The cruel little princess

The Minister of Works, Zuo Yunting, was filled with grief and indignation, and he went to the palace anxiously to ask the emperor for a decision.

He was dressed in court robes, and his steps were hurried but slightly staggering due to his heavy heart, as he headed straight for the palace.

My daughter was just going out to play as usual, enjoying this rare leisure time.

Who could have imagined that he would encounter such an unfair thing in public and under the feet of the emperor!

It was just an accidental collision between two little girls, and such little episodes are common.

But her daughter had been well-educated and well-mannered since childhood, so she apologized in a gentle voice at that moment, with a sincere and gentle attitude, showing the demeanor of a lady from a noble family.

However, Princess Fukang was so furious for some reason that she was like a powder keg that had been lit. She completely ignored right and wrong and raised her hand to slap her daughter twice without any reason.

The crisp sound of the slap was like a heavy hammer, hitting Lord Zuo's heart again and again.

My poor daughter has been weak and sickly since she was young, just like a delicate flower. She has grown up with the careful care of her family.

He and her mother usually treated her like the apple of their eye, and were reluctant to say a harsh word to her, let alone touch her with a finger. But now, she was being bullied so wantonly by Princess Fukang.

What’s even more infuriating is that my daughter was already ill due to the sudden shock and pain, her breathing was weak, and she urgently needed medication to relieve her condition.

But Princess Fukang's personal maid was like an evil ghost, cruelly kicking the medicine bottle away.

The medicine bottle rolled on the ground, and the precious pills were scattered all over the floor. The scene seemed to be ruthlessly announcing that the hope of my daughter's life was fading away bit by bit!

This is clearly an attempt to kill Qingqing!

When Lord Zuo thought of this, he felt heartbroken. As a father, every bit of pain his daughter suffered was like cutting flesh into his heart.

Moreover, as a minister, he was actually insulted by a foreign princess in this court. How could he tolerate this?

This was not only an insult to him personally, but also a trampling on the dignity of the Minister of Works.

Therefore, Lord Zuo knelt in front of the imperial study for a long time in grief and anger, and his resolute figure looked so lonely and determined in front of the palace gate.

He touched his forehead to the ground, his eyes filled with tears, and he kept begging the emperor to seek justice for his poor daughter.

In fact, the emperor has many eyes and ears, and the news had already reached here as soon as the incident happened yesterday.

However, the situation was critical at the time. Miss Zuo was being rescued with all efforts in Prince Jin's Mansion, and her life or death was uncertain. Lord Zuo was deeply concerned about his daughter's safety and devoted himself to treating her. He had no time to go to the palace to appeal for justice and cry out.

Today, Lord Zuo was kneeling outside the palace. At his age, his former majesty was long gone, replaced by a miserable look with tears streaming down his face.

His gray hair was disheveled in the wind, and his body was trembling slightly from crying. His miserable appearance made people feel pity for him.

When the emperor heard Lord Zuo’s crying, he was filled with emotion.

He knew very well that he could not be partial in this matter, so he immediately issued an edict, ordering the Imperial Household Department to give generous rewards. All kinds of rare medicinal materials, gold, silver and jewelry were continuously sent to the Minister of Works' Mansion. He was determined to compensate the grievances suffered by the young lady of the Zuo family and let the Zuo family feel the fairness of the royal family.

As for Princess Fukang... the emperor frowned, covered his forehead with his hands in pain, and looked helpless.

After all, Princess Fukang was not his own daughter. If she were a princess from his own country, he could deal with her severely according to the palace rules, but she was a foreigner, so he had to be cautious in dealing with her.

What should he do? How should he discipline this lawless princess? The emperor fell into deep thought.

After much deliberation, he could only issue an order, strictly ordering Princess Fukang to discipline her maidservants well and not to allow her subordinates to do anything wrong.

Otherwise, if such trouble happens again next time, you will be punished with a stick and will not be tolerated.

"What a troublemaker!"

The emperor thought to himself, "No wonder the Emperor of Qinglong Kingdom sent her here. Could it be because she has caused too much trouble in Qinglong Kingdom?

So that's why her father threw her over here to cause trouble?!"

The more the emperor thought about it, the more he felt that he had guessed the truth, and he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

Princess Fukang is like a time bomb, and no one knows when she will cause trouble.

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, the cold wind was blowing, scraping passers-by's cheeks like a knife.

