The naughty and cowardly little crybaby sold himself out

Jing Muyang returned home after court session.

During the morning court session, Jing Muyang paid attention to his royal brothers, especially the crown prince, but they reacted normally and did not notice any clues. It seemed that the assassination attempt on him when he returned to Beijing had to be investigated secretly.

"Qingshan, what are they doing?"

"Nothing happened, but Prime Minister Chu and his wife came and are waiting in the flower hall. The princess just went there."

It was normal for the prime minister to come to the house. Although she was not welcomed at first sight, she was still the daughter of the prime minister after all.

Jing Muyang strode towards the flower hall.

Besides, Chu Jian went to the palace to meet his parents-in-law last night and received a lot of rewards. He slept until noon today, and just when he had finished packing, someone said that the Prime Minister came to his house to ask for an audience.

The Prime Minister is her cheap father, so it seems impossible not to see him. She can only go and take a look.

"Jin Xiang, when will Mu Yang come back?" I was a little nervous when I first met him.

She seemed a little at a loss when Jing Muyang was not around. Qingye didn't look like someone who could say a few words and was very serious. She didn't dare to get close to him. Fortunately, Jing Muyang transferred Jinxiang to her.

"The court has already ended and the Prime Minister has gone to his residence. The prince is probably on his way back."

When I first stepped into the flower hall, I saw a middle-aged man and woman. The man was still wearing court robes and looked dignified, while the woman was well-dressed and looked like a noble lady.

The three of them looked at each other for a while.

For the prime minister, if the emperor had not specifically requested that his daughter be buried with him, he probably would not have even remembered that he had a daughter, even though she had grown up.

His daughter had been raised in the countryside since she was born. Apart from having the housekeeper send her some money every year, he had never taken care of her. He had only seen her three times during her growth.

Once, shortly after she was born, he handed her over to the wet nurse and left;

One time, when he went back to his hometown to worship his ancestors, he went to see her. She was thin and small and still lying sick in bed. He left her a hundred taels and left.

The last time he saw her was when she was being transported back to the capital to be buried with the deceased. She was on her deathbed and his eyes were still trying to keep her eyes open. He turned around and asked the imperial physician how long Chu Jian could hold on for. Less than an incense stick of time had passed before he learned that she had passed away. He watched helplessly as she was carried lifeless into the coffin.

This is all the connection between them as father and daughter.

For the prime minister's wife, her parents-in-law in the countryside had passed away before she got married. Although she followed the prime minister back to worship their ancestors once, they returned to the ancestral home. Chu Jian was raised in his wet nurse's home, and as the prime minister's wife, she would not go to see him specifically, so she had never seen Chu Jian at all and felt very unfamiliar with him.

When I first met them, they didn't look like my parents at all, so I had no feeling at all.

The tea on the table had already been poured, but no one spoke first. She didn't know how to start talking when they first met, and she didn't want to acknowledge her father.

This is very embarrassing.

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"First time meeting you, I'm your father." The Prime Minister didn't wait for her to speak, and said angrily, "This is your mother."

"Oh, hello, hello!" Chu Jian nodded and smiled.

She didn't care about the rude prime minister she met for the first time. After all, she was just a country girl who she had never seen, managed, or taught any rules.

"Chu Jian, we came here because we have something to tell you." The Prime Minister said.

"Well, you said."

"Prince Zhan has returned safely now. Your sister is the Prince Zhan's consort appointed by the Emperor himself. You are not suitable."

"If it's not suitable, I've already taken over." Chu Jian frowned.

"Nice to meet you." The Prime Minister's wife smiled and stood up to sit beside her. She took off a gold bracelet that looked heavy but not very heavy from her hand and put it on her hand.

