Chapter 50: Blood debts are paid with blood. "Since I have done it, I am not afraid that you will complain." Jing Yikong looked at the third prince coldly, "It would be better if the king knows, and he can come and offer incense."
"Sister-in-law, you are too presumptuous!" Nalan Nanxian said angrily, "It is already an outrageous thing for you to set up a mourning hall for a slave in the crown prince's womb. It is even more unreasonable for you to let us come here now. Now you are saying that your father will be allowed to die."
Regarding the king's coming to offer incense, just for these three things, sister-in-law, do you know that if my father just says a word, not to mention the position of the crown princess, I'm afraid even my life will be in danger."
After Nalan Nanxian finished speaking, he turned to Nalan Qingyi, "Brother, I know that you dote on your sister-in-law, but you can't let her do such things that go against the rules of the court."
Nalan Qingyi took a sip of tea and said, "Second brother, your sister-in-law has the final say in this matter."
"I didn't expect that eldest brother is as good as what the outside world said," a high-pitched and disdainful voice came from outside the door. The person who came was the fifth prince who had just returned from the border. "Brother, fifth brother didn't expect that you would allow your sister-in-law to do such a thing."
This is a ridiculous thing. Let the princes come see a slave. Isn’t this a loss of royal face?”
Nalan Qingyi was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to answer. She touched her nose and glanced at Jing Yirong who was indifferent. She could only drink tea and pretend to be stupid.
The princes arrived at the Crown Prince's palace one by one, and they all unanimously had opinions on Jing Yirong's actions, and they all started to discuss it.
The third prince secretly gave Nalan Nanxian a meaningful look, and then turned his attention to Nalan Zhenqi, "Seventh brother, why are you even wearing mourning clothes? Today is not your mother's death anniversary yet.
Maybe it was your mother who dreamed about you last night and missed you?"
Every year Nalan Zhenqi would wear mourning clothes on the anniversary of his mother's death. This was something even Nalan Zhenhai acquiesced to.
Nalan Zhenqi was silent and speechless, only his eyes revealed his anger and forbearance.
Jing Yirong spoke slowly, suppressing all the discussion with one sentence, "His mother did have a dream last night, saying that the King of Hell asked the seventh brother to tell you that your time has come."
There was silence in the room, and no one could say a word. They were stunned, shocked, and angry. Each prince had different expressions.
The third prince's face darkened and he was livid, "Sister-in-law, what do you mean by this?"
"It doesn't mean anything. It's just a dream. Why are you so nervous? Are you scared?" Jing Yirong did not hide his sarcasm.
The third prince looked at her with hatred, "The one who should be afraid now is you, my sister-in-law. You took three princes to build a mourning hall for a slave and wore sackcloth and paid tribute to him. If your father knows about such things, I think it is your sister-in-law who should worry about you."
His life is at stake. If a mere slave dies, just throw it somewhere out of sight. Why would my sister-in-law risk her own life?"
Jing Yirong raised her lips, "It's not your turn to worry yet, I might as well die before me."
"You!" The third prince pointed at Jing Yirong, "You were of low status and now you married my eldest brother, so you flew up the branch. I waited for the prince to call you "sister-in-law" to respect you, but now that you have made a mistake, we also
I kindly remind you, don’t be ungrateful. Do you really think your father will let you go forever?"
"You are so angry?" Jing Yirong gave Xiao Yan a look, and Xiao Yan immediately handed the third prince a teacup knowingly, "The third prince must be thirsty after talking so much."
Seeing the situation, the third prince became even more angry and swung the teacup away with a wave of his big hand. The warm tea got wet all over the floor and the celadon teacup also broke into several pieces.
Jing Yirong looked panicked, "Third Prince, did you know that you had committed a heinous crime?"
"What?" The third prince frowned.
Nalan Nanxian glanced at the fragments of the teacup on the ground, his face was startled, "This teacup is the Black Dragon Flower Case!"
The princes present were immediately shocked and looked at the third prince in confusion.
The third prince immediately looked at Jing Yirong with panic on his face, "You're hurting me!"
"Third Prince, I have thought about it." Jing Yirong said casually, "Because the late emperor personally left this teacup to Qingyi, it is usually a tribute. Today, when the emperor's brothers came to the palace, they did not find so many teacups.
, so I took the decision by myself and took out the tea cup. I originally wanted to give it to the third prince to use first, but I didn’t expect that the third prince would be so disrespectful and even broke the tea cup left by the late emperor. I didn’t know that my father knew about this.
What will happen to the third prince?"
"You!" The third prince was so angry that he clenched his fist tightly, wanting to kill Jing Yirong in the next second.
Nalan Nanxian pulled the third prince and looked at Jing Yirong, "Sister-in-law, this matter is not trivial. The black dragon flower pattern on this tea cup was painted by the late emperor himself. To break it now is disrespectful to the late emperor. If the third brother is wrong,
It’s also my fault that I didn’t keep it well. If my father really finds out, I’ll probably be punished.”
"Do you think I care?" Jing Yirong said contemptuously, "Today I dare to set up a mourning hall for Zha Zheng. I don't care about the consequences even if I wear mourning clothes. This Xuanlong tea cup was smashed by the third prince. I will probably decide what my father will do with it."
above."
