"How could I be so impolite? Her Majesty the Empress would blame me."
Hai Ling walked out first. Xia Cheng sighed. He didn't know if the Empress would blame him or not, but the Empress's current makeup would definitely startle her. He hoped that the Empress's heart was strong enough.
The group marched in a grand procession toward the Crown Prince's residence. Along the way, they encountered servants who all feigned fear.
Everyone was completely bewildered, but Hai Ling felt a sense of accomplishment. All of these people were frightened, which meant that her makeup was a great success. She wondered what Feng Zixiao would think when he saw it.
Outside the Crown Prince's residence, a luxurious carriage was parked, with dozens of guards behind it.
Leading the procession were the Crown Prince's personal guards, including Agu Ruan Ye Xi Jian. When they looked up and saw a strangely shaped, colorful flower walking through the gate, they couldn't help but gasp. But when they looked closer and realized that this strange flower was actually the Crown Princess, they were all dumbfounded and stunned.
Hai Ling, however, couldn't be bothered with these guys. Today, she just wanted to annoy Feng Zixiao and the Empress. These members of the royal family were all bad people, using her as a pawn and making things difficult for her in every way.
Since that's the case, why should she be polite?
Outside the mansion gate, there was only one luxurious carriage, with the coachman sitting motionless in front of it.
Hai Ling didn't stand on ceremony with anyone. She climbed over the curtain of the carriage and slipped inside. She calmly chose a place to sit down, then looked up at Feng Zixiao, grinned widely, and smiled with great delight.
Feng Zixiao first leaned against the carriage and closed his eyes in deep thought. His father was clearly on his deathbed. At present, there were internal and external troubles and undercurrents. He did not know the danger of the next moment. In addition to the Jiang family's wolfish ambitions, Prince Ning, Feng Ziyu, did not have any good intentions. He had been sending people to keep an eye on the Crown Prince's residence. Their secret movements were not non-existent.
He is now surrounded by enemies on all sides, and to make matters worse, there is a troublesome woman in the palace.
As Feng Zixiao was thinking, the carriage suddenly lurched, and someone boarded. He slowly opened his eyes and looked over.
Startled, I instinctively shrank back. Who was this person? Her face was ferocious and terrifying, with a gaping, blood-red mouth and a horrifying smile. Most importantly, she kept blinking her sinister eyes.
Feng Zixiao was furious. He pointed his long, jade-like hand at Hai Ling and said, "Men, drag this ugly monster who appeared out of nowhere out there and behead her."
Outside the carriage, everyone was shocked again. This was too outrageous! Although the Crown Princess was terrifying, surely the Crown Prince wouldn't not recognize his own wife?
The guards outside were caught in a dilemma, while Hailing inside the carriage, suppressing a bellyful of laughter, finally stopped blinking and spoke softly, a rare occurrence for her.
"Your Highness, it is I, Your Highness. I dressed up specially to accompany you to the palace to see the Empress. How could you call me ugly? This is so hurtful to me."
After Hailing finished speaking, she lowered her head, covered her face with her sleeve, and burst into loud sobs. Her shoulders heaved, showing how heartbroken she was.
Upon hearing her words, Crown Prince Feng Zixiao's mouth gaped open wide enough to fit a large egg.
This woman is his Crown Princess, she's actually his Crown Princess...
Chapter 67 [Handwritten VIP]
Feng Cizi cried out in his heart, "Can anyone tell me why things have turned out this way?" Although this woman was a bit fat, he had previously thought that she was a good woman because she was proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Although he was angry last night, he had never felt so powerless as he did now.
He has always been a clean freak, and no matter when or where, he cannot tolerate anything ugly, whether it be objects or people; everything must be the most beautiful.
So when he saw the chubby Jiang Hailing, he felt a sense of unease.
Although this woman is not likable, she is at least a talented woman, so I can barely accept her. But what is the situation now?
"You, you?"
"Your Highness, it's getting late. The ministers are all waiting for you."
Hai Ling kindly reminded Feng Zixiao, whose face was pale. She could vaguely see that the man's fingers were clenched tightly, the veins were bulging, and his whole body was tense. He kept moving to the side. When Hai Ling saw him move aside, she mischievously sat down next to him. Feng Zixiao wanted to slap her away, but unfortunately, his mother still wanted to see her.
However, Hailin's words reminded him that the morning court session was approaching.
Feng Zixiao's face was dark and gloomy, his eyes were sharp, and his lips were tightly pursed. He shouted loudly towards the outside of the carriage.
"Enter the palace."
Everyone around the carriage shuddered, and then the procession entered the palace in a grand procession. Rouge sat on the side of the carriage, and thinking of her mistress's makeup, she couldn't help but twitch her lips. She could imagine how frightened the Crown Prince would be.
Along the way, no one dared to say a word, except for the occasional startling remark that flew out from inside the carriage.
"Your Highness, do you think my makeup looks good?"
"Your Highness, we haven't drunk our nuptial wine yet."
"Your Highness, are you ill? You look terrible."
Hai Ling would occasionally make a comment that shocked everyone inside and outside the house, but she remained unperturbed.
However, it cannot be said that she spoke without thinking; every word she uttered was perfectly timed.
Once she utters a sentence, she never follows with a second, because although Feng Zixiao is patient, she will be in trouble when she reaches her breaking point.
So after each sentence, she would stop. Feng Zixiao's face was gloomy, and he was panting heavily. He clenched his fists and then loosened them, then clenched them again, finally managing to calm himself down. But as soon as he caught his breath, Hailing would say something else. This went on and on until the group finally reached the outer palace gate.
Who dared to stop the Crown Prince's carriage? The palace gates opened, and they entered the palace.
Upon entering the palace, Feng Zixiao alighted from the carriage and instructed the coachman to take Hailing to the Zhengyi Palace where the Empress resided. He could not bear to be with her for even a moment longer; if he stayed any longer, he believed he would kill the woman with his own hands.
Feng Zixiao pulled a horse and led the people to the morning court.
Hailing was overjoyed to see him leave. She called Yanzhi to get into the carriage, and they headed towards Zhengyi Palace.
Inside the carriage, Rouge spoke softly, "Miss, you're really scaring people to death. If you provoke the Crown Prince like this and push him too far, you'll be asking for trouble."
"I know what I'm doing."
Hailin's expression returned to normal, her eyes gleaming with a cold light, and a faint smile playing on her lips.
"You say I was just a pawn in the royal family's game, and this man humiliated me so badly. Do you really think I'm doing nothing?"
"Even so, you can't be so blatant in angering the Crown Prince. Even a cornered dog will jump over the wall."