Chapter 205: Miss Yang’s Tolerance
“I’ve already had those corpses transported over.”
“To be precise, severed arms and limbs.”
Wei Jiao stood indoors, looking at “Miss Yang” who had just woken up and was lying on the rocking chair.
“Are you sure Li Xuan can find out who these people are?”
“Or should we just directly frame Marquis Yichun?”
Mo Zheng said, “Let him investigate first. If he can’t find out, then frame them.” She smiled as she said this, “People always need some hope, lest he doesn’t want to live now and falls out with His Majesty.”
Wei Jiao chuckled and nodded, “You are indeed suited to be an Embroidered Uniform Guard.”
Mo Zheng smiled, “I can’t compare to Senior Brother.” She got up and personally poured tea and brought it over, “You’ve worked hard, Senior Brother.”
Wei Jiao did not take the tea, and said with a half-smile, “I’m not tired. I just prepared some corpses and transported them over. If anyone’s tired, it’s the Heir of Duke Yongwu.”
This time she told him she would encounter an assassin, but didn’t let him follow.
“Such a minor matter doesn’t require the Captain to act.”
When she said this, Wei Jiao saw that she deliberately glanced at his arm.
Underestimating him—if he didn’t use this arm, could he still not compare to Zhu Yunxiao?
“His hardship isn’t for me,” Mo Zheng said. “He’s doing it for himself. A guilty person naturally has to desperately atone for sins, unlike you, Senior Brother… You’re truly doing it for me.”
“Also, if you hadn’t found those corpses, I wouldn’t have thought of this strategy, and there wouldn’t be today’s events.”
“The Heir of Duke Yongwu wouldn’t have had the chance to be tired either.”
Today’s sweet words had a new twist. Wei Jiao raised his brow, “So you’re saying the Heir of Duke Yongwu should thank me.”
Mo Zheng nodded, “Exactly.”
Wei Jiao laughed heartily, then took the tea and glanced around, “Where’s your maidservant? Off to His Majesty again?”
No one would suddenly ask about a person for no reason, especially not someone like Wei Jiao…
Although the identity swap between her and Yang Luo in front of the Emperor was still confidential, with more and more contact, someone as cautious and sensitive as Wei Jiao would definitely feel something was off.
Mo Zheng nodded, “Yes, although everything was explained in advance beforehand, His Majesty still wants to ask about the details of the incident.”
She sat back in the rocking chair, her expression indifferent.
“I don’t want to see His Majesty too much. Let A Sheng go.”
Fair enough. This dog thing had no interest in recognizing kin or dealing with this father. Wei Jiao’s gaze swept over her face, and he raised his brow, “Having finally found his father and recognized kin, of course he wants to get close more.”
This kind of closeness was naturally not the closeness ordinary people thought.
Mo Zheng looked at him, “And then you were sent out of the house by your father?”
Wei Jiao couldn’t help but chuckle.
Mo Zheng also laughed, “I don’t want to be sent out of the house by my father either.” She looked around, “This place is so good. This is the Imperial Palace after all.”
The so-called goodness was relying on the Emperor to make things more convenient, not because it was the richest place under Heaven. Wei Jiao smiled, about to say something, when noisy footsteps came from outside, mixed with startled cries from palace maids and eunuchs.
“…Princess”
“Princess, be careful.”
Amid the cries, Princess Wuyang, wearing only thin clothes with her hair disheveled, rushed in from outside and saw the two people indoors.
However, Princess Wuyang did not charge straight at Wei Jiao like before, but instead looked at Miss Yang…
“Yang Luo, can I stay here too?” Princess Wuyang asked, then lowered her voice and looked outside, “I think even Father’s place isn’t safe.”
“Princess, then you definitely can’t stay here,” Wei Jiao said.
In the past, Wei Jiao almost never spoke to her. Now hearing this, Princess Wuyang was not overjoyed but afraid instead, “Why?”
Wei Jiao smiled at her, “Because the assassin was coming for her.”
Princess Wuyang’s already pale face turned even whiter.
