Chapter 54: The Marquis of Jing's Manor

  In the Jinghou Mansion, all the servants were as quiet as cicadas in winter, careful about every move they made, fearing that a single sound would bring disaster.

  "Whoosh!"

  Bang!

  "Bang!!!"

  "What's going on here?! If I find out who's framing me, I'll make sure they won't die a good death! This is infuriating! It's really infuriating!"

  The Princess of Jing was anxiously pacing back and forth outside the hall, occasionally glancing inside but not daring to take another step forward. Every time she heard the furious roar coming from inside, she would involuntarily shudder. Just as she was hesitating about whether or not to go in and try to calm things down, a maid suddenly came running up and whispered something in her ear. The Princess of Jing's eyes lit up with joy, and she hastily urged: "Quickly, invite him in."

  The maid responded with a sound and quickly ran out. After a while, a mysterious man wearing a black cloak walked in.

  The princess hastily stepped forward and bowed her head to pay respects but was stopped by that person.

  "Whoosh!"

  Another sound came from inside the hall, and the black-clad man slightly raised his wind hat to reveal a delicate face. With an exasperated tone, he said, "Useless thing, only knows how to throw tantrums." His gaze turned again and glared fiercely at Princess Jing Hou, "And you, Princess Jing Hou, what are you doing?! Don't you know to advise Chun'er?!"

  "Yes, it is Aunt's fault." The Princess of Jing didn't dare to argue back and could only nod her head in a resigned manner.

  "Hmph! Two useless fools!" The man in black strode into the hall, his cloak fluttering behind him.

  "Stop messing around, you little scamp!"

  Yuan Longchun suddenly turned his head, looking at Zhao Yang Princess who was walking and taking off her cloak, with Jing Houfei following closely behind her. He let out a low hum, and casually threw the sheep fat jade bottle in his hand, heavily sitting down on a relatively intact chair.

  Zhaoyang Princess didn't mind, swept a glance at the chaotic scene around her, and softly comforted: "Alright, what's there to be angry about? Which of your brothers is not a troublemaker? It's never been you scheming against them, but rather they scheming against you! If you really can't swallow this, then muster up your spirit and think carefully about how to counterattack."

  Fiercely narrowing his eyes, Yuan Longchuan gritted his teeth and hatefully said: "I will make them know what kind of price they will pay for doing this!"

  "What are you going to do? Do you know who is causing trouble in Ji Province and other places?"

  "No matter who it is, those people will not let Ben Hou off. However... Lao San is the biggest obstacle for Ben Hou to seize the throne, no matter what, Ben Hou would rather mistakenly kill 10,000 than spare one."

  "Don't forget, apart from Long Xia, you also have a rival in Long Qi." A reminder from Zhao Yang's eldest princess that was not taken seriously.

  Yuan Longchun stood up with a cold smile, looked up at the sky outside the hall and said with certainty: "Lao Wu doesn't have that kind of ambition, there's no need to worry. Auntie can rest assured, if that little brat has any thoughts about the throne, I'll get rid of him immediately."

  The gate was tightly closed, as if it were deliberately opposing her. Several times in the summer, Xia Tian went to visit Xia Yang but was blocked by Jing Fei and sent back. However, just a few days later, Jing Fei specially sent someone to invite her over.

  She was still entering her brother and sister-in-law's bedroom for the first time, with no one accompanying or following her, not even a maid.

  On the door hung a pale purple tassel, which would gently sway when the wind blew by. The floor was covered with a white long-haired carpet, and the embroidered shoes stepped on it softly, without making a sound. The golden vase, the carved candle holder, the blue and white jade four-pillar stove, the white jade pot... every piece of furniture in the room was a masterpiece, its value not at all inferior to that of the Ling Wang Fu, and even surpassing it by a few degrees.

  Behind the screen, a large bed made of purple sandalwood hung with light beige gauze curtains, and a person could be vaguely seen lying on the bed.

  Summer slowly stepped forward, hesitated for a moment before reaching out to lift the mosquito net.

  Her long hair was unbound, a dark mass spread out on the pillow; her eyes were tightly closed, and her originally pale skin had a faintly greenish tint. The white undergarment was spotless, without a single wrinkle, and the soft arm that lay outside the covers was placed evenly at her sides, with slender fingers that were as pale as jade. She looked like a lifeless porcelain doll, except for the two eyebrows that flew upwards into her temples, which were the only different color on her face.

  In the summer, her eyes suddenly felt hot, and she couldn't believe that the haggard person in front of her was actually her big brother who used to be so carefree. How could he have fallen ill so severely? She sat down on the edge of the bed, hesitated for a moment, and gently grasped his hand.