The princess was ordained by Heaven.

Chapter 160 Trouble at the Inn

The emperor, watching this scene, grew increasingly angry, and asked himself again: "Why should I?"

He moved closer and heard Zheng Xun's gentle voice coaxing him: "You've passed halfway through this ordeal. Don't worry, I said you could live, and you will live. Trust me, trust Lingyin, okay?"

While she was speaking, Consort Chun listened quietly, and only nodded obediently after she finished speaking.

emperor:?

He counted on his fingers his concubines: Consort De preferred Consort Shu, Consort Xian preferred Xiao Liu and Yuan Jia, Consort Liang preferred Gong Quan, Consort Duan preferred chanting Buddhist scriptures, and Consort Chun preferred Yuan Jia…

Okay, okay, so he's the real loner, isn't he?

He coughed lightly twice, seemingly annoyed, in an attempt to attract the attention of Zheng Xun and Consort Chun.

But the two continued talking, completely unaware of his movements.

He coughed twice more, and this time, someone finally noticed him, but it was Zhao Lingyin who had been daydreaming.

She sternly grabbed the emperor's hand and placed her fingers on his wrist to feel his pulse.

A moment later, a look of doubt gradually appeared on her face.

She refused to believe it and wanted to continue experiencing it, but the emperor had already withdrawn his hand with a dark expression: "I am fine."

Zhao Lingyin is truly despicable.

I've never seen such a despicable person!

Zhao Lingyin glanced at him silently, her gaze carrying a profound meaning.

She didn't say anything, but it was as if she said everything.

The emperor's forehead veins throbbed slightly, and he gritted his teeth, shouting fiercely, "Zhao Lingyin!"

Zhao Lingyin sighed helplessly, "This humble woman is here."

What were Zheng Xun and Consort Chun talking about at this moment?

Consort Chun asked, "Why do I feel that the Emperor would prefer someone like Zhao Lingyin?"

Zheng Xun denied it categorically: "No."

Consort Chun felt her guess was correct and asked indignantly, "Why?"

Zheng Xun looked at her with affection: "You don't want to know the answer."

Consort Chun snorted twice: "Hurry up and tell me!"

Zheng Xun ignored her.

However, her ability to pester him was truly remarkable. Zheng Xun could say he wouldn't say it, but he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

【Why else? Zhao Lingyin is incredibly talented. Taking her into the harem would be a waste of her abilities. She should use her talents to contribute to the Great Yong Dynasty.】

As Consort Chun wished, she learned the answer, but along with it, her mood plummeted to rock bottom.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh.

She didn't know what she was feeling melancholy about.

She has no skills, no intention of learning in a down-to-earth manner, yet she cannot endure hardship and yearns for worldly power and wealth.

She had nothing, and her abilities did not match her ambitions.

Entering the palace was the path she chose, so of course she had to walk it well.

She can't regret it, and she won't regret it.

Fearing that Zheng Xun would notice something amiss, she didn't dare to remain silent for too long, and casually asked, "Even the Emperor doesn't speak to me, can we really manage like this?"

Zheng Xun chuckled softly, as if he had heard something interesting, his voice as low as Consort Chun's: "Don't worry, my father and I are the same kind of people. I like you, and he will definitely like you too."

Consort Chun's lips twitched slightly.

Fortunately, Zheng Xun wasn't a man, otherwise she was afraid she wouldn't have been able to handle it.

Well, that's not right either. She's only ten years old. Even if it were a boy, she wouldn't be interested.

Hmph, little brat.

After cursing in her heart, she muttered to herself, "That's not necessarily true..."

“Consort Chun, you may have some misunderstanding about emperors,” Zheng Xun said with a smile as the emperor continued to argue with Zhao Lingyin. “Who told you that he only likes one type?”

Consort Chun: ...

She understood; her perspective wasn't broad enough.

Which emperor didn't have three palaces and six courtyards? Of course, he wanted to pick a flower of every type.

Men are different; they don't have to be chaste. Even if they like several women at the same time, they'll at most be called philanderers.

She exclaimed, "It's so great to be a man; you have so many choices."

Zheng Xun glanced at her and shook his head: "You misspoke, it's that having power and influence is really good."

To put it bluntly, if Consort Chun lived long enough to outlive the emperor, then given her status, it wouldn't be impossible for her to secretly raise a few obedient and well-behaved concubines.

If she had been the emperor back then, she certainly wouldn't have punished her for this.

Moreover, given that she was so much younger than the emperor, this idea wasn't impossible to realize.

However, she wouldn't bring up such things to Consort Chun. After all, the emperor was her father, and she was afraid that if she got too carried away with her enthusiasm, Consort Chun might actually have thoughts of killing the emperor.

At this point, Consort Chun still didn't take Zheng Xun's words seriously. What could women do, no matter how powerful or influential they were? No matter how much they struggled, that was all they could achieve.

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and the emperor finally lost his temper with anger at Zhao Lingyin.

He really wanted to teach her a lesson and show her what true power was.

However, Zhao Lingyin kept referring to herself as Princess Yuanjia, appearing completely unconcerned.

I know she's valued by Yuan Jia, but so what? Can't an emperor control her?

Well, he really couldn't handle Yuan Jia's people.