Yes, the assassin was coming for Yang Luo—it was indeed very dangerous. She needed to stay away from her, or if it happened again, she would die like her mother consort…
But for some reason, she just didn’t want to leave.
Princess Wuyang reached out and grabbed Yang Luo’s sleeve, “Yang Luo, my mother consort died for you. If there’s an assassin, you have to protect me.”
Mo Zheng nodded, “Alright, Princess, rest assured.”
It was as if getting this affirmation from her meant she could survive. Princess Wuyang’s tense body relaxed, and she sat down closely by the rocking chair.
Wei Jiao stood up with displeasure, “I’m leaving.”
With that, he strode out.
Annoying, couldn’t even talk quietly.
When Yang Luo and the Emperor walked over, through the window they saw “Miss Yang” lying on the rocking chair with her eyes closed asleep, and Princess Wuyang wrapped in a cloak, curled up asleep on the couch by the rocking chair.
The Emperor’s expression was cold.
The eunuch outside the door hurriedly whispered, “The Princess was frightened and afraid, insisting on following Miss Yang.”
“She actually didn’t make a fuss,” the Emperor said in a deep voice.
Princess Wuyang was no good-tempered person—she was arrogant and domineering, not even putting Princess Pingcheng in her eyes.
Upon learning that the Imperial Consort died for Yang Luo, shouldn’t Princess Wuyang hate Miss Yang to death, throw a tantrum, demand Miss Yang be buried with her, and then they could lock up Princess Wuyang…
Yang Luo smiled, not surprised at all. Although Imperial Consort Li deliberately arranged the assassination in Princess Wuyang’s palace, not caring about this daughter’s life or even wanting her to die, A Sheng would inevitably save her.
Although Princess Wuyang didn’t know the details, perhaps her instinct after escaping death told her who she could rely on.
“Let them rest a bit longer,” Yang Luo said, respectfully inviting the Emperor, “Your Majesty, please come sit here first.”
The Emperor frowned and entered the palace room beside them.
“A Luo,” he said in a deep voice, “As you said, use the dead soldiers from the last nighttime street assassination attempt on you to guide Li Xuan, make him investigate and suspect Marquis Yichun. That way, their crimes can’t be announced for the time being.”
At this point, he slapped the desk hard.
“Your mother’s death is still unclear. I really can’t bear it…”
Yang Luo said, “Once we know the killer and can kill the killer, my mother can rest in peace in the underworld. Your Majesty, endure a little longer. Use the Li Clan to weaken the Chai Clan and take back military power. The Li Clan’s evil deeds will inevitably be uncovered by the Chai Clan too, but…”
She looked at the Emperor.
“But what?” the Emperor hurriedly said, his expression softening, “A Luo, whatever you want, just say it.”
“But please, Your Majesty, even when the dust settles and the Li Clan is punished in the future, do not involve Imperial Consort Li anymore,” Yang Luo said softly.
What?
Not announcing Imperial Consort Li’s crimes?
Wouldn’t that mean she would be buried with the good reputation of protecting Miss Yang, entering the earth as an Imperial Consort!
Even though Luo Ying, whom he cherished, stood before him, the Emperor could no longer suppress his anger.
“Absolutely not!” he shouted.
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“This poisonous woman—even in death, her crimes must be announced under Heaven!”
“Your Majesty, it’s not for her reputation, but for Your Majesty, and for her and Your Majesty’s two children.”
Hearing this, the Emperor grew even angrier.
“I have no children with her. I want to demote them to commoners!”
He didn’t even want to look at these two children!
He had lived with this poisonous woman for so many years!
He had even had children with the poisonous woman!
Yet his A Tong couldn’t stay by his side and was ultimately killed by this poisonous woman!
If not for A Tong’s child being as clever and brave as Yongwu, he would have died who knows how many times!
“A Luo,” the Emperor looked at the daughter before him, his expression pained, “How can you still plead for them?”
Yang Luo’s expression was somewhat wistful.
“Perhaps, I can empathize. The past between mother and father has nothing to do with me, but as their mother’s child, they harmed mother, and I would be harmed too.”
