Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up
Chapter 46: Crown Prince Consort!
CHAPTER 46: CHAPTER 46: CROWN PRINCE CONSORT!
Yao Qing was momentarily lost in thought.
Soon, she pulled herself together and managed a forced smile at Zhao Yi.
"Jing’Er must have his reasons."
She seemed to be convincing herself as she asserted, "You said it yourself, that thing is very important to him. That’s why he took the risk to retrieve it. It must be like this!"
Hearing this, Zhao Yi waved his hand dismissively.
"It’s fine if you lie to me. I have no relation to that little monk, his matters don’t concern me."
"But don’t deceive yourself!"
"You’ve sacrificed so much for him, even going to the extent of giving yourself to someone like me, yet he doesn’t even glance your way. It’s indeed quite distressing."
As soon as these words were spoken, the psychological defenses Yao Qing had just built up crumbled instantly.
Yao Qing’s eyes immediately turned red with pain, with tears welling up.
"Jing’Er..."
Zhao Yi sighed, stepped forward, embraced her, and comforted her softly, "The moment I saw that monk, I knew he was an ungrateful white-eyed wolf! Don’t worry, leave this to me, I’ll have someone kill him for you to vent your anger!"
"No!" Yao Qing suddenly sat up, pleading, "Please spare Jing’Er. I’ll do whatever you want?"
Hearing this, Zhao Yi immediately protested, "What are you saying? Am I, the Prince, one who exploits others’ misfortunes?"
Yao Qing lowered her head, looking at the mischievous hand, her delicate face flushing red as a sheet of red cloth!
Zhao Yi remained unfazed, righteously declared, "Who in Shengjing City doesn’t know, I, the Prince, am a renowned gentleman, always disdainful of kicking someone when they’re down!"
Yao Qing’s teeth were nearly ground to pieces.
She had never encountered such a shameless person!
Although feeling both ashamed and angry, she was at someone else’s mercy and had no choice but to endure.
In the end, she couldn’t bear it anymore, held down Zhao Yi’s hand, and pleaded, "Please... not here..."
Zhao Yi laughed heartily, lifted her into his arms, and then turned and headed to the bedchamber.
At that moment, Huang Ying unexpectedly appeared behind Zhao Yi and asked, "Master, what should we do with that person?"
"Your Highness..."
Yao Qing held onto Zhao Yi’s neck, her eyes full of pleading.
Zhao Yi paused for a moment, sighed, and said, "Fine, let him go."
Upon hearing this, Yao Qing’s face filled with gratitude.
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
Witnessing this, Huang Ying sneered.
What’s the use of her large chest?
She doesn’t have a single brain cell!
She doesn’t even use her pig’s brain to think it through.
In this Shengjing City, if the master really wanted to kill someone, would it be that troublesome?
Sold and still counting the money for others.
This woman is the second most foolish person Huang Ying has ever met!
The first is Su Qianqian!
Huang Ying sneered.
Then, upon spotting the wine jar on the table, her eyes lit up.
Rouge!
She hadn’t tasted this world-famous wine yet!
Huang Ying glanced around, seeing that Qing Feng wasn’t there, immediately chuckled.
The Sixth Prince didn’t have an Imperial Consort, so the two female officials were the highest in the household.
With Qing Feng absent, this wine was hers!
Just then, a tall and burly Black Shadow suddenly descended from the sky.
He sniffed the air.
Then precisely locked onto the wine jar on the stone table!
"What a waste!"
Zhao Mian looked at the wine cup that Zhao Yi had poured for Yao Qing but she hadn’t touched, immediately dissatisfied!
"That coarse barbarian of a Sixth Prince doesn’t appreciate fine wine! Such crude drinking, it’s like roasting a crane in a piano fire, what a waste!"
Huang Ying finally recognized him, her face falling, dejectedly said, "Second Prince, what brings you here?"
Zhao Mian was renowned in Shengjing City as a drunkard.
Now that Zhao Mian arrived, there would be no share of the wine for her!
Sure enough!
Zhao Mian was not one to stand on ceremony.
He directly grabbed the wine jar into his arms!
Then he looked at Huang Ying, frowned, and said, "Little Huang Ying, you seem unwelcome to me?"
Huang Ying hurriedly shook her head, "How could that be, I very much welcome you!"
Zhao Mian did not waste words with her either.
He reached for the untouched wine cup, poured it back into the wine jar, and only then nodded with satisfaction.
Zhao Mian patted the wine jar, sighed, "Unexpectedly, I can still taste Rouge again one day! That stingy Sixth Prince, it’s harder to get a jar of wine from him than to take his life!"
After speaking, he looked at Huang Ying warily: "Little Huang Ying, you’re not thinking of taking this jar of wine, are you?"
Huang Ying quickly shook her head: "No, no, how could that be, this servant doesn’t like drinking!"
"That’s good then!" Zhao Mian patted the wine jar, satisfied, "This Prince is counting on this half jar of rouge for the rest of my life. If you dare to take it, I might have to spar with you a bit!"
