Eavesdropping on Fu Bao's inner thoughts, emptying the stored grain and fleeing the famine

Zhao Yang remained calm, but in his mind he was trying to figure out who the bloodstain belonged to.

For some reason, the first person to enter Zhao Yang's mind was Lian Rongrong, whom he had just met that day.

Zhao Yang subtly moved closer to Li Yuanqi. He still had a faint medicinal scent on him, a scent that Zhao Yang was very familiar with.

Li Yuanqi was often injured, and this smell was the smell of the wound medicine he often used.

But recently, Li Yuanqi clearly did nothing, so how could he have been injured? Therefore, there is only one explanation.

He had just seen an injured person—no! Perhaps an injured woman!

"Brother Qi, if Father really issues an imperial decree to grant us this marriage, what will you do?"

Zhao Yang loosened her grip slightly, looked up at Li Yuanqi, seemingly trying to find a clue in Li Yuanqi's expression.

Li Yuanqi remained indifferent, but he was very patient when speaking to Zhaoyang.

"Don't worry, His Majesty won't do that. He dotes on you so much, he certainly won't wrong you in matters of marriage."

"When exactly will Brother Qi ask Father for your hand in marriage? Brother Qi knows that Zhaoyang only wants to marry Brother Qi."

Upon hearing this, Li Yuanqi slightly tugged at the corners of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He turned slightly away from Zhaoyang and replied:

"Our marriage is a political alliance, which is a complicated matter. I need to obtain my father's consent first."

Watching Li Yuanqi's retreating figure, Zhao Yang felt her anger rising ever higher. She had heard this excuse countless times before.

In fact, Zhao Yang was not unaware that Li Yuanqi did not love her; it was just that understanding was one thing, and accepting it was another.

"Brother Qi, I am the only princess of Shang Kingdom, and the only legitimate bloodline of the Shang Kingdom's royal family."

Whoever marries me will essentially gain the entire Shang Kingdom. Brother Qi, aren't you tempted?

Li Yuanqi frowned slightly but did not respond. For the Li Yuanqi of the past, a marriage alliance might have been the best option.

But now that he has someone in his heart, how can he marry another woman?

"Brother Qi, why won't you answer me?" Zhao Yang stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Li Yuanqi's waist from behind.

"Brother Qi, you know, Zhaoyang loves you very much, very much, very much!"

A flash of disgust crossed Li Yuanqi's eyes. He pried Zhao Yang's hands off, turned around, faced Zhao Yang, and said:

“Zhaoyang, if I were to marry you, it would be because I love you. If it were only because you represent the power of the Shang Kingdom, wouldn’t that marriage be too pitiful?”

Li Yuanqi's words were ambiguous, and Zhaoyang knew that continuing would be pointless. She took a step back, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said softly:

"Alright, then Zhaoyang will wait for Brother Qi to come and marry her. As for that foolish son of the Marquis of Dingguo, if he dares to marry me, I will kill him!"

Li Yuanqi didn't respond, because he knew Zhaoyang wasn't joking; this crazy woman really meant what she said.

"It's getting late, why don't I stay here with Brother Qi tonight?"

Zhao Yang instantly changed her expression, stepped forward, grabbed Li Yuanqi's hand, and said coquettishly.

But Li Yuanqi subtly withdrew his hand and replied to Zhaoyang, "This is not good; it would damage the princess's reputation. I will send someone to escort you back."

As soon as Li Yuanqi finished speaking, the guards outside the door turned around and waited at the door.

Seeing that Li Yuanqi's intention to expel the guest was obvious, Zhao Yang became even more annoyed.

However, Zhao Yang is both domineering and cruel, as well as stoic and sinister.

Faced with today's situation, all she wanted to know was who Li Yuanqi had met tonight.

It was obvious that it was impossible to get the information out of Li Yuanqi; not only was it impossible, but it would also alert him.

Zhao Yang glanced lightly at Li Yuanqi's sleeve, then said calmly:

"Okay, then I'll head back now." Zhao Yang didn't linger and turned to leave.

But just as she reached the door, she suddenly stopped. Zhao Yang turned slightly, a smile on her face:

"By the way, Brother Qi, I've been thinking about what happened with Lian Rong at afternoon tea today."

Upon hearing Zhao Yang suddenly mention Lian Rongrong, Li Yuanqi's hand, hidden in his sleeve, clenched slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

Seeing that Li Yuanqi had no intention of responding, Zhaoyang continued, "It was indeed my fault today."

That girl deserved to be rewarded for helping the people of Shang Kingdom, but she suffered so much because of me.

I've made up my mind. I'll visit her tomorrow to make amends. Brother Qi, would you like to come with me?

Faced with Zhao Yang's invitation, Li Yuanqi felt conflicted. He worried that Zhao Yang might harm Lian Rongrong, but he was also afraid that accepting would only make Zhao Yang more suspicious.

Li Yuanqi pondered for a moment, then replied, "I won't accompany the princess, lest she become jealous again."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang smiled slightly, replied "Alright," and then turned and disappeared into the night.

Lian Rongrong spent the whole night healing her injuries in the space before coming out. When she did, the injuries on her back had almost completely healed.

Not only have her injuries healed, but Rongrong also feels a power coursing through her entire body. However, she doesn't yet know what this power is.

"I'll ask Xiaobai next time," Lian Rongrong muttered to herself as she changed her clothes.

Just as Lian Rongrong was about to go out to stretch her muscles, Lin Chuyue rushed in.

"Little sister, Princess Shang has arrived."

"Zhaoyang?"

"Yes. I've already heard about what happened yesterday from the guys. It was this Zhaoyang who got you into this mess."

She came to your door again today; does she intend to make things difficult for you again?

Lin Chuyue looked nervous, but there was no fear in her eyes. "It's alright. If that princess makes things difficult for you again, your sister-in-law will fight her off for you!"

"Sister-in-law, we're in Jian'an City, on their territory." Lian Rongrong looked at Lin Chuyue with a wry smile, but her heart was filled with warmth.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I'm fine now. We can't offend that person yet, otherwise, Li Yuanqi will have no one backing him."

"Wasn't it Li Yuanqi who ordered you to be whipped?"

"It's all a misunderstanding. He didn't really try to kill me."

Although Lin Chuyue didn't know when Lian Rongrong and Li Yuanqi had reconciled, judging from Lian Rongrong's appearance, it was probably more than just a simple reconciliation.

"Alright, alright, you're a woman of your own mind. Whatever you decide, I'll do as you say."

Lian Rongrong smiled and nodded, then her gaze fell on the blood-stained dress on the bed.

"I can't let Zhaoyang find out that my injury has healed." Lian Rongrong quickly changed back into the dress she had been wearing.

When Zhaoyang came in, Lian Rongrong was already lying miserably on the bed.

"I was unaware of the princess's arrival and have failed to greet her properly. Please forgive me, Princess."

Lian Rongrong made a move to get up, but as soon as she moved, it seemed to aggravate her wound.

"Miss Lian, please don't move. I've come here today to express my apologies," Zhao Yang said as she walked to the bedside.

Lian Rongrong was taken aback. She looked up at Zhao Yang, whose face was smiling, but the kindness seemed a little creepy.