Yu Xiaoxiao didnât quite understand Qingyuâs pleas. She turned to Gu Xinglang and asked, âWhy sell her off?â
It looked like the beauty had escaped the Gu Clanâs extermination in the last life and was bought by Jing Mo, then was sold off by the Gu Clan in this life and bought by Jing Mo again. Yu Xiaoxiao sighed internally Ah, fate.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Gu Xinglang knew that Wang momo hadnât told Yu Xiaoxiao about Qingyuâs story, but his wife had so little memory of the servant girl that he wondered if she was too forgetful. Yu Xiaoxiao had spoken with Qingyu in the past and even got a faceful of medicine on her.
âShe did something she shouldnât have,â Gu Xinglang told Yu Xiaoxiao. âSo she was sold off.â
âAye,â Yu Xiaoxiao shook her head with another sigh. âYou guys sell off people like dogs, thatâs no good.â
How was Third Young Master Gu supposed to respond to that?!
Yu Xiaoxiao continued to eat. In this life, she wouldnât give Yu Ziyi a chance to kill her again, so that Lady Chuqiu, mhm, even if I met them both in this life again, Iâll make sure she doesnât lure Yu Ziyi to her bed. Qingyuâs tears dried at the sight of Yu Xiaoxiao continuing to eat. Sheâd been weeping for a while, but her target wasnât even paying her any attention while happily stuffing her mouth. There was no impetus for her to continue sobbing.
Jing Mo said, âPrincess, are you willing to let His Seventh Highness accompany me back to Zhuri?â
Yu Xiaoxiao shook her head.
Jing Mo asked, âBut your imperial father has already issued a decree. Whatâs the use even if the princess is unwilling?â
âThis is what I think,â Yu Xiaoxiao set down her chopsticks. âWhat advantages will it give Zhuri if you take Yu Ziyi away?â
âOh?â Jing Mo perked up in interest. âWhat does princess mean by this?â
âMy motherâs dead,â Yu Xiaoxiao said, âConsort Zhao will become empress. Sheââ
âPrincess!â Gu Xinglang wished he could muffle her mouth. How could she give voice to rumors so lightly?
Yu Xiaoxiao startled at his shout, then realized he must be worried that she was still sad over the empressâs death. She patted his hand and said, âIâm not sad.â
Gu Xinglang rested a hand on his forehead. What does that have to do with being sad?
âA prince hostage is basically just a hostage,â Yu Xiaoxiao reasoned, âHeâs a little prince without power or influence. What good does it do you to take him?â
Jing Mo asked, âIsnât the princess and His Seventh Highnessâs maternal Jiang Clan, along with the Gu Clan, his power and influence?â
Yu Xiaoxiao shrugged. âBut weâve never been able to beat Consort Zhao or Zhao Qiuming, ah.â
Jing Mo fell silent. That was true.
âIf youâre taking a hostage, you should pick a valuable one,â Yu Xiaoxiao went on. âEldest prince, your days in Zhuri arenât easy either. Thus, you should make a beautiful job of it so you can go back and get your fatherâs reward, right?â
âMy days arenât easy?â Jing Moâs gaze turned to ice. âWhy would princess say that?â
âItâs the same reasoning as Yu Ziyi, ah,â Yu Xiaoxiao explained. âWould a father bear to send his favorite son far away?â
âYour Royal Highness!â an aide by Jing Moâs side barked out.
But Jing Mo only smiled and waved a hand at him before looking back at Yu Xiaoxiao. âPrincess is a straight person with blunt speech. Which prince does princess think I should take back to Zhuri to avoid disgracing imperial orders?â
Of the six princes currently residing in Fengtian palace, the oldest was Yu Ziqing at 10 years old. Yu Xiaoxiao carefully thought over the bunch and their eventual ends: decapitation, death by hanging, poisoned by wine, beaten dead by wooden planks, drawn and quartered, and roasted on a hot pillar. With a smart and quick-witted imperial sister after their lives, each of the other six princes had met with tragic ends.
âDonât know, you figure it out,â Yu Xiaoxiao told Jing Mo.
âI canât think of a suitable candidate,â Jing Mo replied.
âOh,â said Yu Xiaoxiao. âThen thatâs the end of that.â
Once more, Jing Mo suppressed his temper. No matter how scheming he was, he was only 19 years old. This was a time when young men were hotblooded and impetuous, still trying to control their various raging emotions. âLooks like the princess really doesnât mind if I take His Seventh Highness away,â he said while looking at Yu Xiaoxiao.
âAs long as you donât gift that Chuqiu to Yu Ziyi, itâs fine,â Yu Xiaoxiao declared. âI prefer my little brother to find a girl around his own age.â
Gu Xinglangâs hands shook, but he didnât speak as he lowered his head. Jing Mo closed his eyes and told himself no, I canât stomp the Fengtian princess to death right in the capital city. Their country wasnât planning to lead troops south and destroy the country yet.
âYou guys keep eating, Iâm going out for a bit,â Yu Xiaoxiao muttered to Gu Xinglang.
âPrincess, what do you want to do?â Gu Xinglang asked.
âI drank too much water, so I need to pââ
Gu Xinglang swiftly muffled her mouth. Even if he died, he wasnât going to let his wife say âI need to peeâ out loud!
The various occupants of the hall all wore odd expressions. Who could tell them what to do in this situation?
Holding back pee was harmful to the body and Yu Xiaoxiao hadnât had enough of living in this world yet, so she wanted to maintain her health. Rising to her feet, she told Jing Mo, âEldest imperial prince, Iâm going toââ
âPrincess, please do as you wish.â Jing Mo interrupted. He too, didnât want to hear her say she was going to pee.
âYou two, guard the princess,â Gu Xinglang instructed Xiao Zhuang and Xiao Wei.
Yu Xiaoxiao was worried. âWhat about you?â
Gu Xinglang looked up at her. âHow could anything happen to me as a guest of the eldest imperial prince?â
Worries assuaged, Yu Xiaoxiao left with the two shadow guards. Once the trio was gone, Jing Mo told Qingyu. âArenât you going to wait on her?â
Qingyu rose to her feet in a flurry. Gu Xinglang didnât want Qingyu to speak to Yu Xiaoxiao and opened his mouth to say so, but Jing Mo then added, âIf you speak any more nonsense, this prince will cut your tongue.â
Qingyu had hardly taken a few steps before she fell to her knees in fear. âThis servant doesnât dare.â
âDoes the Royal Son-in-Law have any other worries?â Jing Mo asked.
Gu Xinglang knew he was up to no good. Of all the servants he picked, it had to be Qingyu who served Yu Xiaoxiao. âMy conscience is clear,â he replied. âEldest imperial prince couldnât have simply called us here to taste fine wine and food, correct?â
Jing Mo replied, âGu Li wanted me to pass on a message: the Defender Dukeâs heard of your imprisonment and was anxious enough to want to lead troops on a killing spree to Fengtian.â
Gu Xinglangâs voice was cold. âOur Gu Clan has long cut ties with Gu Li.â
âGu Xinglang,â said Jing Mo, âAre you perfectly content with your imprisonment this time, just because your sovereign married his daughter to you?â
âEldest imperial prince, donât take me for Gu Li. As a traitor to his country, Iâd definitely take his life in another meeting on the battlefield.â
âHa,â Jing Mo laughed. âRoyal Son-in-Law still wants to meet with my Zhuri generals on the battlefield?â
âI am a citizen of Fengtian,â Gu Xinglang replied, âI will never seek refuge with another nation in my lifetime.â
Jing Mo only shook his head and spat out two words. âBlind devotion.â