The cruel little princess

He spoke slowly and calmly: "Nothing, brothers, you are still busy in this cold weather, it's really hard!

Didn’t this kid offend our prince in Puning Temple a few days ago?

The prince was so noble, but he was always magnanimous and only gave him a few strokes of the cane as a minor punishment.

But we, the people of today, can never swallow this anger in our hearts!

I serve the prince at his beck and call every day, so how could I allow others to act wildly?

So, we brothers discussed it and decided that there was no need to give him a proper burial. We should just dig him up, wrap him in a straw mat and throw him in a mass grave. Only in this way can we ease the hatred in our hearts!"

An Er's words were so logical and vivid, as if he had really been touched.

An Yi, who had been silent on the side, cooperated tacitly and really pulled out a roll of straw mat from behind him and shook it out. The rough and worn straw mat rustled in the cold wind, adding a bit of desolation.

The officials at the post station were already full of complaints. It was freezing cold, and they were sent out to do this unlucky job during the New Year. Their hands and feet were so cold that they hurt.

When he heard that someone had taken the initiative to take over this troublesome matter, he was immediately delighted and his heart was filled with joy, thinking that he could finally relax.

So, they put the silver into their pockets with peace of mind, said a few hypocritical words of thanks, and then slipped away quickly.

On this side, after the people walked away, An Er's eyes flashed, and he immediately took a few brothers to pick up shovels and started working.

The soil flew everywhere, and soon the coffin that had just been half buried was dug out again. There was still fresh and moist soil on the coffin, which looked particularly eerie under the gray sky.

An Er and An Yi exchanged glances quickly, their expressions tense. The silence around them seemed to hide countless pairs of prying eyes.

Not daring to delay even a moment, several people quickly used a rough straw mat to lay the unconscious Fu Junhua on the ground. Their movements were quick but cautious.

After wrapping himself up, An Er straightened up, beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead, the veins on his neck bulging slightly. He looked around cautiously, his eyes like a vigilant lone wolf foraging for food, not missing any slight movement.

"No one!" An Yi said in a low voice, urging him, "Hurry up, Lao Er! If you delay any longer, there will be more variables."

An Er gritted his teeth, and with a slightly trembling hand, he reached into his sleeve pocket. The sleeve pocket rustled, and he took out a small, bright white pill with a slightly soft fragrance. The pill was about the size of a fingernail, and it glowed with a strange luster in the dim light, as if it was wrapped in magic that could change the world.

An Er moved closer to Fu Junhua, pinched his jaw lightly with his fingers, and with a little force, stuffed the pill straight into his mouth. Then he quickly raised his hand to wipe the corner of Fu Junhua's lips to remove the trace.

An Yi rolled up the straw mat, and the muscles in his arms tensed instantly, highlighting his solid outline. He groaned, carried the person, and while there was still a ray of light in the sky and the dusk was not yet thick, he strode towards the carriage with the logo of Prince Jin's Mansion parked not far away.

The horse's hooves stepped lightly, the body of the car swayed slightly, and soon it disappeared into the dark night, leaving only the dust raised along the way.

On the other side, Princess Fukang, with Cui Liu and a group of guards, walked around the streets of the capital in a graceful manner, like a colorful phoenix parading in spring.

The cries of street vendors rose one after another, and there was a wide variety of sugar paintings and dough figurines, but the princess was absent-minded, and her eyes drifted away from time to time.

When the sky gradually darkened and the afterglow cast a golden edge on the roofs of the capital, Princess Fukang led her people to the door of "Zuixianju".

The signboard of "Zuixianju" was dimly glowing in the twilight. Princess Fukang moved lightly with her lotus steps, and the hem of her skirt brushed the ground, like swaying colorful clouds.

"Sir, please come in! How many are you?" The sharp-eyed waiter came up to greet and ask with a smile on his face, and the wrinkles on his face were all piled up together.

"We previously sent someone to reserve a private room on the second floor - Tingyuxuan."

Cui Liu was agile and took two quick steps to block the waiter, with her arms slightly outstretched to prevent him from getting too close to her princess. Her eyes showed a cold and unyielding look.

"Alright! Tingyu Pavilion on the second floor! Please come upstairs, sir!"

The waiter on the first floor called out to them in a loud voice, loud enough to penetrate the noisy lobby, and led them to the stairs.

