Chapter 132 It Doesn’t Hurt
The Duke Zhenguo's Mansion.
As soon as the Duke of Zhenguo returned, he summoned He Chao to talk.
He Chao, dressed in a long green robe, coughed twice when he entered the room, and his already pale skin took on a sickly blush.
The Duke of Zhenguo frowned and looked over. "Are you sick?"
He Chao bowed from a distance and stood at the door. "I caught a cold last night, but it's okay. Does the Duke have any instructions?"
The Duke of Zhenguo stared at He Chao for a moment and said with a smile, "It's not a big deal. I received news last night that there was a famine in Bashu and mobs were rioting. The memorial will be delivered to the emperor in three to five days. I wanted to discuss it with you, but you..."
He Chao couldn't help coughing a few times despite trying his best to hold back when the Duke of Zhenguo was speaking. He took a tired breath and tried to cheer himself up. "The Duke wants to send our people to suppress it?"
The Duke of Zhenguo looked at He Chao's red cheeks and said, "Although the Second Prince blocked a knife for His Majesty and His Majesty has changed his opinion of him a lot, he has not made many real contributions. I want him to go to the disaster relief this time."
He Chao immediately said, "That won't work. The Second Prince needs at least one or two months to recover from his knife wound. How can he withstand a long journey?"
The Duke of Zhenguo was originally testing He Chao, so he didn't say anything more about this issue. He just sighed and said, "Yeah, it's a pity to waste such a good opportunity. Well, I'll talk to someone else. You should take a rest and let the doctor take a look."
He Chao said with guilt: "I can't give advice to the Duke, but instead I'm causing trouble for him."
After He Chao left, the Duke of Zhenguo immediately called in the secret guards, "Keep a close eye on him, and watch who he met and what he said."
Prince's Mansion.
Su Qingqing finally "woke up" after being in a coma for a night.
The redness and swelling on her cheeks had already disappeared, but the shocking fingerprints were still left on her cheeks. Rong Que looked at them with great heartache, "There are so many ways to deal with them, why do you have to do this!"
Su Qingqing took the almond milk from Jixiang and drank it in small sips.
"There are many ways, but this is the most direct and fastest. Unfortunately, the Second Prince reacted too quickly, otherwise the situation at the court this morning would have been enough to make Father suspicious. If the Second Prince could react like that, I'm afraid your secret agent would also be suspected."
Rong Que took the cup of almond juice that Su Qingqing had finished drinking and placed it on the small table beside her.
" I've already told him not to associate with me these days. It should be just suspicion. He Chao can handle it. As for the quick reaction..."
Rong Que snorted coldly and paused for a moment. Su Qingqing smiled and said, "He has a plan, but you have a ladder, right?"
"Gao Xinyang's mother has been rescued now. I have asked the Minister of Justice to tell him about this matter. Gao Xinyang will naturally not change his confession.
This matter cannot be blamed on me but it has to be resolved. What will happen to my father if the case is delayed for too long?
Now, the one who is most afraid of the case being dragged on is the Duke of Zhenguo. Who do you think the Duke of Zhenguo will drag down as a scapegoat? "
Su Qingqing's eyebrows curved, "Su Yunhe?"
Rong Que's eyes were cold, "He has no choice but to choose Su Yunhe. Su Yunhe is colluding with Nanliang. This is his best excuse."
If the Duke of Zhenguo really wanted to choose Su Yunhe as a scapegoat, he would fall right into Rong Que's trap.
Last night, Rongque's men interrogated Su Yunhe and found out a lot of things.
In addition to what is already known, Su Yunhe also revealed that the Duke of Zhenguo had been maintaining contacts with an important official in the Southern Liang court.
As for who this important official was, Su Yunhe didn't know, but he knew that the Duke of Zhenguo had kept someone in Bashu for the important official of Nanliang.
Su Yunhe didn't know who the person was, but he knew that this person was very important to the important official of Southern Liang. The Duke of Zhenguo would go to Bashu to visit that person in person every year.
At that time, the Duke of Zhenguo decided to take action against General Su after he met that man in Bashu and returned to Beijing.
Therefore, rather than saying that he and the Duke of Zhenguo worked together to kill Su Qingqing, it would be more accurate to say that they were instructed by someone to kill Su Qingqing.
If the Duke of Zhenguo really uses the unclear relationship between Su Yunhe and Nanliang as an excuse to make Su Yunhe a scapegoat this time, then once the relationship between the Duke of Zhenguo and the person from Bashu is discovered in the future, this will be the Duke of Zhenguo digging his own grave.
Su Qingqing and Rong Que both knew this.
Now, it depends on how to deal with the affairs in Bashu.
Everything was progressing smoothly. Rong Que took a breath and put all these things aside for the time being. He looked at Su Qingqing's face and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
The porcelain-white little face was so tender that water could be pinched out of it, but there were five finger marks just lying there.
Su Qingqing smiled broadly, "What kind of pain is this? It didn't hurt that much at the time, it just looked dangerous. It doesn't hurt at all now, it just left a mark that makes people feel sad."
Jixiang stood aside, silently agreeing in his heart.
Yes, that’s not much pain. My mistress feels that much pain when she has her period, she rolls all over the bed.
Rong Que wanted to reach out and gently touch the marks on Su Qingqing's cheeks. He placed his fingers on the quilt on the bed and gently twisted the satin. He resisted again and again, but finally couldn't help it. He stretched out his fingers and gently touched Su Qingqing's cheek with his fingertips. "Does it hurt when you touch it like this?"
Jixiang's eyes suddenly widened.
What are you doing!
What is this hand doing?
ah?
Su Qingqing didn't avoid it. She had already kissed him, so there was no need to be so pretentious.
"Where are you poking the eggs? I told you it's okay, so it's really okay. We were able to get through this hurdle thanks to Qin Wanru. When we can leave the house, I have to thank her."
Rong Que reluctantly brushed Su Qingqing's cheek gently, restraining his passion and retracting his hand, "How do I thank her?"
As they were talking, Minglu's voice rang out from outside, "Your Highness, Madam, there is news."
In the incident of Su Yunhe being poisoned, Ming Lu violated a major military taboo and nearly killed Su Yunhe in order to stop Rong Que and Su Qingqing from giving evidence.
Although Qin Wanru borrowed the Second Prince's people to warn Su Qingqing, it was Minglu's laxity that gave others the opportunity.
Fortunately, it was Qin Wanru who did this. If it was the Second Prince's doing, then last night would have been a disaster.
Minglu knew he was guilty, and knelt in the yard for a long time without waiting for punishment.
This afternoon, Rong Que made him receive thirty iron whips before letting him go.
Minglu had an injury on his back at the moment, and beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead as he spoke. Jixiang stood at the door and took the secret letter from Minglu, and couldn't help but look at Minglu again .
Minglu thought that Jixiang was sympathizing with him, and said with a wry smile: "I deserve to be punished, because I almost ruined the master's plan."
Jixiang nodded in agreement, "I think thirty iron whips is a bit too little. If it were my master, I would probably bury you in the yard for ten days or half a month."
Ming Lu: …
Jixiang followed up with another sentence: "However, your master is in urgent need of manpower right now, so this is the only way. You are really lucky."
Ming Lu: …
