RPAGF Chapter 190 Don’t bother
Chapter 190 Don’t bother
Zhao Fangyu nodded slightly: "My queen, the world has changed, and my daughter-in-law is no longer a minor official with honors. The paths of princesses are not set in stone either."
If it were someone else, Zhao Fangyu would have tried to fight for the power of the queen's mother's family, but the queen fell in love with Cui Zimin, and that was the problem.
How could the Cui family allow Cui Zimin to marry the princess?
Even if he agreed, the Cui family would not agree.
He is the most outstanding son of the Cui family in a hundred years. He was born with the mission of leading the Cui family to a higher level. How could he possibly marry a princess?
"Your Majesty, why don't you take a look at other families? There are many good men in the capital."
"The princess is also my daughter-in-law's sister. It makes sense that my daughter-in-law would not refuse to help."
If it's beyond common sense, then we'll have to seek help from someone else.
Zhao Fangyu's weak appearance made the queen feel uncomfortable. The queen looked at Zhao Fangyu coldly, her dark eyes like a deep pool.
"You go down."
It took a long time, so long that Zhao Fangyu could hardly stay still, his legs trembling, before he was allowed to leave by the Queen with a tone that seemed like she had pardoned him.
It wasn’t long before we arrived, but there was a carriage outside the palace gate.
The news that the Queen called her was extremely secret, and even Meng Yanzhen didn't know it.
But she was so secretive, how could Zhao Fangyu be willing to join in?
The game is about making a small investment to win a big one. The Queen wants to use a blank check to trick Zhao Fangyu and his wife into working for her, but Zhao Fangyu would rather offend the Queen than let her get her wish.
In this round, neither Zhao Fangyu nor the Queen is the winner.
In fact, she should have been more tactful, but the Queen had stripped her of her dignity, and if she still had no reaction, she would only be regarded as a coward.
Showing some edge and resisting a little can also let people know your unwillingness.
If the queen wants to win over the second prince, she has to give him some tangible benefits. Zhao Fangyu can say so many of these nice words that are just floating in the sky but never come true in a single day.
Chunshao supported Zhao Fangyu. Zhao Fangyu's legs were very weak. He supported himself with Chunshao's hand and walked slowly step by step.
She met Pei Yan on the palace road. When Pei Yan looked in the direction behind her, he knew that the talk between her and the queen had broken down.
The Southern Pacification Office is the largest spy agency in the world, and he can guess 70% of it at a glance.
"Mind your own business, the capital is not peaceful."
Pei Yan said this and walked towards the imperial study without stopping.
The corners of Zhao Fangyu's lips curled slightly.
This connection with the Jinyiwei in her palace... seems to have not been lost?
Before she walked out of the palace, Zhou Qinghe entered the palace. When he saw that Zhao Fangyu was unable to walk, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
When they were outside, Zhou Qinghe was still concerned about what they had agreed to do, not to appear affectionate, so he watched her coldly as she slowly walked onto the carriage.
As soon as they entered the car, Zhou Qinghe helped the limp Zhao Fangyu to the seat, held her legs on his legs, and pinched her calves to move them little by little.
The ways that women in the palace tortured people were just that, similar to making them kneel as punishment.
Given Zhao Fangyu's status, the empress could not possibly punish her in court. At most, she would not be allowed to stand up while bowing, or find an excuse to make her kneel.
Zhao Fangyu took a sip of water, his eyes still looking somewhat empty.
"I've caused you a lot of trouble."
Zhou Qinghe could guess the Queen's intention, and the failure of the talks was expected. Even if he were in charge, he would not agree to it.
"It's okay, don't worry."
"She won't let you get up?"
In just two sentences, Zhou Qinghe had lifted up Zhao Fangyu's skirt and looked at her knees, but there was no red mark.
Zhao Fangyu didn't even have the strength to speak and nodded weakly.
Zhou Qinghe stopped talking, lowered his skirt, and began massaging Zhao Fangyu's calves.
His body temperature was higher than Zhao Fangyu's. He was focused on massaging and had no romantic thoughts, but Zhao Fangyu was infected by the scorching temperature and took the initiative to put his legs down.
"I'm feeling better now. Come back soon."
Zhou Qinghe hummed and urged the carriage to speed up.
That night, Zhou Qinghe went to the Fourth Prince's Mansion.
The fourth prince got a headache when he saw Zhou Qinghe: "Brother, Cui Zimin is not here."
Zhou Qinghe grabbed the collar of the Fourth Prince's neck and said, "It's okay. It's the same if I look for you."
"Tell Cui Zimin that if he wants to marry Shisiniang, he should act quickly and not involve my wife."
The Fourth Prince uttered an "ah" and was relieved by Zhou Qinghe, who straightened his clothes, patted his chest, and perfunctorily pushed him into the armchair like coaxing a child: "Fourteenth Lady and Princess Shang, let him choose one."
Cui Zimin chose neither of them. He stayed in a Buddhist temple with the delegation for half a month. The abbot kept pulling him and saying that he had a connection with Buddha...
For one or two days, the Cui family was not worried, but for half a month, Cui Zimin was unwilling to come out of the temple, and even the Cui family themselves were worried.
No, their little Qilin can’t really become a monk, right?
This is a big problem!
The emperor was happy to see it. In his eyes, there was not much difference between being a monk and being a princess. As long as he was away from the court, he was happy.
The Fourth Prince was ordered by his mother to persuade Cui Zimin. He had no choice but to ask someone to carry him into the temple late at night.
Cui Zimin was dressed in snow-white clothes, looking as elegant as a fairy.
Holding the lamp in the temple, he welcomed the Fourth Prince at the mountain gate.
Surrounded by members of the diplomatic corps, Cui Zimin and the Fourth Prince moved to another place, borrowed the abbot's meditation room, and sent people to guard outside the door.
"When will you be back?"
Cui Zimin replied: "I don't plan to go back for the time being."
"The mission members cannot live in the temple with you forever."
"I know that the people from the Ministry of Rites will take them down the mountain tomorrow."
"how about you?"
Cui Zimin pointed at the Buddha statue that was looking at them and said, "They say I have a connection with Buddha, so I will stay for a while."
Cui Zimin actually knew everything. He felt sorry for Zhao Fangyu who had suffered an unexpected disaster, but he could not drag Shisiniang into the chaos because of his own selfish reasons.
It is still unknown whether Fourteenth Lady is interested in him. At this juncture, asking to marry Fourteenth Lady would undoubtedly divert the Queen's hostility to Fourteenth Lady.
He couldn't, and wouldn't.
He kept wasting time like this, forcing the Queen to marry her daughter off. If the Queen didn't like him, she could let her mother's family deal with him.
He endures it all, whether it is good or bad.
He had a lover many years ago, and due to some coincidences, he almost never met Shisiniang again.
Now that there is a glimmer of hope that the clouds will clear and the moon will appear, no matter what, he cannot let Shisiniang be harassed by the royal family again.
He already knew about the incident involving the Third Prince. He would not take sides with anyone, but he would firmly target the Third Prince.
How can such a waste be competent for such a big task?
"Your Highness, I have made up my mind. Please go back."
The fourth prince came up with a lot of effort, and went down with a lot of effort. However, before he left the mountain, he brought a message to Cui Zimin on behalf of Zhou Qinghe:
"If you can't even protect the one you love, you've wasted your life as a man."
Cui Zimin: “…”
"Don't worry, Your Highness."