Shen Zijin arrived at Prince Jin's Mansion early, ready to pick up Shen Youyou and go to Puning Temple together.

Puning Temple is the place that carries their deep longing for their mother.

Ever since her mother died giving birth to Youyou, the entire Shen family has been immersed in grief.

Shen Duanfang, that resolute man, in endless sorrow, donated a perpetual lamp for his wife at Puning Temple.

The flickering candlelight of the eternal lamp seemed to be a token of his deep affection for his wife, hoping that she would be reborn into a good family in her next life and would never have to suffer the pain of childbirth again.

This emotion is like the incense burning in Puning Temple all year round, endless.

Therefore, every year on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, as long as the Shen family father and son are in the capital, no matter how busy they are, they will come to worship their wife (mother).

Last year, Zeng Bo had told Shen Youyou about the ceremony to honor her mother, and she had been eagerly anticipating the opportunity. However, fate always seemed to play tricks on her.

She jumped into the water to save someone at a palace banquet, and the cold water penetrated her body, injuring her. She was so weak that she couldn't even get out of bed. So on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month last year, she could only lie in bed helplessly, feeling guilty and unable to go to add incense money.

Now, Youyou is pregnant again, and her belly, which has not yet bulged, seems to be the hope of new life.

Shen Zijin looked at his sister and had an idea. He thought of bringing his sister to see his mother.

He felt that if his mother's spirit in heaven knew that Youyou was about to become a mother, she would definitely be very pleased.

Upon hearing this, Prince Jin frowned and was filled with worry.

He was worried about Shen Youyou, fearing that the bumpy journey would hurt her and the fetus in her belly, so he insisted on escorting them.

So, the original group of two became a group of three, and they set off towards Puning Temple in a mighty procession.

Princess Fukang, who was at the post station, received news about their itinerary from the guards, and a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

She thought this was a rare opportunity, a good time to carry out her conspiracy.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and she couldn't wait to take Fu Junhua to Puning Temple in a hurry.

Along the way, Fu Junhua sat outside Princess Fukang's car with mixed feelings.

He lowered his head, trying to make himself inconspicuous and reduce his presence, hoping that Princess Fukang would change her mind.

However, Princess Fukang had ulterior motives in calling him. Fu Junhua was a key figure in this operation, and she would not allow Fu Junhua to retreat at this moment.

"Fu Junhua! Get in here for this princess!"

Princess Fukang's sharp voice came from inside the car, breaking the silence outside and echoing in the cold air with unquestionable majesty.

When Fu Junhua heard this, he smiled helplessly. He knew he couldn't escape.

He sighed slightly, turned around and lifted the curtain with a hint of determination, then slowly walked into the carriage.

"I believe you should know clearly why I brought you out this time?!" Princess Fukang stared at Fu Junhua sharply, and her eyes seemed to penetrate his soul.

"Your humble servant... understands!" Fu Junhua's voice trembled a little. He didn't dare to look directly into Princess Fukang's eyes. His heart was filled with anxiety and helplessness.

"Well, when we get to Puning Temple, you'll see what happens! It would be best if we could catch that bitch Shen Youyou! I don't care what method you use, whether it's to destroy her innocence or to frame her, I don't want to see her walk out of Puning Temple unscathed!"

Princess Fukang's voice was like a cold knife in winter, echoing coldly and mercilessly in the narrow space of the carriage. Every word was filled with bone-chilling coldness and deep resentment.

Fu Junhua frowned slightly. Although he could almost guess what she meant, in this cannibalistic court struggle, the performance had to be complete. Any mistake would result in death.

So, he still had to pretend to be trembling, his lips trembling slightly, his eyes filled with fear, "Princess! If that's the case... then there's no way for me to survive!

You also know that Shen Youyou is not someone you can easily mess with. He has the support of His Royal Highness Prince Jin behind him. If I am not careful, His Royal Highness Prince Jin will definitely not let me go!"

"Hmph!" Princess Fukang snorted contemptuously, a hint of disdain on her lips, "Don't worry! After this is accomplished, this princess will go against all odds and protect you!

After the spring of next year, you will be able to return to Qinglong Country with the delegation!

Who cares if he's called His Royal Highness Prince Jin? What can he do to you?!"

She was like a cunning fox, painting a rosy picture for Fu Junhua with vague promises, with a calculating gleam in her eyes.