Nalan Nanxian had murderous intent in his eyes. He should have known that Jing Yirong could not be kept. He actually fell into his beauty trap before.
The third prince staggered back, "What exactly do you want?"
"Third Prince, are you asking me this? Do you think your royal brothers will keep secrets for you?" Jing Yi smiled.
The fifth prince immediately spoke, "As long as you don't tell my father, sister-in-law, we won't tell anyone."
Jing Yirong understood. It turned out that Nalan Qingyi had been isolated for a long time. These people were all from the Nanxian Party. "Since your opinions are consistent, I have nothing to say. In fact, I have no other requirements. As long as the third prince faces this coffin,
After kowtowing three times, I will pretend that what happened today did not happen."
"Delusion!" The third prince glared at Jing Yirong, trying hard not to lose control.
Nalan Nanxian no longer concealed his anger, "Jing Yirong, you are too naive. I believe that the matter of setting up a mourning hall and wearing mourning clothes in the crown prince's palace today has been spread to the father without our words."
Mouth. If you soften your attitude now and wait for Father to investigate, we will help you to speak up and let you escape. If you really break your face, you will not get any benefits."
"Nalan Nanxian, I really wonder if you are too stupid," Jing Yirong mocked, "I have long said that since I dare to do something, I am not afraid of the consequences, why do you have to scare me. I don't need you to speak for me. The third prince is now
Still choose one of the two. First, wait for the king to withdraw your royal status and let you be buried with this tea cup. Second, kowtow!" Jing Yirong's eyes were cold when he spoke, his voice was sinister, and his attitude was tough.
There is no room for negotiation at all, and the meaning is clear enough. My life and death has nothing to do with you. Your life is now in my hands.
There was silence in the room, and no one spoke again. All eyes were on the third prince, but the third prince pursed his lips, the veins on his neck bulged, and his eyes were fixed on the official figure in front of him, motionless.
The fact that the prince kowtowed to his servant's official position spread in the imperial city, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to raise his head again in the future.
"No?" Jing Yirong lost patience and said, "Qingyi, come with me to meet the Holy Spirit this afternoon."
"Wait a minute," the third prince said, and after a long time he said, "I'll knock you."
After hearing this, the fifth prince immediately spoke, "Third brother, Shi Ke cannot be killed. You can't do this. My royal family will be completely disgraced."
"As long as everyone present today doesn't spread the news, who else will know!" the third prince roared, "you all just need to shut up."
Nalan Qingyi heard the sound and looked at Jing Yirong, Jing Yirong sneered, he had already told Nalan Qingyi that their brothers were not good people.
Between dignity and life, the third prince would of course choose to save his life. The third prince took two steps forward and knelt down in front of everyone. Jing Yirong picked up a mourning dress on the table and chair and waved it out. The mourning dress fell steadily on the
The third prince suppressed his hatred and did not brush off his filial piety. He kowtowed three times in front of Cha Zheng and immediately stood up. He gritted his teeth and looked at Jing Yirong, "Are you satisfied now?"
Jing Yirong said mockingly, "Of course I'm satisfied. I originally thought that Third Prince you were apologizing for my brother's sake last time about the archery incident, but today's incident has convinced me that you are just simply greedy for life and afraid of death."
"You!" The third prince had been forced into a position with no way out by Jing Yirong.
Nalan Nanxian immediately came to the rescue, "Sister-in-law, third brother has already done as you asked, I think you don't need to force me to do this anymore."
Jing Yirong smiled and said, "Since you said so, I won't care. But second brother, I want to thank you for helping me."
The third prince and Nalan Nanxian both looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"This teacup is indeed the Xuanlong Flower Case, but it is not the one sent by the late emperor first," Jing Yirong sneered. "It's really ridiculous that normally smart princes would not know whether to distinguish the true from the false at the critical moment of their lives. Of course.
The main credit goes to you, the second brother. Without your affirmation, how could the third brother be so panicked?"
"Jing Yirong!" Nalan Nanxian's rationality was pushed to the bottom line. Jing Yirong is really hateful!
Jing Yirong waved her palm and took off her white plain clothes. Under the plain clothes was a bright red dress. Jing Yirong looked at the princes and said, "People don't tell secrets. Who killed Zha Zheng? I just told you
You can tell. This red dress is dyed red by Cha Zheng’s blood. I want you to pay back how much blood he shed. What I hate most is secret fighting. Since you touched my people, it represents you.
I have begun to prepare for the battle. In this case, please be honest and I will accept your invitation to fight."
The princes did not expect that Jing Yirong would say these words so boldly. The fifth prince coughed and said, "We don't know what my sister-in-law means."
"You can continue if you want to pretend to be stupid," Jing Yirong said nonchalantly, "I'm just informing you that although you started the process, you don't have the final say in the ending. It's best if you all keep your spirits up.
Deal with me, otherwise you will die before I finish my life."
Nalan Nanxian stopped talking. He always thought that the position of prince was already in front of him. He didn't expect that Jing Yirong would appear in the middle and broke all his plans. However, on the surface, he still pretended not to understand.
"Sister-in-law, we really don't understand what you mean. We have something to do and we have to go first."
"Third Prince, I will let everyone in the world know about these three kowtows to Cha Zheng today," Jing Yirong vowed.
The third prince wanted to say something else, but was grabbed by Nalan Nanxian and dragged away.