As expected by everyone, she became the wife of the Marquis after being married off

At that time, in the government office of Xiahe County, Wang Shuo sat at the top, casually turning the necklace in his hand and looking up at the county magistrate who was tied up and kneeling on the ground.

Although Emperor Yingde sent Wang Shuo as the governor this time, he actually just ate and drank along the way and did nothing at all, leaving all the work to the guards.

Just like now, when he sits in someone else's government office, someone will naturally deal with the people outside.

After this was completed, all the credit went to Wang Shuo, the Prince of Jingyang.

The man kneeling on the ground lowered his body and timidly looked at Wang Shuo again and again: "Prince, you have to save me!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Shuo stopped what he was doing and sneered.

The kneeling man's expression changed, and he moved forward on his knees, but a threatening look appeared in his eyes.

"Prince, the eldest princess is..." The light in his eyes lasted only for a moment, and then his eyes widened, his gaze fell on the dagger on his chest, and then drifted unnaturally to the pupils of Wang Shuo in front of him.

Cold and vicious, as if looking at a dead object.

His words were interrupted, and when he wanted to speak again, the dagger in his chest turned around, and a large amount of blood flowed out of his mouth and chest.

"You...you..." He stammered a word and fell down with eyes wide open in unwillingness and shock.

Everyone in the room was shocked. They didn't even see how Wang Shuo made his move, but Lord Zhang on the ground was already dead.

The room was completely silent. No one dared to move. They could only stare at Wang Shuo, whose hands were still stained with blood.

Wang Shuo pulled up a smile, stretched out his hand to take the handkerchief handed to him by the person next to him, and wiped it clean with his fingers, without any of the frivolous and dissolute look in his eyes that was usually seen.

Paranoid and crazy, his eyes swept coldly over the people on the ground.

"Master Zhang is among those being apprehended, but he refuses to admit his guilt and even wants to assassinate this prince. You should know what to do next."

The guards standing in the room seemed to have just come out of shock. Now they all shuddered when they heard such a threatening and indifferent voice.

They all nodded and replied loudly, "Yes."

The corners of Wang Shuo's mouth and eyes raised again, but in a flash he seemed to have turned into the playboy they were familiar with, and walked out of the house lazily.

The other guards outside the room whispered, "Prince."

Except for them, no one noticed the change in Prince Jingyang just now. They also knew that if they said it out loud, they would become like Lord Zhang who died on the ground with his eyes open.

This was just a small disturbance along the way. Overall, the task assigned to Wang Shuo by Emperor Yingde was completed smoothly.

After Wang Shuo reported to Emperor Yingde in the palace, he returned to Jingyang Palace refreshed. Along the way, all his maids and servants half-knelt and saluted.

"Shi Zian."

"You are back, my lord. The princess is waiting for you in the front hall." A familiar maid carefully passed on the message.

Wang Shuo chuckled, winked at her, ran away in embarrassment, and then strode towards the front hall.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw his mother sitting in the upper seat.

Li Changyang just glanced up at him when he entered the room, and continued to calmly stroke the teacup in her hand, slowly sipping the tea.

Her every move exudes a natural dignity and dignity, and she naturally exudes an aura that makes people dare not disobey her easily.

"Mother." Wang Shuo looked at Li Changyang with a playful smile, not caring at all.

Li Changyang glanced at the green clothes in the corner, raised his eyelids slightly, put down the teacup, and then rolled his eyes at his son.

"Did you do your job properly? Did you not play around on the way? Don't let your uncle down."

"Mother, of course! I was serious this time, and the emperor even praised me." His tone was full of pride.

Li Changyang's mouth corners raised, finally revealing a loving smile.

"That's good. Are you tired?" Li Changyang asked with a smile, "Mother will feel relieved seeing you. Qingti, take the prince back to have a good rest."

A girl in green clothes in a corner came over and said with her head down: "Yes, Princess."

Wang Shuo's eyes twinkled, and he smiled brightly and said, "Son, go back and have a good sleep first, and then come to accompany mother after dinner."

After everyone left, the smile on Li Changyang's lips slowly faded, and a hint of coldness quickly flashed across his eyes.

After a while, Li Changyang's personal nanny whispered a few words in her ear, and her expression eased slightly.

"You are told to watch carefully and not allow anyone to get close."

"Yes."

In a pavilion in the backyard of Jingyang Palace, it was a cold day. It had snowed in the capital a few days ago, so there was not much scenery to see.

The man standing in the pavilion was wearing a rabbit fur brocade cloak draped over his shoulders. He casually turned his back to Li Changyang who was walking towards him. He was looking up at a standing evergreen tree.

The snow that fell earlier has not yet completely melted away, and the green is added with white, which makes it look quite elegant.

Li Changyang gave a look to the people around him, and the nanny immediately understood and lowered her head and stopped where she was.

"That tree is several decades old, and it grows lush every year."

"Aunt." The man turned around, smiled and bowed, looking leisurely and elegant.

It was Meng Changce.

Li Changyang waved his hand and told him to sit down and talk.

Someone had already prepared hot tea in the pavilion, and there was a warm fur mat laid underneath. Every detail was carefully thought out.

Li Changyang poured a cup of tea and handed it to Meng Changce. There was some warmth flowing between the two of them.

Meng Changce took the teacup and smiled, "I wonder if my aunt is satisfied with this gift from my nephew."

A smile welled up in Li Changyang's eyes, but he didn't answer him immediately.

After a moment, he replied, "Half of the world is already on your chessboard. Whether I am satisfied or not is not part of your strategy."

"That depends on my aunt's cooperation."

The two men's eyes met, and a competitive intent flowed between them.

Meng Changce's eyes were long and narrow, and his gaze was cold, like an eagle hiding in the darkness, ready to come out and strike a fatal blow at any time.

Li Changyang was stunned for a moment, then he laughed softly.

"You really don't look like your father at all." There was a hint of nostalgia in her eyes, and she paused as if she was talking to herself, "You don't look like Xiaoqing either."

Meng Changce's pupils shrank and he lowered his eyes and smiled sarcastically.

It has been a long time since I heard anyone mention my mother's name. Except for those in the palace, no one has ever thought of their mother's name and dared not mention this obscure name.

Li Changyang: "But it's also good not to be like them."

"Ah."

Meng Changce could only sneer.

"Since I am satisfied with this gift, what you want will naturally come true." Li Changyang handed him a package from his sleeve.

"But Changce, auntie tells you that now is not the time to wait."

Meng Changce clenched the thing in his hand and his eyes turned cold when he saw it.

"I see."