arrived.
What does Madam Wang want with me?
Tang Zhuyun felt something was amiss and hurriedly went out to greet them.
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