Chapter 8 Jiang Jingyue Asks for a Meeting

Emperor Zhaocheng walked to the outer hall, turned around and ordered: "Secure this place, no one is allowed to disturb Miss Yan's rest."

"yes."

"Prince." Emperor Zhaocheng turned his eyes slightly and looked at Mu Xiuhan without emotion, "You are a man after all. Now that your engagement with Yan Li has been canceled, men and women cannot be intimate, so now go back to your East Palace and kneel down to copy " Tao Te Ching fifty times.”

"Fifty times?" The queen heard this sentence when she came out, and her face suddenly changed, "Your Majesty——"

Emperor Zhaocheng turned his head and looked at her indifferently: "What else does the queen want to say?"

Mu Xiuhan clenched his hands tightly, feeling resentful and angry for a moment. His father had protected Yan Li to such an extent that he did not hesitate to treat him as the prince like this.

What did he do wrong? Is it wrong that he doesn't want to marry Yan Li?

"Why are you still standing there?" Emperor Zhaocheng looked at Mu Xiuhan coldly, "Are you dissatisfied with my punishment?"

Mu Xiuhan came back to his senses, quickly covered up the resentment in his eyes, lowered his head and said, "I don't dare, I will accept the order."

After he finished speaking, he stood up. His legs, which had been kneeling for more than two hours, were sore and painful. It was like there were awls digging into his bones in his knees. Mu Xiuhan resisted the urge to reach out and rub his knees, stiffly. He turned around and walked out, his steps sluggish and the pain unbearable.

"Your Majesty." There was a hint of crying in the Queen's voice, "The Prince has never suffered such a serious crime. The Emperor punished him by kneeling for so long. Doesn't that still offset his fault?"

"Offset?" Emperor Zhaocheng looked at the queen with disappointment, "It's beyond my expectation that you can say such a thing."

"emperor?"

"The prince is the crown prince of a country. His ambition and behavior are related to the country. A wrong decision will lead to disastrous consequences. How can he kneel down for a while to offset it?" Emperor Zhaocheng smiled coldly, "Since you want to offset it, What do you think about letting the prince get the same beating that Yan Li received?"

The queen's face turned green and white, and she stiffly lowered her head to admit her mistake: "I made a mistake."

"Fengyang Palace is temporarily letting Yan Li recover from his injuries. The queen does not need to come here often." Emperor Zhaocheng walked out with his hands behind his hands. There were many more people inside and outside the palace gate, "Don't forget the prince's wedding ceremony tomorrow. "

The queen clenched her hands tightly and almost gritted her teeth with hatred.

…

That night, except for the medical girl and the palace maid, no one came to disturb her, and Yan Li slept soundly.

She woke up hungry the next morning.

The doctor changed her dressing twice during the night. When changing the dressing, she simply wiped her body and changed her clothes. When she got up in the morning, the swelling on Yan Li's face had completely subsided, and the injuries on her body were still painful, but her spirits were obviously improved. Many of them had a bright look on their face and eyes, and they didn't look like a seriously injured person at all.

"Girl." The palace maid helped her wash up. "The slave brought a bowl of bird's nest. The doctor said that eating bird's nest is good for the recovery of injuries."

Yan Li didn't say anything, her face and eyes were so calm that she didn't look like a girl of this age should have.

While being served by the palace maid, Yan Li quietly washed her hands, face, and mouth. Then she got up from the bed and stood on the ground.

"Girl." Doctor Bai ran over quickly, with a worried look on her face, "You can't get out of bed yet."

"It doesn't matter." Yan Li finally spoke, her voice as cold as snow and full of authority, "Has Jiang Jingyue been taken into the palace?"

"Yes." Before dawn, the palace sedan left the palace gate.

Yan Li walked to the window and stood there. Bai Die brought her a coat and put it on her face: "The girl's injury is not healed yet, don't catch a cold."

Yan Li didn't speak. She was thinking about the current situation in her mind. The place she was in was the Mu Kingdom's palace. Only then did she regain her consciousness and remember something more important.

Why did Emperor Zhaocheng love Yan Li so much?

In Yan Li's memory, she only remembered that her mother's name was Jiang Yi, but she had no idea what she looked like.

Yan Li also had no idea who her father was—that is, the man her mother had privately chosen for life.

But if she remembered correctly, the queen of the Jin Dynasty next door also seemed to have the surname Jiang.

The reason why the emperor of Mu State loves Yan Li so much should be because of her mother.

"Miss." A female official walked in and bowed to Yan Li, "Miss Jiang, please see me. Do you want to see her?" m.

Yan Li came to his senses so quickly?

Turning her head to look at the female officer, she said calmly: "What's your name?"

"Your servant Qinglian is the female official of Fengyang Palace. She is responsible for taking care of the girl's food, clothing and daily life, and managing other maids in the palace."

Yan Li hummed: "Let Jiang Jingyue come in."

"yes."

A palace maid brought the bird's nest over and said, "The girl still has some difficulty in moving. I will serve the girl to eat."

"No, I'll do it myself." Yan Li took the bird's nest, took the white jade spoon and started eating slowly.

There were four medical ladies and eight palace maids in the palace. Some were in charge of meals, some were in charge of clothes, some were in charge of washing, and some were in charge of sleeping... At this time, more than a dozen people stood aside quietly, not daring to look at Yan Li. Even though I have some doubts in my heart, I always feel that this Miss Yan does not match the rumored image of someone who lives under someone else's roof.

The princesses in the palace always looked down upon the prince's fiancée when they mentioned her, saying that she was an orphan. It would be nice to call her the cousin of the prince's family, but she was far inferior to the serious daughter-in-law Jiang Jingyue. .

But when I heard her speak today, there was nothing humble or cowardly about her. Instead, she felt an indescribable and terrifying pressure.

The maids had this thought in their minds, but they didn't dare to show it. After all, even the prince was punished, so who dared to be rude to Yan Li?

Jiang Jingyue walked in quickly, thinking that Yan Li was still unconscious on the bed, but after entering the palace, she found that Yan Li's condition seemed to have improved a lot.

"Sister." Jiang Jingyue suppressed her emotions and raised her face with the same gentle smile as in the past in the Taifu Mansion, "How is your injury?"

Yan Li ate the bird's nest quietly and didn't speak.

Jiang Jingyue's expression was slightly stiff, and then she smiled again: "I married the prince."

Yan Li was still silent, and her attitude was indifferent and alienated.

Jiang Jingyue frowned slightly, and couldn't help looking up and carefully looking at Yan Li. The girl in front of her was still the same girl, thirteen or fourteen years old, weak and delicate. Except for a stunning face that always made people jealous, there was no other change.

But she looked like a different person at this time.

"Yan Li." Jiang Jingyue quickly smiled and said, "I——"

Yan Li's voice was cold: "What are you doing here?"