Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

"Father, the Emperor actually wants me to marry a commoner? And a lowly peasant girl who fled from famine in another place?"

King Ping could hardly believe what he heard. He was so furious that he smashed the study room.

There were loud clanging sounds, and pens, ink, paper, and inkstones were scattered all over the floor. Tables, chairs, and bookshelves were also toppled over, and some were even chopped into pieces by long swords.

Prime Minister Zhang, who came to report the news, stood among a pile of shredded paper and rotten wood. He seemed to be obedient with his head lowered, but in fact, a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It’s good that King Ping hates that peasant girl. The more he hates her, the better.

How can a rude and impolite little village girl be worthy of a prince of noble status?

Only his gentle and virtuous daughter is worthy of marrying King Ping.

Only a family like the Prime Minister's Mansion is worthy of marrying into the Prince Ping's Mansion. A family like the Qiao family should just honestly farm for the rest of their lives!

When Prince Ping had vented enough and calmed down a little, Prime Minister Zhang added more fuel:

"However, the peasant girl refused the emperor's arranged marriage. She remained unmoved by the emperor's repeated threats and insisted on not accepting to be your princess. In the end, she even said that she had been engaged to the prince of Dingbei yesterday. Everyone knows that the prince of Dingbei just returned to the capital the day before yesterday, and the girl also came back with the prince. Why are they in such a hurry to get engaged? I think they are just guarding against the emperor's arranged marriage! Maybe the two of them have been hooking up for a long time, so even you, your Majesty, don't like her."

"Snapped!"

A valuable inkstone that had fallen to the ground and was still intact was picked up and smashed against the wall, leaving a small dent in the wall and breaking the inkstone.

The anger that had just subsided King Ping was aroused again. His eyes were red and he gnashed his teeth as if he wanted to eat someone.

"That cheap woman dares to despise me? She is so blind! Who is she? And what is the prince of Dingbei? I am the prince, the prince that my father loves the most. I am the only one who doesn't want her. How can I be despised by a lowly peasant girl? It's really absurd!"

King Ping was like a cat with its tail on fire. He was so angry that he ran around in the messy study, roaring, shouting, and smashing things.

Even Prime Minister Zhang, who was bent on stirring up trouble, was stunned by this crazy look and felt a little frightened.

This King Ping seemed to be quite gentle and polite before, how could he have such a crazy side?

If my daughter married him, would she be abused to death by him?

Thinking of that scene, Prime Minister Zhang couldn't help but shudder.

He had also heard about Prince Ping's homosexuality. The many wives and concubines in Prince Ping's inner courtyard had few children, but Prince Ping was always surrounded by handsome young men. This was no secret among some well-informed officials, and Prime Minister Zhang naturally knew about it.

However, as he put profit above all else, he never considered whether his daughter would be neglected and become a widow for the rest of her life if she married into Prince Ping's mansion.

He only knew that his daughter's reputation had been ruined and she couldn't get married anyway. If she could marry Prince Ping, even as a concubine, as long as the Prime Minister's Mansion could be tied to Prince Ping, then it would be the last bit of use her daughter could make.

If Prince Ping could succeed to the throne in the future, his daughter would at least be a concubine in the harem, and the Prime Minister's Mansion would be prosperous for decades.

Thinking of this, Prime Minister Zhang showed an expression of shared hatred and angrily joined in:

"That's right! She is just a peasant girl, but she is so ungrateful! A country girl is a country girl, she doesn't know the rules at all, and she has no sense of propriety. Unlike my Wan'er, she is well-versed in poetry and books, proficient in embroidery, knows right from wrong, and has no faults in etiquette! A lady from a noble family like my Wan'er is the virtuous wife who can help you, Your Majesty!"

"Humph! That stinky peasant girl, sooner or later I will let her know the consequences of despising me!"

After King Ping finished speaking viciously, he took the tea handed to him by the trembling servant beside him and took a big gulp, then turned his head and stared at Prime Minister Zhang.

"Old Zhang, you came here eagerly to tell me this, just to make me marry your daughter?"

Although King Ping was licentious and greedy, he still had some brains and immediately understood Prime Minister Zhang's intention.