As expected, as soon as I reached the stairs, a waiter from the second floor was waiting there. He had his back straight, a smile on his face, and bowed slightly, making a gesture of invitation. His service was so attentive that there was no flaw in it.

The waiter led them up the wooden stairs, and the floor creaked.

We came to the private room on the second floor that had been booked in advance - Tingyuxuan.

"Please come in, guest officer!"

The waiter stepped forward and made an elegant "please" gesture, with his palm spread out and his fingertips slightly raised.

Two guards with swords stood at the door, their postures straight as pine trees. The copper rings on the handles of their swords swayed in the dim candlelight, reflecting a cold light.

Princess Fukang walked straight in without looking around and with her head held high.

The aroma of tea wafts through the air, like a layer of veil.

The person sitting was facing the door diagonally, his back straight, his gorgeous clothes shimmering in the fragrance of tea, and he was concentrating on making tea.

The slender white fingers fiddled with the tea set flexibly. The face could not be seen clearly amid the rising steam, but the elegant tea-making posture caught everyone's eyes, which was as pleasing to the eye as flowing water. Such skillful demeanor must be someone who understands and loves tea!

"Your Highness Prince Duan is in such a good mood!"

Princess Fukang opened her red lips and let out a soft laugh, breaking the silence in the room. The sound was like a silver bell, echoing in the room.

"Of course!" The man slowly raised his head, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. It was the eldest prince who was supposed to be reflecting on his mistakes at home!

There was a sense of leisure and casualness in his words, yet there seemed to be hidden meaning behind them. For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became subtle.

"Princess, please sit down!"

The eldest prince was dressed in a black robe embroidered with gold cloud patterns. He stood tall and straight, but his expression was somewhat cautious. He stretched out his well-maintained, white and slender right hand and gestured "please" in a very gentlemanly manner towards the chair opposite him that was covered with brocade cushions and exquisitely carved.

Princess Fukang wore a moon-white silk long dress with the hem embroidered with continuous flowing cloud patterns with silver thread, which looked like floating clouds when she walked.

She moved lightly with lotus steps, her figure graceful and elegant, and walked straight to the seat without any hesitation. She sat down leisurely, her skirt rippled like water, and then she raised her hand to gently smooth the pleats of her skirt.

"I wonder what the princess wants to talk to me about today?"

The eldest prince was recently removed from all his posts by his father and was forced to "reflect on his mistakes" at home. His life was depressing and boring.

This time, when he received the invitation from Princess Fukang, which had a faint fragrance and a vermilion seal on the signature, he was full of surprise. He kept pondering the reason behind it, but he really couldn't guess what she was up to. She actually sent an invitation to invite him, someone they had no connection with at all.

As for marriage, he already had the eldest prince's wife. That woman, who came from a prominent family and was dignified and gentle, managed the backyard of the palace in perfect order.

Although something happened to his father-in-law's family, the crime was not committed by the married woman, so his princess still sat firmly in the position of the principal wife.

Just a few days ago, the concubine died of complications during childbirth of a daughter, leaving the position of concubine vacant.

But Princess Fukang was not the best candidate because of her reputation.

Hearing that she had been secretly having an affair with her own chief guard in Puning Temple, her father was furious and ordered her to return as soon as possible and not to bring shame to the royal family again.

But she ignored all this and continued to post messages for herself without any hurry.

Everyone is curious. After much deliberation, the eldest prince finally came secretly to the appointment just to find out what Princess Fukang was doing.

"This princess will be returning to Qinglong Country soon. Before leaving, I want to chat with my old friend again."

Princess Fukang lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes like a fan, lightly covering the expression in her eyes, with a perfect smile on the corner of her mouth. She held the teacup elegantly with both hands and took a sip. Her movements were smooth and flowing, showing her royal style.

"Old friend?"

The eldest prince frowned, his eyes full of confusion, and his voice unconsciously rose a few notes.

"Given our friendship, we can't be called old friends, right? It seems like before the princess came to the capital, I didn't even know you, right?"

The eldest prince prided himself on his meticulous thinking and said he was definitely not a fool who could be manipulated. How could there be any friendship between two people who had no previous connection and no connection at all?!

Since there is no friendship, there is naturally no need to reminisce.

He should have stayed in his house and reflected on his mistakes. If his father's spies found out that he had sneaked out to see Princess Fukang, he would inevitably be reprimanded by his father, and he would be punished, and he might even be punished for an additional period of time.