Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 143: Pass it on, Master 8 can’t do it

Although Jiang Lige's words were a bit out of line, and a married woman with a thinner skin probably wouldn't have asked, but the advantage was that he had calculated everyone's gossiping minds.

Therefore, Ning Luyang, with his head down, clearly saw that all eyes on the field were on him, which made him feel very uneasy, but if he wanted to deny it, he could only overturn all his previous excuses.

After weighing the pros and cons, Ning Luyang had no choice but to nod frustratedly, and then was taken away roughly.

On the other hand, Jiang Lige happily shared with Queen Mother Jiang:

"Grandma, Master Eight can't do this!"

Empress Dowager Jiang managed to hold back her laughter with great difficulty and glared at Jiang Lige unhappily.

"I'll take care of you when I get back!"

Jiang Lige stuck out her tongue indifferently, lowered her head and followed Empress Dowager Jiang to the banquet venue, while giving instructions to the maid beside her.

"Pass it on, Master Eight can't do it."

"Yes."

After all, today is Empress Xiao's good day, so she will naturally not let Ning Luyang and Jiang Chuchu's scandal steal her limelight. Not only did she add a few more performances, she also organized the young masters and daughters of various families to write poems in front of the emperor, and gave out a lot of prizes.

Upon seeing this, all the ministers thanked Empress Xiao for her generosity and were very tactful not to mention the scandal at all. The banquet ended smoothly in a happy atmosphere.

When Jiang Lige walked out of the banquet hall, rubbing her face which had become a little stiff from smiling, Feng Quan and Song Yue were already standing side by side outside to take her home.

Song Yue did not participate in Jiang Lige's "plan" and had a lot of questions to ask. When she saw Jiang Lige, she grabbed her and started asking her questions. Jiang Lige did not hide anything and slowly told her the story under the bright moonlight.

A few hours ago——

"As long as you let me go today, I can forgive you for what happened. Lvliu is dead and will never come back to life. I can give you some money so that you can live the rest of your life well."

"Princess, it's too late. Everything is too late."

Ning Luyang, who was drugged by the incense, was no different from a puppet. When he walked towards her under Yin Zhuang's shouting, Jiang Lige knew that it was really too late.

There is no turning back.

"Yinzhuang, I gave you a chance."

When Jiang Lige said this, his eyes suddenly became extremely deep, and there was a chill in his eyes, as if winter was approaching, which made Yin Zhuang shiver uncontrollably.

Then, just as Yin Zhuang was about to say something to ease the fear in her heart, she saw Jiang Lige, who had just been sitting on the ground, suddenly stand up straight. His figure was lonely and tall, like a devil walking out of hell.

Yin Zhuang's eyes widened in fear, "You...what are you doing..."

"Why didn't I get the muscle softening powder?" Jiang Lige sneered and asked, "Aunt Yinzhuang really thinks she's so clever that she went to Jiang Chuchu to tip her off time and again, and no one in Funing Palace knew about it?"

"Since you knew this, why did you let it go?"

"Don't you know the principle of playing the long game to catch the big fish, Aunt Yinzhuang?"

Yin Zhuang forced herself to calm down, and retorted with a sinister grin, "Even if you weren't hit by the muscle softening powder, so what? How can a delicate princess handle the two of us?"

"How arrogant." Facing Yin Zhuang's provocation, Jiang Lige's expression remained unchanged. He just slowly took two steps back, his tone full of disdain.

Seeing this, Yin Zhuang thought Jiang Lige was just a tough guy with a weak heart. Her smile was tinged with pride as she said sarcastically, "Princess, you'd better be more obedient and suffer less."

"dream."

The girl let out a sharp cry, and just as she finished her words, four figures rushed in from all directions like lightning. One of them was the first to capture Ning Luyang, who made the disgusting sound, and the rest of them stood in front of Jiang Lige in unison, like an impenetrable wall.

Yin Zhuang was frightened by this sudden change and panicked, saying "How could this happen" several times in a trembling voice.

"Kneel down."

Jiang Lige just gave the order expressionlessly, and then a black-clad guard kicked Yin Zhuang on the calf, forcing her to kneel down. Yin Zhuang screamed in pain, but did not dare to resist.

The smile on Jiang Lige's lips deepened. He reached out and gently lifted Yin Zhuang's chin, his jade-like fingertips bringing a hint of coolness.

"Where are the people?" Jiang Lige asked.

At this moment, Yin Zhuang no longer had any of her previous domineering look. She was so scared that a layer of fine cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her voice was also tinged with tears.

"Who?"

Jiang Lige just glanced at Yinzhuangyan and turned his gaze to the black-clad guard beside him.

"Where's Jiang Chuchu?"

"Old Five has gone to invite someone, it should be here soon."

As the black-clad guard finished speaking, another black-clad guard flew in carrying the unconscious Jiang Chuchu, and did not forget to respond, "Here comes the princess."

Seeing this, Jiang Lige finally showed his most sincere smile of the day, which was playful but chilling. He slapped Yin Zhuang on the face with his hand, which had not yet been retracted. The slap made Yin Zhuang's face swell up like a five-finger mountain.

"After all, she is an old lady who has served my great-aunt for many years. Take Yinzhuang back to Funing Palace." Then, she withdrew her hand and ordered, "Okay, let's go. Don't disturb the good things between Master Eight and Princess Chuchu."

"Yes!"

The black-clad guards answered in unison, and instantly disappeared from the pavilion in the middle of the lake with Jiang Lige and Yin Zhuang.

When Jiang Lige appeared at the Lakeside Pavilion again, the two people at the Lakeside Pavilion had already done their thing, and Yin Zhuang had been imprisoned in Funing Palace with heavy shackles.

As the last syllable fell, the listener's thoughts slowly returned to normal.

Song Yue's blood boiled with excitement, but she was also a little confused, "How does the princess know where to capture Princess Chuchu?"

"Jiang Chuchu is too confident in her plan and has a strong desire for revenge, so I'm sure she'll follow me out so she can watch me get humiliated."

"Jiang Chuchu is such a wicked person!" Song Yue was furious, wishing she could kill Jiang Chuchu herself before she would give up. "Then Princess, will His Majesty demote the Eighth Master to a commoner? What about Jiang Chuchu?"

"No." Jiang Lige shook his head with absolute certainty, and analyzed the situation carefully with Song Yue. "The emperor will not demote Ning Luyang. Instead, he will allow him to leave the palace and establish his own residence."

"Why?"

"The battle for the throne was brutal, and the late emperor's remaining princes are few. If His Majesty demotes Ning Luyang again, he will inevitably be accused of being heartless. Therefore, the most likely means of punishment is to arrange a marriage for the two of them and then expel them from the palace to fend for themselves. As for Jiang Chuchu, the most severe punishment for her is for a princess of a certain country to become a concubine. This way, His Majesty's reputation will be preserved, and the friendship between the two countries will be upheld. It is naturally the best solution."

Song Yue pondered it carefully for a while, and only reacted after Jiang Lige had walked a long way. Seeing this, he hurriedly took small steps to catch up.

"Princess, where are we going?"

"Go meet our Aunt Yinzhuang." Jiang Lige replied, "I'm really curious about her expression after she knows the truth."