Huang Ying hurriedly shook her head again.
At this moment, Zhao Mian heard some noise and glanced back toward Zhao Yi’s sleeping quarters, curling his lips in disdain.
"Old Sixth is still young! What’s so good about women, can they smell as wonderful as fine wine?"
After saying this, Zhao Mian leaned down to take a sniff at the wine jar, exclaiming in intoxicated delight, "There’s no greater pleasure in this world than this!"
Then, without any visible movement, he vanished from the spot.
Staring at the now empty stone table, Huang Ying looked regretful.
She still hadn’t tasted that wine!
The next day!
When Zhao Yi woke up, Yao Qing was no longer in his embrace.
Recalling last night’s absurdity, Zhao Yi felt a little unsatisfied.
The only regret Zhao Yi had was that the Primordial Yin Qi was not as nourishing as Yao Qing had said.
Yao Qing wanted to manipulate the Primordial Yin Qi to help Zhao Yi break through the Mystical Gate.
Yao Qing almost doubted life!
If she didn’t feel the surging Primordial Energy within her, she would almost think her years of cultivation were in vain!
Zhao Yi finally gave up hope.
It seemed that what Master Miaoyin said was true; his aptitude really was as mediocre as a fool’s!
As Zhao Yi was thinking this, he suddenly paused.
He blinked, then rubbed his eyes incredulously, and finally confirmed it!
"Damn!"
Zhao Yi sat up with a start, hastily pulling the quilt to cover himself, staring at Master Miaoyin who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, his soul almost scared out of his body!
Zhao Yi exclaimed in exasperation: "Are you a ghost? How can you make no sound at all? Do you know how much you scared me?"
Master Miaoyin, seeing Zhao Yi wrapped up like a dumpling, curled her lips disdainfully: "What part of you haven’t I seen already?"
After speaking, she didn’t wait for Zhao Yi to respond, directly throwing a scroll onto Zhao Yi.
"What’s this?" Zhao Yi asked suspiciously, picking up the scroll.
Master Miaoyin said casually: "A Holy Decree for succession!"
"Damn!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi, as if he had touched hot coal, immediately threw the scroll away.
He looked at Master Miaoyin, eyes wide: "Has Father passed away?"
Master Miaoyin shook her head: "Not yet."
Zhao Yi couldn’t believe it: "Father hasn’t passed away yet, and you all dare to decide on succession, have those old guys at the Imperial Clan Court gone mad?"
Master Miaoyin, hearing this, looked at him oddly: "Those old guys went mad long ago, didn’t you know?"
Zhao Yi’s tone paused, retorting angrily: "You know that’s not what I meant!"
Master Miaoyin waved her hand, interrupting him: "I know what you meant!"
"There are three Holy Decrees. This one is the decree for succession. I happened to be passing by, so I brought it to you. Once the emperor disperses his cultivation, you can ascend the throne directly."
"Another decree is being sent to your house by people from the Imperial Clan Court, appointing you as Crown Prince, it should arrive soon."
Zhao Yi paused in confusion: "What about the third one?"
Master Miaoyin raised an eyebrow: "The third one appoints Su Qianqian as the Crown Prince Consort, and it’s being sent to the Death Prison."
After saying this, she clicked her tongue twice: "Appointing a Crown Prince Consort in the Death Prison, this is a first for the Great Xia Dynasty, it’s quite interesting!"
Zhao Yi frowned: "I get you want me to be Crown Prince, but why appoint Su Qianqian as Crown Prince Consort when I’m about to annul the engagement?"
Master Miaoyin, hearing this, said disdainfully: "You’re really ignorant!"
Zhao Yi paused: "What do you mean?"
Master Miaoyin said with irritation: "An annulment is a personal matter! As a Prince, you must report to the Imperial Clan Court, then the clan leader of the Zhao family approves it with a vermillion seal for the annulment to take effect."
"Appointing the Crown Prince is a public matter! After Xuanzhen Temple and the Imperial Clan Court agreed, the emperor affixed the Jade Seal on the decree, and the appointment is complete!"
At this point, Master Miaoyin shrugged.
"The clan leader of the Zhao family is the emperor, and he’s currently mad, where are you going to find him to get his vermillion seal? So, your engagement with Su Qianqian is still legally valid."
"Appointing the Crown Prince is different. Both I and the Head of the Clan Court agreed for you to be the Crown Prince, and the Empress who’s managing state affairs affixed the Jade Seal on the decree, so the appointment is complete."
"Since Su Qianqian is nominally your future consort, and you’ve been appointed as the Crown Prince, she should rightfully become the future Crown Prince Consort."
Dammit!
Is this female protagonist that hard to get rid of?
Zhao Yi grumbled: "Can’t you just kill her first, then appoint the Crown Prince?"
Upon hearing this, Master Miaoyin looked at him as if he were a pile of dung.
"Saying you’re ignorant is a compliment!"
"Do you think an Imperial Consort is like cabbage on the street?"
"Even ordinary people need government approval for a divorce, do you think you can kill an Imperial Consort just like that?"
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