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"Secondly, Your Highness is the master of the palace. As His Highness's husbands, we will all rely on His Highness in the future. Naturally, we must put His Highness' interests first in everything. If any husband or servant betrays his master and seeks glory, or frames His Highness, I will not let him off easily!"

"Third, Your Highness is the heir of the royal family. There will not be only a few husbands in the palace. There will certainly be new husbands in the future. Even so, everyone in the palace cannot lose the rules. If you want to sleep with me, you must follow my arrangement. When the palace is stable, I will send people to record the days and make a list, and implement the rotation system of sleeping with you!"

"Besides, from now on, except for the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, you don't have to come to Ditang Court to pay your respects to me every day!"

Upon hearing this, all the servants stood up and faced Murong Bai, saying, "We will follow the master's instructions!"

"Okay, you go down!"

Murong Bai wore a mask and deliberately supported his head, pretending to be sleepy.

When the servants saw this, they did not dare to stay any longer and left the main hall in twos and threes.

At this moment, Jiang Qingyan, with a dirty face and messy clothes, rushed over without a care. A sharp-eyed servant immediately stopped him and said, "Master Jiang, the master has not summoned you, you cannot go in!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, he became even more excited: "Master? Haha! Who is the master after all! He is such a mean person. I used to regard him as my best friend. But he took my wife away, lied to me, and sat on the throne of the princess in a pretentious manner!"

"Mr. Jiang, be careful with your words. If you slander the princess's son-in-law, you will be punished with a stick!" The servant who was blocking the way in front warned unhappily.

"Murong Bai! Why are you stopping me? Are you ashamed to see me!" Jiang Qingyan shouted, his anger surging.

"Lord Zhengjun invites Master Jiang to the hall to chat." Murong Bai's personal servant Shao Guan came out and said to Jiang Qingyan, "Master Jiang, please come in!"

Jiang Qingyan pushed aside the servant who was blocking his way and strode into the hall.

Rong Qiuli and Meng Feiji stopped and watched, and couldn't help shaking their heads.

Meng Feiji didn't know the truth of the matter, and asked in confusion: "Why is this Mr. Jiang so hostile to the Lord?"

"Brother Qiuli, do you know?"

Rong Qiuli looked stunned: "I don't know much about this matter, I only know that Jiang was once your highness's husband!"

"But later I heard that the marriage contract was forged, so..."

"I have heard about the previous events from my wife, but I didn't know that the marriage contract was fake. No wonder he was so excited. I guess he was dissatisfied with Master Murong occupying the position of the legitimate king!"

Rong Qiuli glanced at Meng Feiji calmly and said politely, "Brother Meng, I'll go back to the yard first!"

"Ah? All right! Then I won't keep Brother Qiuli to talk. See you another day."

After saying that, Meng Feiji walked away briskly.

Dong Qing looked at Meng Feiji who was going away, and said to his son, "Sir, it's time for you to fight for it!"

Rong Qiuli looked bewildered. He walked away and said in an inaudible voice, "What can I use to argue..."

Dong Qing burst into tears after hearing this. He wiped his tears and advised: "I know that you are still traumatized by the past, but it has been a long time."

"Look around this mansion, which young master hasn't slept with the emperor? Except for you and that young waiter named Sang Wan, all of them..."

"Sir, His Highness has many husbands. If you don't fight for him, are you going to watch His Highness do this to you..."

Rong Qiuli suddenly came to his senses. He looked up at the sky, took a breath and said, "Dongqing, you are right. I shouldn't run away anymore."

The slightly warm sunlight lazily sprinkled on the corridors of Ditang Courtyard, with mottled light and shadows, like a delicate ink painting.

In the hall, the aroma of tea and sandalwood wafted in the air, refreshing the heart. In the main seat, the once wise and almost demonic Master Wuchen was half-leaning on the soft couch, holding a celadon teacup in his hand. The body was as fine and clean as powder green, and the glaze was thin and translucent, which could be called top-grade.

The green tea in the teacup sparkles with a warm luster under the sunlight.

Murong Bai took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, gently combed his hair, and looked through the rising tea fragrance at Jiang Qingyan who was standing below and being captured.

He snorted coldly and said unhappily: "You know my identity, and you still want to take action?"

Jiang Qingyan's face was filled with jealousy, and his tone seemed to be filled with regret: "How could I believe you!"

Murong Bai waved his hand, and everyone waiting in the hall left.

"Ayan, I was ordered by His Majesty to marry you as his legitimate son. It is difficult to disobey the emperor's order. Why do you have to be so jealous of me?"

As soon as the words fell, the air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.

Jiang Qingyan's body trembled slightly, and his heart seemed to be stirred by a raging storm.

He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, and asked with tears in his eyes, "Yesterday, His Highness got married. You arranged for other young men to marry His Highness, but you only detained me. What was your intention?"

"I consider you my brother, why did you betray me!"

"Ayan, you and Song Xiang can't go back, don't you understand?"

Murong Bai looked at him like this and sighed inwardly.

In fact, he had no intention of imprisoning Jiang Qingyan. It was just that he had just entered the mansion and was busy with affairs, so he had no time to deal with Jiang Qingyan's affairs.

Furthermore, regarding the marriage, if Jiang Qingyan were really invited to the banquet, who knows what His Highness would do to embarrass Jiang Qingyan.

Therefore, he did not dare to gamble, and could only let Jiang Qingyan down. Unfortunately, Jiang Qingyan was blinded by love and lost the ability to think...

Jiang Qingyan couldn't believe it. The sudden words made him a little at a loss for a moment.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes full of fear and confusion, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something but was afraid to say those words.

Murong Bai coughed lightly, breaking the silence in the room: "A Yan, the relationship between you and His Highness is like an ice cellar. No matter how hard you try, you can't go back to the past."

"Don't you understand yet? When you left Xuan Yang, your relationship was over!"

Jiang Qingyan was so angry that he said, "No! It's not like that! Don't talk nonsense! Song Xiang and I have a marriage contract!"

Murong Bai did not show any mercy. He used a cold and majestic voice to tear off the last piece of fig leaf of Jiang Qingyan.

He said, "You said at the time that you and Song Xiang couldn't go back. Instead of staying in Xuanyang and suffering every day, you might as well go back to the capital!"

"Jiang Qingyan, even if you are unwilling, the matter has been settled and there is nothing you can do to change it!"

Jiang Qingyan felt exhausted. He pleaded with a glimmer of hope: "Wu Chen... No... Ah Bai, please allow me to be her husband, okay?"

"If you agree, I will come to pay my respects to you every day. I only ask that you allow me to stay by her side!"

He looked at Murong Bai cautiously: "Abai, I really can't live without Song Xiang..."

Murong Bai shook his head and said in a serious tone: "I can't make the decision on this matter. Without your Highness's approval, this matter cannot be accomplished..."

"Ayan, don't forget that your aunt is still being held in the prison of the Ministry of Justice!"

With just this one sentence, Jiang Qingyan fell to his knees in despair.

"Think about it carefully..."