Having been emperor for so many years, he hadn't experienced the bitterness of swallowing a bitter pill in a long time, yet he had a daughter with a rebellious nature, who had also gathered several rebellious subordinates...

He sighed inwardly for a moment, and seeing that Zheng Xun and Consort Chun had finally finished their conversation, he quickly sent Zhao Lingyin away: "Consort Chun's medicine hasn't been prescribed yet, has it?"

Zhao Lingyin scratched her head and stepped forward to take Consort Chun's pulse.

After taking her pulse, she bowed formally to Zheng Xun and the Emperor, and then went to arrange the prescription for Consort Chun.

Because they were just making room for Zhao Lingyin, Zheng Xun had already stood to the side. The emperor seized the opportunity, and as soon as Zhao Lingyin left, he sat down next to Consort Chun.

Zheng Xun: Naïve!

After Zhao Lingyin, who had angered the emperor, left, he returned to normal.

The imperial majesty that had just vanished was now draped over his shoulders again. He held Consort Chun's hand and asked in a low voice, "Are you still feeling unwell?"

Consort Chun raised her head slightly, and from this angle, her already small face appeared even thinner.

This ordeal seems to have exposed all her underlying health issues.

Consort Chun gently nudged him: "Your Majesty, your health is of utmost importance. I am not feeling well, so please stay away from me."

The emperor did not respond, but simply cupped her hand in his and began to recount the interesting events that had occurred that day.

Consort Chun listened quietly to him speak, her gaze focused, her clear eyes reflecting his image.

To be honest, this scene really does have a touch of the idyllic romance of a perfect couple.

Zheng Xun left quietly without disturbing them.

Before leaving, she closed the door behind her and dismissed all the palace servants in the room.

A peaceful night.

It seemed calm.

Only the locals living near the inn knew that a storm was brewing that night.

The firelight from the post station illuminated half the sky, and the people were somewhat uneasy. However, those who had lived near the capital for a long time always had an innate sense of danger.

Moreover, the government responded promptly, with the capital's garrison surrounding the post stations and reassuring each one individually, thus preventing a major disturbance.

The next day, some curious people went to the post station to take a look, but all they found was a charred ruin.

The Jingji Guard searched through the ruins for bodies, but only found some broken bones.

The common people dared not discuss it openly, but a rumor secretly spread.

The main figure in the rumor is the mad king of the Brown Kingdom. He went mad because he was hungry in the middle of the night and could not find food that suited his taste. He killed several Brown Kingdom envoys and then burned down the post station.

In the end, only one minister, the king himself, and his extremely favored concubine escaped.

The moment Zheng Xun heard that Mu Zhuo was injured, he understood his plan.

She rushed over to see him in a great hurry.

His injuries were serious; the knife wound to his heart was extremely dangerous, and if it had been slightly off, he would have died.

Moreover, in the fire, in order to protect the troublesome Prince Chou, he suffered several burns, all of which were large burn marks.

It's no exaggeration to say that when Zheng Xun got close to him, he could even smell the aroma of roasted meat.

She asked him coldly, "What's going on?"

Mu Zhuo smiled and said, "A few minor injuries, but fortunately, everything was done perfectly."

Minor injury? Zheng Xun wouldn't believe his nonsense.

She sneered with a forced smile, "You call making yourself look half-dead perfect? ​​You really know how to comfort yourself."

Mu Zhuo was a little listless after being scolded by her stern tone.

"Mu Zhuo, your childhood sweetheart has been gone for many years. You now have a wife and a daughter. Although your wife may not be to your liking, she takes care of the household affairs and manages the relationships for you. When you were working in the court, she was always helping you to mediate and handle all the affairs in the rear in an orderly manner. She doesn't ask for much, only 'peace'. As her husband, can't you even meet this small request of hers?"

"Your daughter is exceptionally talented, but she has been placed in the wrong place. Although you disregarded the advice of others and brought her back from her husband's home, even forcing her husband to write a divorce agreement, she still suffers constant ostracism and is even afraid to leave the house. Can you really trust her? If something happens to you, who will support her?"

"Mu Zhuo, I know you care about your childhood sweetheart, but she is gone. You should cherish the person in front of you. If you can't let go of your hatred, then slowly plot against her, but you must not risk your own safety."

Mu Zhuo listened quietly to her rant, and only spoke after she finished: "Princess, I know all that you've said. Don't worry, I was careful with my actions, I won't die. As long as the Emperor of the Brown Kingdom sees my wounds, their suspicions will be greatly reduced. You know, this is the best option."

His words were half true and half false, but Zheng Xun was only offering advice and could not make the decision for him.

I just hope he can come back safe and sound and not ruin his own life.

After visiting Mu Zhuo and leaving, Zheng Xun suddenly realized that something was wrong.

What was she supposed to do after transmigrating to the Dayong Dynasty?

Why does she feel like she's become a mother hen, worrying about her subordinates' mental and personal issues every day?

What happened to the promised mastery of strategy and the ability to defeat a hundred enemies single-handedly?

She thought about it and realized that she couldn't be blamed.

The main reason is that her subordinates are very capable; she only needs to make a start, and they can handle everything perfectly.

What can she do?

With such capable subordinates, she certainly couldn't let them suffer any injustice.

Yes, they protect Dayong, and she protects them—it makes perfect sense!