Raiders of His Royal Highness - Chapter 154

It didn’t take long for the conversation between Qin Zhirong and Princess Yunfu in the dark prison to reach Emperor Jing Ming’s ears exactly.

He had no problem with Yun Fu wanting to stuff Zhong Qianmeng into the East Palace.

He asked Eunuch Cheng to pass the decree, and he said that he agreed to Zhong Qianmeng’s entry into the East Palace, but what position was given to her, he had to wait for the prince to give her in person when he returned.

However, Emperor Jing Ming did not intend to let Yu Ling return to Beijing alive.

This will is nothing more than to cover up his mind. Furthermore, after Yu Ling died, he would quietly bring Qin Zhirong into the harem, so that Zhong Qianmeng’s existence would also block the eyes of others.

…

Seeing that it was getting late, Emperor Jing Ming remembered that he had promised Pei Qingyun to accompany her every day, so he said to Xiao Chengzi, “Go to Liuyun Temple.”

Passing by a corner of the Imperial Garden, Emperor Jing Ming looked at Qin Zhirong, who was wearing a crescent moon and white fox fur and walking in the snow, and stopped involuntarily.

The snow is flying, and the red plums are in full bloom.

The beauty with a delicate face and a dusty temperament is particularly eye-catching in this world of ice and snow.

Emperor Jing Ming narrowed his eyes, looking at her as if he didn’t see himself in the corner, and walked forward without looking sideways.

He coughed heavily, and seeing Qin Zhirong looking over, he asked softly, “Where is Rong’er going in such a hurry?”

Only now did Qin Zhirong find Emperor Jing Ming standing in the corner, she stopped, and blessed her body in the direction of Emperor Jing Ming: “I have seen the emperor.”

No matter how much she hated the emperor, but at this moment His Highness did not tear his face with him, she had to curtsy to him according to the rules.

Qin Zhirong lowered his head, thinking that Emperor Ming would ignore him after saying hello and saying hello, but he didn’t expect to see a pair of dragon boots embroidered with auspicious clouds in his sight.

It was Emperor Jing Ming who walked in front of Qin Zhirong.

“Ready to go back to the East Palace?”

Seeing Qin Zhirong’s fair skin becoming more delicate against the crimson dress, Emperor Jing Ming squinted slightly, and absently chatted with Qin Zhirong.

Even though Qin Zhirong lowered her head at the moment, she still felt Emperor Jing Ming’s scorching gaze, she responded uncomfortably, and then quietly took a few steps back.

“The snowy road is slippery, so be careful on the way back.” Emperor Jing Ming looked at the beauty and blessed himself again, then turned around and walked towards the East Palace.

The hem of the beauty’s clothes that fluttered in the snowy landscape was like a butterfly in spring, and it flew into Emperor Jing Ming’s heart at once.

Standing in the same place and watching the silhouette of Ling Na drifting away, Emperor Jing Ming withdrew his gaze.

“Since the prince left the palace, does the princess stay in the east palace on weekdays?”

Emperor Jing Ming asked the little orange behind him as he walked.

“Back to the Emperor, the Crown Princess will go to the Zhengyang Palace every day to greet the Empress, and occasionally stay with her for dinner. Besides, the Crown Princess will also enjoy the scenery with Princess Zhaoping.”

Xiaochengzi honestly told Qin Zhirong’s whereabouts these days.

When Emperor Jing Ming heard the words, he nodded and didn’t mention Qin Zhirong again.

…

The sky was getting darker, and the soldiers all the way to the south set up camp on the spot after receiving the order.

In a tent that had already been set up, Yu Ling sat on the top, looking at the topographic map spread on the desk.

“…In order to hide people’s eyes and ears, those 80,000 people went north in batches, and the fastest group at this moment is about to meet us…”

“Are you sure it’s 80,000 people?” An inconspicuous man next to Yu Ling asked in a low voice.

At this moment, the shadow of the scout leader nodded and said to the man, “Yes, your third highness.”

That unremarkable man with an ordinary face turned out to be the third prince, Yu Lang, who was on the run!

At this moment, his face was expressionless, but there was some anxiety in his eyes: “Prince, we only have 50,000 people, I’m afraid it’s not easy to fight…”

Although he has already put life and death aside, if there is a chance of life, he does not want to let it go.

So when the palace was exhausted a few days ago, after seeing Qi Run’s flaws, he took the emperor and Pei Zhaoyi hostage and confronted Qi Run for a long time at the palace gate.

In the end, in order to survive, his father finally agreed to let him leave the palace.

Later, under Qi Run’s release, he led a group of generals and soldiers out of the siege and escaped from the capital.

At that time, he didn’t understand why Qi Run did that, but not long after he left Beijing, he received a secret letter.

After reading the secret letter, he realized that it was the Crown Prince’s idea that he could escape successfully…

In the past, he vaguely sensed that the prince might not be as simple as he seemed, but at that moment he realized how ridiculous he was before.

With such a prince who hid in the dark and watched them kill each other, these princes never had a chance to rise to power.

To his relief, the prince in his heart let him go all the way south.

At that time, after encountering the northward army of King Huainan, he stopped the team and prevented them from going any further.

He had no choice but to obey the prince’s orders.

Because he knew that his current life was given by the Crown Prince, and if he did not obey her orders, then maybe he would have to be taken back to the capital, and he would end up being given a glass of poisoned wine just like Yu Feng.

And he doesn’t have the mind to make a comeback at this moment.

He just thought about following Yu Ling, and after she ascended the throne, if he could still recite the blood relationship and covenant between them, and if he could give him a title, then he would be able to spend the rest of his life leisurely.

Yu Lang, who was changed, looked at Yu Ling, who was contemplating above, with a blank expression on his face.

After a while, she heard her cold and indifferent voice: “No hurry.”

She has also secretly prepared some people over the years, but it is not yet time.

Seeing her relaxed expression, Yu Lang didn’t seem to care, and knew that she should have a way to deal with it.

Several people discussed in the tent for a long time before dispersing in the dark night.

…

As Yu Ling had been away from Beijing for longer and longer, the palace slowly returned to normal.

Because of the previous rebellion between the second prince and the third prince, neither the people in the palace nor those outside the palace had a good New Year.

Therefore, two days before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Emperor Jing Ming waved his hand and decreed that the Shangyuan Festival would be well organized.

People in the palace came and went, hurrying and hurrying. Finally, on the day of Shangyuan Festival, the palace was decorated with a new look, as if the rebellion not long ago had never happened, and it dissipated like a cloud of smoke in the flowers.

Officials of the fourth rank and above in the DPRK brought their families to the banquet. At this moment, the melodious sound of silk and bamboo did not cover up the intertwined sounds of gongs and chips.

However, because many important officials in the court were implicated in the treason, although the people present tried their best to relax their minds and raised their glasses as usual, some people still did not dare to be too reckless.

“Today, we monarchs and ministers have fun together, and we don’t have to be too strict.”

Emperor Jing Ming smiled lightly and looked at the people of different colors at the banquet.

When the people below heard what Emperor Jing Ming said, they also raised their wine glasses, said some auspicious words, and drank the wine in the glasses.

This scene was quite enjoyable.

Empress Song looked coldly at Emperor Jing Ming, who gradually raised the corners of his mouth, and felt very uncomfortable.

Not wanting to look at his disgusting face anymore, Queen Song stood up and blessed Emperor Jing Ming: “I feel a little sick, so I will go back first.”

After she finished speaking, she didn’t wait for Emperor Jing Ming’s response, she lifted her feet and walked towards Zhengyang Palace.

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