“Imperial Consort Li and Li Xuan planned these things—Wuyang and the Prince of Linhai definitely didn’t know.”
“They haven’t done evil deeds either. Most importantly, they have Your Majesty’s blood, and I also have Your Majesty’s blood, so we share half the same bloodline.”
She looked at the Emperor.
“I can’t bear to see father and son slaughter each other, nor brothers and sisters.”
With that, she bowed.
“Your Majesty, you’ve seen me laughable—I’m being soft-hearted like a woman.”
The Emperor looked at the young girl before him, his emotions stirred, and gently shook his head, “A Luo, I can’t laugh at you. You are indeed kind-hearted, but not soft-handed. You avenged your mother cleanly and neatly, and you have a broad mind.”
A Luo had no princess title, no princess status, yet she had the magnanimity of a monarch.
Yes, this was Deng Shan’s daughter, this was his daughter.
He nodded.
“Alright, I will do as you say.”
Yang Luo raised her head and smiled brightly, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
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“Father Emperor, Father Emperor—”
A panicked child’s voice rang out outside the hall.
“Prince of Linhai, you can’t wander around.”
“How did he get out?”
“Quickly take him back.”
“Let go of me, you bold slaves—”
“I want to see Father Emperor, I want to see older sister—”
The Prince of Linhai, dressed in prince’s formal attire but with wrinkled clothes stained with dirt and mud, was surrounded by two or three eunuchs. He struggled fiercely, trying to rush toward this palace room, but the eunuchs who were always deferential to him now showed no mercy—not only blocking his path but directly picking him up.
“Quickly take him away. His Majesty ordered that it’s dangerous in the palace, and the Prince of Linhai isn’t allowed to run around.”
“Lock him up, lock him up.”
“Wait.”
The Prince of Linhai cried and struggled. Just as he was about to be carried away, a female voice stopped them.
Hearing this female voice, the originally fierce eunuchs instantly became meek and released the Prince of Linhai.
With teary eyes, the Prince of Linhai looked over and saw a young girl walk out from the palace room.
Not in princess finery like his sister, nor in familiar palace maid attire.
Yang Luo walked up to the Prince of Linhai and curtsied to him, “I’m Miss Yang’s maidservant. The Imperial Consort saved my young lady…”
She looked at this child, her expression respectful and agitated.
“The maidservant A Sheng is also willing to do everything for Your Highness.”
So she was the maidservant of the person whose life Mother Consort gave hers to save. The Prince of Linhai shouted, “I want to see Father Emperor and sister—”
“Princess Wuyang was frightened, took medicine, and is asleep. Your Highness, don’t disturb her,” Yang Luo said softly. “But I can take you to see His Majesty. His Majesty went to see your uncle.”
Father Emperor and uncle were now the Prince of Linhai’s greatest supports. He was overjoyed and grabbed Yang Luo’s hand, “Good, quickly take me there!”
As he spoke, he looked worriedly at the surrounding eunuchs. Would they block him again… after all, this was just a maidservant.
The maidservant held his hand and led him forward, “Let’s go.”
The Prince of Linhai followed. The surrounding eunuchs lowered their heads and respectfully stepped aside.
The Prince of Linhai breathed a sigh of relief. Great. He looked up at this maidservant, “You have to obey my orders. You owe my mother consort your life.”
The little prince put on an arrogant air, but his small hand tightly gripped the maidservant’s hand, revealing his inner nervousness and dependence.
Yang Luo looked at this little prince.
The Li Clan’s conspiracy was exposed, Imperial Consort Li was dead, Li Xuan’s time was up, but her mother wouldn’t tolerate it, nor would her Chai Clan still be around.
Moreover, the next Son of Heaven would be the Prince of Donghai, who carried the Chai Clan’s bloodline.
The Emperor was very reliable, but she needed more reliability.
So she persuaded the Emperor not to convict Imperial Consort Li, ensuring that the princes she bore wouldn’t be implicated.
A clean prince was far more useful than one demoted to a commoner.
Yang Luo smiled at him, “Your Highness, rest assured. I will definitely take good care of you.”
