The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

The thick-skinned Cheng Youning couldn't stand such scolding. His face was red and he looked a little embarrassed. "Qiao Rong, I know I was wrong and I'm upset. Can you stop scolding me like this?"

Qiao Rong stopped talking again. Cheng Youning hated the way Qiao Rong ignored him the most. He knew that it was his own repeated mistakes that caused the consequences, but it was too late to blame him now. Shouldn't they work together to find a solution to the problem at this time? What's the point of getting angry?

"Qiao Rong, I know you like bananas!"

Qiao Rong blushed and immediately retorted: "That's not true!"

Cheng Youning glanced at Qiao Rong and said mercilessly: "Your face is as red as a monkey's butt. What else do you have to quibble about? It's not shameful to like bananas!"

"I don't!"

"It doesn't matter whether she has it or not. In fact, you two are not a good match. She is eight years older than you, and you are both old girls now."

Qiao Rong couldn't believe that these words came from Cheng Youning's mouth. If he couldn't keep Bajiao, then he couldn't keep it. What did it have to do with whether he and Bajiao were suitable for each other! He didn't expect Cheng Youning to say such words to him. Was he trying to comfort him? Qiao Rong was angry, and the words he said were not pleasant. "I remember that your highness's future concubine Hong Jiutong seemed to be nine years older than your highness. When she gets married, she will be an old girl!"

Cheng Youning stared at Qiao Rong, who was stiff-necked, and pursed his lips, clenched his teeth, as if he had a thousand words to say to Qiao Rong, but he finally pursed his lips, lowered his eyebrows, and then shook his sleeves vigorously and walked away angrily. Qiao Rong followed behind him not far away, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the two of them were quarreling again.

Forced by the situation, Cheng Youning, the crown prince of a country, also began to ask for help from others at this time.

He went straight to Prince Pang's palace. He wanted to ask his grandmother for help, because his grandfather was most afraid of his grandmother. If his grandmother could say a word for him, everything could be solved.

Unfortunately, when Princess Zhuoyang was mentioned, Madam Wan's face darkened, and she said to Cheng Youning, "Grandson, don't get involved in anything related to Princess Zhuoyang. Just listen to your grandfather's arrangements."

"Grandma, I don't need to interfere in Zhuoyang's affairs, but Grandpa wants my maid to marry her in his place. You know, Bajiao has been with me for many years and has always been diligent and conscientious in my yard. I don't want her to leave!"

"My grandson, it's no use telling grandma about this. I can't help you. Your grandpa is the king. What he says is the decree and cannot be taken back."

"Even if the imperial decree is unreasonable, can't we take it back?"

Cheng Youning wanted to argue, but Madam Wan scolded him, "Asshole, you actually questioned the emperor. Someone, take the prince to kneel in the ancestral hall! You are not allowed to come out without my permission!"

"Grandma, please don't worry about me. Bajiao is still waiting for her grandson to save her... Grandma, I won't talk nonsense anymore. Please let me go. I have something important to do..."

Begging for mercy was useless. In the Wan family, no one dared to disobey Old Madam Wan's wishes, not even Cheng Youning. He could only let the servants of the Wan family lock him up in the ancestral hall.

Cheng Youning sat on the cushion with mixed feelings. He had kneeled in this ancestral hall many times, but after becoming the crown prince, no one punished him to kneel in the ancestral hall anymore. Being a crown prince still had many privileges and benefits. Over the past few months, Cheng Youning had gradually realized this.

He was not afraid of kneeling in the ancestral hall, but now was not the time for him to kneel there with peace of mind. His head maid was still waiting for him to rescue her.

Cheng Youning was frustrated and powerless. He thought he was omnipotent, but now he couldn't do anything. Even the tragic fate of Bajiao marrying to the southern Yan Kingdom was caused by him. He was the culprit. Thinking of this, Cheng Youning regretted it in his heart. Why did he lend the gold medal to Zhuoyang? If Zhuoyang didn't come to Fengqi, he would still have these troubles!

Cheng Youning was inside the ancestral hall and Qiao Rong was outside. Neither of them spoke a word throughout the whole day.

Cheng Youning knew that Qiao Rong ignored him because he was being naughty.

But as the night fell and it was getting darker, Cheng Youning had no choice but to shamelessly say to Qiao Rong who was sitting across the window: "Go to the post station to find Bajiao and tell her that I will find a way to deal with her problem."

Qiao Rong responded indifferently. Cheng Youning had become a bird in a cage, and he didn't believe that this man could have any way to rescue Bajiao. Madam Wan locked him up just to prevent her from interfering in the matter.

However, Qiao Rong still obediently went to the post station to deliver the message, and came back an hour later.

"Your Highness, I failed in my duty and did not see Basho!"

"Your Qinggong skills are not bad, why didn't you sneak into the post station?"

"Your Highness, you don't know that Suixing sneaked into the wedding procession. He pretended to be the King of Kings who was executed by the Emperor. He set up airtight defenses throughout the post station and caught me climbing through the window. He warned me not to target Bajiao again. I was no match for Suixing, so I had to return in disgrace."

Cheng Youning slammed the ground hard, "You are all against me! This is clearly asking me to break my promise to Bajiao...Qiao Rong, where is my father!"

"The prince is waiting by the master's bedside."

"What about my mother?"

"Miss He Ye is not feeling well, the Crown Prince's Consort has gone to see He Ye!"

Cheng Youning frowned when he heard this. "Cousin He Ye didn't have a seizure even when she was kidnapped by bandits. Did someone provoke her today?"

Qiao Rong didn't say anything. Madam Wan was angry and He Ye was ill. These were all excuses. Only Cheng Feng serving the master at his bedside was real. The others were performed for Cheng Youning.

Everyone's attitude was very clear, which was not to let Cheng Youning interfere in this matter. Cheng Youning was a nine-year-old child who was more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything. Now, he had no chance of winning against a group of adults.

After a long while, Qiao Rong finally asked Cheng Youning: "Your Highness, are you hungry?"

Cheng Youning, who could not stand being hungry on weekdays, was now silent. No one gave him food, and there was no full meal inside the ancestral hall. If he wanted to eat, he could only wait for the bowl of white porridge tomorrow morning.

The more Cheng Youning thought about it, the angrier he became. He hated himself for causing trouble without knowing the seriousness of the matter, hated himself for loving money, hated himself for being weak and incompetent. His own maid couldn't even make decisions for herself, so what use could he be?

In the end, I even started crying out of grievance.

His crying did have some effect, and soon his father Cheng Feng came with food and drinks.

Hearing the door open, Cheng Youning, who was curled up on the mat, raised his head. Seeing that it was Cheng Feng who came, he knelt down on the mat quickly.

"You're kneeling in the ancestral hall and you're still lazy. If your grandmother knew, she'd be angry again." Cheng Feng knew that his son was not easy to take care of.