The Prince of Jin said coldly, "I will have someone take good care of your lover. I won't touch you, but you better remember this: if I catch him once, I'll deal with him every time."
Poor Qingfeng, suffering such an undeserved calamity.
However, since the Prince of Jin intended to use him, the so-called "punishment" was just a lot of noise but little action.
Tang Zhuyun glared at him, then turned and walked out with an air of nonchalance.
She then went to frighten Madam Song, causing the latter to become disoriented, with her eyes wide open every day, looking terrified, and unable to eat.
Tang Zhuyun achieved her goal and then sought out Tang Baixin to work together in a coordinated manner.
Tang Baixin concern and said to the gloomy Tang Mingfan, "Father, I think Grandmother might be missing her hometown after she fell ill. Should we have someone send her back to live out her remaining years in peace?"
Madam Song blinked repeatedly in agreement.
She wanted to leave, she wanted to go back. If she endured a few more days, she would be tortured to death by that little slut Tang Zhuyun.
Tang Zhuyun replied, "How can that be? I think the capital is better; it will be more conducive to Grandmother's recovery."
Madam Song "uh-uh-uh" sounds, her emotions were very agitated, and her face was full of fierce resistance.
No, no, no! That little hussy wants to kill her, she won't let her live!
Song Cui'er didn't want to leave; she hadn't even followed the valiant prince yet! So she quickly said, "Cousin is right, I also think it's better to stay in the capital."
However, Tang Mingfan had already noticed Madam Song's expression and said, "Mother, blink if you want to leave."
Madam Song blinked so hard her eyes almost cramped, fearing Tang Mingfan wouldn't understand what she meant.
Tang Mingfan, however, was uncertain. "Mother, if you want to leave, this time keep your eyes wide open and don't blink."
Then Madam Song's eyes were wide open, like a dead fish that couldn't close its eyes in death. Tang Zhuyun watched, trying to suppress her laughter until her stomach hurt.
And so, the matter of Madam Song returning to her hometown was settled.
Tang Zhuyun suggested that Chang Zhi go back to see her off, and then took out four hundred taels of silver, saying, "Father, this is the money I earned from selling cold dish recipes over the past two months. This is all I have. Please give it all back to Grandmother."
Tang Mingfan was moved. "A-Yun, I'm sorry you've suffered. Even if you hadn't contributed a single penny, I still felt..."
That won't do.
If she doesn't provide the money, Tang Mingfan will have to keep thinking about Madam Song, and he won't be able to focus on his official duties. He might even have a moment of madness and go back to fulfill his filial duties.
She wanted to be independent, but she couldn't do that without her father, the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, protecting her.
Besides, emotionally speaking, she also wanted Tang Mingfan to be happy.
Blind filial piety is a common problem in this era. She doesn't expect the people around her to transcend worldly concerns and reach the heights of the 22nd century; after all, she still has her, the beautiful warrior!
The matter was settled. Tang Baixin privately asked Tang Zhuyun, "How did you manage to save so much silver? Didn't you only have a little over two hundred taels before?"
Tang Zhuyun chuckled, "I'm the little god of wealth!"
Tang Baixin and said, "I know my sister is capable, but I still want to say something: don't take the Prince of Prince of Jin's money, understand?"
I know, but that's impossible.
She couldn't raise his daughter for nothing, nor could she let him boss her around for nothing.
"Look at Father," Tang Baixin sighed again, "You said four hundred taels of silver, and he was just happy and grateful, without even asking how you earned the money."
Tang Zhuyun covered her mouth and laughed, "I've noticed it too, Father's love for money is really... But it's okay, I'm here! I'll work hard to earn money so that Father and my elder brother can live without worries and become renowned ministers who will be remembered for generations!"
Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered the previous embezzlement scandal and asked, "Brother, has your matter been investigated?"
Tang Baixin lowered her eyes, "Father and I both know what's going on."
For this reason, after much deliberation, they finally decided to let Tang Zhuyun marry the Prince of Jin.
I don't ask that she will be favored in the future, I only ask that she will live a peaceful and safe life.
These are things I can't tell Tang Zhuyun, so as not to make her worry.
Tang Zhuyun sensed that he didn't really want to talk about it, so she didn't press him, only telling him to be more careful in the future.
"I know," Tang Baixin to himself. "Go and prepare things for Grandma to take on the journey. As for Jiahong, I don't think she seems honest and reliable. Is she really capable?"
Tang Zhuyun smiled slyly, "Don't worry, big brother, it'll definitely work."
What's wrong with taking down her grandfather?
Look how filial she is! She shares her grandmother's burdens and makes her grandfather's old age enjoyable. Tsk tsk.
"Don't worry, Grandmother's arrival was undignified, but I will make sure she leaves gracefully," Tang Zhuyun said. "Brother, I have a favor to ask of you."
"Why is there such a thing between you and your elder brother?" Tang Baixin looked at his lively younger sister and felt as if he had just woken up from a dream.
No, even in the most beautiful dreams, I never dared to dream of her being this good.
Back when she wanted to sell Linlin, Tang Baixin almost beat her to death. Thinking back on it now, she still feels a little scared.
"Do you know how far Father has investigated the matter of cheating in the imperial examinations?" Tang Zhuyun whispered.
Tang Baixin's smile vanished instantly, "A-Yun, who said something to you?"
"No, no," Tang Zhuyun said. "I'm not asking for someone else; I want to know for myself. Ruan Anruo so annoying, always causing trouble, so I plan to settle accounts with her."
What do you want to do?
Tang Baixin was very cautious and did not tell her immediately.
However, judging from his behavior, Tang Zhuyun knew that he was aware of the situation, so she didn't hide it from him and quietly told him her plans.
Don't let her busy schedule fool you; she never forgets the importance of revenge.
Some people would rather eat shit than suffer a loss.
She wasn't referring to herself; she was referring to the Prince of Jin.
At most, she would just learn from his vindictiveness.
The Prince of Jin, who was interrogating Qingfeng, sneezed. Song Jingyang quickly said, "Your Highness, you should go back and rest."
Qingfeng knelt on the ground with a bitter smile, "Your Highness, she's really gone. She was your future concubine. Even if I had the guts of a bear and the gall of a leopard, I would never dare to harbor any improper thoughts."
The Prince of Jin sat in his chair, looking down at him with deep, unfathomable eyes. His fingers fiddled with the jade ring on his other hand. He didn't say a word, but his Mount Tai aura was overwhelming.
"I... I really have nothing more to say..." Qingfeng bowed his head to the ground, his attitude humble.
"Don't use Tang Zhuyun as a shield. You should know what I really want to ask!"
Qingfeng shuddered.
"Yes, if you speak, you'll die a horrible death; but if you don't, I'll make sure you don't leave here today." Prince of Jin stood up with a cold laugh. "Tell me, what will happen to you if I ruin your body? Song Jingyang, hold him down! Apply the branding iron!"
Song Jingyang stepped on Qingfeng's head, used a knife to lift his waist, and forced him to offer his lower body in a sacrificial posture.
Qingfeng felt a chill behind him, followed by an intense, scorching heat.
He was forced to lie prone, only able to see the hem of the Prince of Jin's robe between his legs and the red-hot branding iron held between the long iron rods in his hand, steadily approaching him...
"Your Highness, I'll talk!"