Chapter 240 The Right to Choose a Husband

Emperor Chongming's eyebrows were gloomy, and there was a deep and unpredictable color in his eyes. After a long time, he said calmly: "I heard that you brought a man back from outside?"

Ye Qingcheng nodded casually: "I picked it up on the road."

Picked up on the road?

The emperor's face darkened: "Pick up a man?"

"I just picked up a man." Ye Qingcheng's tone was calm, and he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it. "I thought he was pretty good-looking, so I picked him up and kept him by my side as a husband or something."

"Your Majesty, the princess is so ridiculous?" the emperor said coldly, "You are not young anymore. Since your marriage to Zhou Dynasty failed, shouldn't you consider choosing a consort?"

Ye Qingcheng said: "There are so many outstanding young masters from aristocratic families in Shu, and I am afraid that I will be dazzled and not know which one I should choose. If my father is really serious, why not let me hold a husband-selection banquet, just like the previous emperors?" I think it’s very interesting for my brother to choose his concubine.”

"Nonsense!" Emperor Chongming frowned and looked at her in disbelief, "I have always known that you are a bit deviant, but I didn't expect that you are so... so shocking, you..."

Ye Qingcheng raised his eyebrows: "Father, do you think your son has no right to choose a husband?"

When Emperor Chongming was about to speak, Ye Qingcheng already smiled lightly: "The Queen Mother can keep a male favorite in the palace without caring about the royal family's face. What's wrong with a serious princess like your minister?"

"you--"

"My father is not in good health. It's better to think about the important things in the country these days. I don't need to worry about my father's marriage." She bowed gracefully and calmly, "I plan to hold a husband selection banquet in a while. , choose a few beautiful ones to keep around you, and if necessary, you can even ask the Queen Mother for advice.”

Emperor Chongming was furious: "You are so presumptuous! So presumptuous! Cough cough cough cough..."

"Your Majesty!" The personal attendant was startled and hurriedly patted his chest, and ordered the palace attendants on the left and right to bring him a cup of tea. "Your Majesty, please calm down. I will send someone to the Imperial Physician... Ninth Princess, please stop saying a few words." Well, the emperor is so angry..."

The palace attendant brought the tea cup. When she passed by Ye Qingcheng, she raised her hand to wipe the temperature of the tea cup, and then flicked her finger: "Bring it to Father."

Emperor Chongming drank the tea and breathed a sigh of relief, his face still looking a bit livid and gloomy.

"Father, please rest earlier. Take care of the dragon's body first." Ye Qingcheng bowed, "My son, please leave first."

After that, he turned around and walked out of the emperor's palace.

Emperor Chongming closed his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed tiredly.

His attitude towards his daughter has always been a bit unpredictable. He is indifferent but does not dare to suppress it too much. Occasionally, he can't help but feel a little guilty when he thinks about her mother's family. But when he thinks about the blood flowing in her body, he can't help but feel sad. Being restrained will give rise to fear, so I always avoid it.

Ye Qingcheng is undoubtedly the most withdrawn but bold among all the princes and princesses. She has never been afraid of the emperor, nor is she respectful and flattering. Her eyes that seem to see through everything always frighten Emperor Chongming. He was furious at her disrespect but could do nothing about it, so he thought of sending her to Da Zhou, out of sight.

But he didn't expect that she would come back like a ghost.

Emperor Chongming leaned against the bedside with a headache, and his chamberlain gently rubbed his temples: "Would the Emperor want to sleep for a while?"

"Can I sleep?" Emperor Chongming asked tiredly, "You will send someone to check later and find out the identity of the person Qingcheng brought back to the Princess Mansion."

"This slave obeys your orders."

…

Ye Qingcheng walked out of the emperor's palace and walked towards the palace gate alone, when a sudden shout came from his ears: "Ninth Princess!"

Ye Qingcheng stopped and turned to look at the person.

"Princess Ninth." Zhang Fu, who was wearing a blue uniform as a chamberlain, bowed and saluted. Although his tone was respectful, he said with a bit of arrogance, "The Empress, please invite the princess to come over."

Queen?

Ye Qingcheng was not surprised at all that the queen knew the news that she had entered the palace to meet the saint so quickly, but went to see her?

Her face was pure and beautiful, her eyebrows were indifferent, she stared at him for a long time, and then she smiled faintly: "I am really tired after a long journey back from the palace. I don't have time to see the queen today. If you have anything to do, we will talk about it another day."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left without even looking at him.

No time?

Zhang Fu was so shocked that he didn't know how to react. It wasn't until Ye Qingcheng really walked away that he turned his head in disbelief and looked at the figure walking towards the palace gate without looking back, "Ninth Princess!"

Ye Qingcheng's slender back looked lonely, and she ignored his shouts.

Back at Ninth Princess Mansion, Yunting was practicing calligraphy.

In the past three years, he has become accustomed to being quiet. When he has no tasks, he often stays alone, practicing calligraphy, playing chess alone, or just lying quietly with his eyes closed, calming down and reminding himself time and time again. Tolerate.

The more you tolerate it, the more it becomes a habit.

Ye Qingcheng walked into Qingyun Hall and saw him standing alone beside a long case with his hands on his hands. A wisp of deep breath diffused from the bronze furnace on the case. A piece of rice paper was laid flat on the case. On the paper, the word "forbearance" was freshly written in ink. The handwriting is calm and sharp, and there is no trace of the emotions in his master's heart from the words.

After standing next to him and looking at him for a long time, Ye Qingcheng's eyes turned slightly and fell on his gentle face. A soft look gradually appeared in his eyes, "Have you had to bear it hard for these three years?"

Even though she knew it was nonsense, she still asked.

How can it not be hard work?

With a broken family and a blood feud, how could it not be hard work?

"It was hard work." Yunting put down his pen and looked up at the setting sun outside the window. "Fortunately, it's all over."

Is it all over?

Can three years of forbearance be passed away with just a bland "It's all over"?

Those lives that have passed away cannot be restored, and those who have left can never be seen again, so how can they pass?

Ye Qingcheng was silent for a moment: "I came out of the emperor's palace just now and met Zhang Fu beside the queen. Ye Yan is missing. The most anxious person must be the queen. She only has such a biological son. If something happens to Ye Yan, not only will he get the throne Otherwise, she, the Queen, may not end up well."

Yunting was silent: "She didn't deserve a good death."

"Yunting." Ye Qingcheng looked at his profile and suddenly chuckled, "Are you interested in playing the role of male favorite for a few days?"

Um?

Yunting turned to look at her, his lips pursed slightly.

"I went to the palace today, and the news of my return must have spread throughout the harem and the palaces. Then there will be groups of people eager to come to me to inquire about the news." Ye Qingcheng smiled lightly, "Maybe I should let go Use your hands and feet to play a wonderful game with them.”

As she said that, she reached out and lifted Yunting's chin: "So, I will probably have to wrong you for a few days."