After I got into the drama, I led the plot astray

I went to the front yard and found Wei Yi getting impatient waiting. When he saw me, he couldn't help but scold me, "Your Majesty can't be without someone to serve you. If you're any slower, I'll go back to the palace by myself."

I said unhappily, "You can go back if you want, no one is stopping you."

Wei Yi was so angry that he gnashed his teeth, but he didn't dare to go back to the palace alone. He was afraid that I would run away and he would not be able to explain to Zheng Xian when he returned.

Zhao Zhenyuan, who was standing by, quickly came over to smooth things over and said to me, "It's getting late. Hurry up and go to the palace. The chief guard has been waiting for you for quite some time."

I didn't want to serve as a priest in the first place, but I couldn't resist openly. Now Wei Yi wants to give me the cold shoulder, and I won't tolerate him.

I said to Zhao Zhenyuan, "Now that you have been promoted, you will definitely get a raise. You should pay back the three million."

After saying that, I left without looking back.

Zhao Zhenyuan was dumbfounded. He had never managed money before. His salary was paid directly to his house and managed by Gui Lanting. He didn't even know how much salary he got a year. Asking him to pay back 3 million yuan was no different from killing him. He was about to protest, but I had already walked away. Wei Yi didn't look good to him, either, which made him very withdrawn.

I was away for a whole day and night, and only returned to the Marshal's Mansion in the evening of the next day.

At this time, every household has put up couplets, set off firecrackers, closed the door, and the whole family sits around the table to eat the New Year's Eve dinner in a lively atmosphere.

When I returned to the Marshal's Mansion, festive spring couplets had been posted at the gate and the New Year's Eve dinner was ready. Jinping, Yiping, Zhao Fangping, and Zhao Zhenyuan were all sitting around the round table, but no one picked up their chopsticks. They all stared at each other in silence. If you didn't know better, you would have thought they were negotiating. It didn't look like a family having a reunion dinner at all.

I entered the house and threw my cloak to the doorman. Yingchun, who had been waiting in the house, quickly brought me a tray of hot water for me to wash my hands.

I washed my hands, took the hot towel handed to me by Panchun and wiped my hands, then walked over and sat down between Jinping and Yiping. In addition to the delicious fish and meat, the table also had my favorite mutton pot, which was bubbling with steam.

As soon as I walked in, Yiping noticed that I was limping. As soon as I sat down, she asked, "Are you injured?"

I pounded my swollen knees and said with a bitter face, "Don't mention it. As soon as I entered the palace, I was asked to pretend to be a eunuch and work at the altar. I worked all night, and the next day when the sacrifice began, I was asked to kneel in front of the altar and kowtow. Every time the Imperial Observatory read a paragraph of the sacrificial text, I had to kowtow. Not only are my knees swollen, look at my forehead."

I took off my hat and everyone present gasped. My forehead was red and swollen, and the bulge was as big as a baby's fist, which looked very scary.

Yiping reached out and gently touched the big bump on my head. I hissed in pain and said, "Don't touch it, it hurts."

Jinping stood up nervously and said, "I'll go get the doctor."

I grabbed him and said, "It's New Year's Eve, how can a doctor come to see you? Stop wasting time."

Zhao Zhenyuan frowned and said, "Your Majesty promoted me on the one hand, and tortured you on the other. Why is that?"

I said unhappily, "Don't worry about it. Just be a good general."

Zhao Zhenyuan said sternly: "If the position of Grand Marshal is to be based on your suffering, I would rather not be the commander-in-chief."

Zhao Fangping, who was sitting alone on one side, was secretly happy at this time, thinking: This bitch has offended His Majesty, she probably won't live long.

I looked at the smile that Zhao Fangping couldn't suppress and asked angrily, "Why is she here?"

Zhao Fang rolled his eyes at me and said, "This is my house, why can't I be here?"

I said to Zhao Zhenyuan, "We can't even say for sure whether she is your daughter or not, and you actually let her eat New Year's Eve dinner with us?"

Zhao Fangping got angry when he heard this and yelled, "You bitch, you can't say a single good word. What do you mean I'm not my father's daughter? If you keep making up stories, I'll tear your mouth to pieces."

Zhao Zhenyuan was very concerned about the cuckold he was wearing. Not only did Gui Lanting poison him, but she also had an affair behind his back. If this matter were to get out, how would he, the mighty general, oh, the Grand Marshal Weiyuan, put his face?

In fact, he also suspected that Zhao Fangping was not his daughter, but Zhao Fangping was the future crown princess, and he did not dare to do anything to her. However, she dared to yell in front of him, and Zhao Zhenyuan could not help but get angry. He slapped Zhao Fangping hard in the face and said angrily: "Go back to your room, and don't come out without my order."

This is clearly a house arrest.

After the New Year, the noble ladies in the capital would hold banquets under various pretexts. Zhao Fangping was an expert at this. Every time she could gain enough face in front of the noble ladies and make them happy for a long time.

But being under house arrest and with her mother no longer around, there would be no one to spend money or effort to throw a party for her, and that would make people laugh.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fangping burst into tears, covered his face and ran out.

Zhao Zhenyuan was still very angry, and gnashed his teeth and said, "If I couldn't touch her, I would have crushed her to death."

I put a piece of chicken into Zhao Zhenyuan's bowl and said, "It's New Year's Day, why are you talking about that unlucky thing? Come on, come on, eat quickly. Brother, today is a good day, you have to toast father."

When Jinping heard this, he quickly picked up the cup and said to Zhao Zhenyuan, "Father, I want to toast you."

Zhao Zhenyuan also picked up the cup and said, "Jin Ping has grown up and should act like an older brother. From now on, this mansion will depend on you. You have to take on more responsibilities."

Jinping straightened his chest and said, "Don't worry, father. I will definitely bring honor to our family in the future and bring glory to you."

"Okay, okay, okay." Zhao Zhenyuan said okay several times, then drank the wine and laughed happily.

We all enjoyed this meal very much and were not affected at all by Zhao Fangping's departure.

After Zhao Fangping was slapped, she returned to her room, which was cold and lonely. Her mother and brother were gone, and her father now hated her so much that he didn't even want to talk to her. She felt hopeless and wanted to die with her mother and brother.

Zhao Fangping cried heartbrokenly in the room, and her four maids were also helpless. The lady was gone, and there was no one to support her. What was the point of crying? It would be better to play the emotional card and ease the relationship with the marshal. Maybe you will have a bowl of rice to eat in the future. If you continue like this, you will be driven out of the marshal's mansion sooner or later, and it will be difficult for you to marry the prince.

So Chuchun brought some hot water, wiped Zhao Fangping's face, and said, "Miss, the situation is different now, you have to judge the situation. Your aunt Gui Guifei climbed to her current position by means of tricks. You almost grew up in the palace, why can't you learn even a little bit of those tricks in the palace?"