"Chu Jian, this is the first time your mother has seen you, and I am giving this to you as a meeting gift. Your father is also thinking about you and our entire Chu family. You grew up in the countryside, and you don't know how to play the piano, chess, calligraphy, or painting. You haven't learned any etiquette or rules, and you don't know anything. We are afraid that you will offend the prince in the palace, and you may offend the nobles in the palace, which could easily cost you your life, and it could also easily implicate us."

What the Prime Minister's wife said was true. When I first met her, she really didn't know any palace rules.

"so what?"

"So I discussed it with your father. For your own sake and for the sake of our family, let your sister marry into the palace and let her take care of you. After all, she is the legitimate concubine of the Emperor who was married to you."

That's right, Chu Xia was granted marriage by the emperor, while Chu Jian and Jing Muyang were just put together after their deaths, and they just matched their horoscopes and agreed verbally, but there was no formal engagement process.

The prime minister's wife looked down on her, thinking that she was just a rough country girl and giving her a bracelet was already a great gift.

"Two sisters share the same husband?" Chu Jian's eyes widened.

How ridiculous! Is it so direct? Is this what a parent would say?

"No, no, I don't want to share a husband with someone else." Chu Jian shook his head and waved his hands. "No, no, absolutely not!"

"It's not someone else, it's your sister Chuxia!" The prime minister was angry.

"Chu Xia?" So she has a sister here named Chu Xia? "Why didn't you find her a new man? With your status and position, she can definitely be the mistress. There's no need for her to be a concubine in the Zhan Palace."

"How can Chu Xia be a concubine? After she comes into the house, she will naturally replace your position as princess." How could the prime minister bear to let his precious daughter become a concubine.

This made Chu Jian very angry. How could they be so shameless?

"Who wants to replace my princess?!" Jing Muyang just happened to hear this.

"Greetings to His Majesty the King of War!" The Prime Minister and his wife saluted together.

Jing Muyang didn't seem to see them. He walked straight to her and took her hand, saying softly, "Have you been chatting for a long time?"

"No, I just said a few words." Chu Jian pouted.

"What did you talk about? You look so unhappy."

"They said they wanted Chu Xia to marry in and replace me!" Chu Jian was very angry! No matter what, she was going to file a complaint!

"I don't want it. I want you, only you." Jing Muyang smiled and scratched her nose, then turned back to look at the two people who were still standing up. "I have already reported to my father that I will marry Chu Jian on the nearest auspicious day. The imperial decree will come down soon. You should go back and prepare."

"War King..."

"Prime Minister! I am very satisfied with the princess you have chosen. As for Chuxia, you should choose another good husband." Jing Muyang interrupted him.

The words were very clear. When Chu Jian saw her, he took off the gold bracelet and returned it to the Prime Minister's wife. She didn't want it at all. She acted like everyone had seen gold before. Humph!

The prime minister and his wife left in dismay.

Sure enough, as soon as he returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, the imperial edict came down, and the wedding date was twenty days later.

When Chuxia heard the news, she almost twisted her handkerchief into pieces.

"Dad, my daughter wants to marry the King of War, even as a concubine."

There are many women who admire Jing Muyang, Chu Xia is especially so. In order to make herself as worthy of the King of War as possible, she practices music, chess, calligraphy, painting and dance. At the celebration banquet for Jing Muyang's return to Beijing, she stands out from all the talented women in the capital and catches the eye of the emperor and the imperial concubine. Taking advantage of the excitement, she directly grants Jing Muyang her marriage.

Jing Muyang was obviously willing at that time, and was happy later. The wedding date was even set, so why did it change in just a few months?

"Chuxia, a concubine is also a concubine!" The prime minister knew that his daughter was deeply in love with Jing Muyang.

"I don't care, I just want to be with him. Dad, can you go and beg the emperor?" Chu Xia cried anxiously. Perhaps she could start with the emperor. After all, the emperor was very satisfied with her as his future daughter-in-law. What's more, the royal backyard cannot have only one woman.

"You..." The prime minister sighed. His beloved daughter would rather be a concubine than marry him, but how could he bear to do that?

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