Is the Scum Worthy of Whitewashing?

Xu Jiang stared at the young man in front of him.

She hadn't seen Shen Cun before, and naturally she couldn't recognize it now. However, Xu Jiang judged from his clothing that he should be of a noble background, especially the bow and arrow in his hand, which was made of good ebony wood, which was not affordable for the idle generation.

Xu Jiang did not want to grow out of branches, lowered his head, and covered his eyes with broken hair on his forehead: "Zaixia is just a nameless pawn, not enough to be concerned, I don't know if the husband is...?"

"An unknown pawn?" Shen Cun snorted coldly, and his eyes fell on the red mane horse under her. I've never seen you before, is it a meticulous work from another country?"

The man in front of him had his eyes blocked by his hair, and he kept his mouth silent.

He decided to take this person back to the big camp at the foot of the mountain for inspection, and was about to get closer, but Xu Jiang suddenly raised his whip and ran towards the depths of the mountain forest.

"Stop—" Shen Cun didn't expect that she would dare to run away openly, frowned, and chased after her.

Xu Jiang's road is rugged and uneven, surrounded by tall red cedar trees. She hung her horse back tightly to avoid being scraped by branches.

After entering the woods, it was easy to throw away the man, then walk through the woods and descend from the other end.

Xu Jiang planned this way, but Shen Cun behind him was chasing very closely, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Did you not hear me? Stop--" a cold voice came from behind, "Don't stop, I'm not welcome."

After Shen Cun finished speaking, seeing that Xu Jiang still had no intention of stopping, he slightly reined in his horse, put up a bow, and shot in Xu Jiang's direction.

The feather arrow pierced the horse's hind legs. The red mane horse that Xu Jiang was riding on was painfully hissing, and his front hoofs were raised high. Xu Jiang lost his balance and was thrown off suddenly.

During the fall, Xu Jiang reluctantly settled and hugged the tree trunk, so that he didn't fall into embarrassment. However, the silk ribbon originally used to tie the hair was accidentally scratched by the branches, and the green silk fell like a waterfall on his waist.

She pursed her lips and stood up with the trunk of her hand, because she had fallen off before and her palm was slightly scratched.

Shen Cun rode a horse and walked slowly in front of her. He was a little surprised to see that it was a woman.

When Xu Jiang raised his head and looked over, his eyes touched the pair of heterochromatic eyes, and he was stunned.

No words for a while.

At this point, Xu Jiang simply looked at the man in front of him, but unfortunately there was still no impression in his mind, which inevitably made her a little annoyed.

Xu Jiang was actually not interested in the identity of this man, but the other person stared at him in a daze, indicating that he had recognized his identity, but he was still in the dark, which made her a little uncomfortable.

"Speaking of it, I just didn't answer your question before, so why did it hurt people directly?" Xu Jiang said coldly, pointing to the feather arrow stuck in the horse's leg, "...very rude."

Shen Cun silently, for a long while, lowered his eyes, and said lightly: "I didn't have any intention of hurting others, the arrow was shot at the horse."

He got off his horse, walked to Xu Jiang, and bowed his hand in a salute: "The previous mistake of your Highness for meticulous work has been offensive... I hope that your Highness will forgive you."

Xu Jiang looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"

If she was a loyal minister, she had no choice but to tolerate the past; if she was a member of the Chu Party, then she would be charged with assassinating the royal family.

"Chen, Shen Cun."

Xu Jiang was startled: "You are the son of Jun Wu Ping, Shen Cun?"

Never thought that this was the case when we first met.

There were a lot of rumors between her and Shen Cun before, and the most widely spread version was the one that Shen Cun fell in love with her at first sight and asked the king to marry him. However, Xu Jiang knew exactly what was going on here. To put it bluntly, it was just a deal between the Shen family and the royal family, under the guise of their children's marriage.

Shen Cun obviously didn't like her very much. When she was in the palace that day, she was arranged behind the screen by Xu Du, and she heard it clearly. Shen Cun was very repulsive to Shangzhu.

Xu Jiang has someone he likes... Thinking of this, Xu Jiang feels a little sorry, but there is nothing he can do. After all, everything should be the overall situation.

She raised her eyes and glanced at Shen Cun, but she didn't want to. He was also looking at her, meeting her gaze and gently avoiding it.

"His Royal Highness, in a while, it's time to go down the mountain at sunset." Shen Cun brought his horse over and motioned Xu Jiang to sit on it.

Xu Jiang reluctantly turned around to look at his injured horse, and sighed lightly, but with Shen Cun's support, he climbed onto his black mane horse.

Shen Cun then straddled up, sat behind, protected Xu Jiang in front of him, waved his whip, and ran.

The wind brought up by the horse when it was galloping sent out Xu Jiang's hair, and occasionally a few strands of hair brushed his cheeks, causing a slight itching sensation.

Shen Cun looked down at her, her face was invisible from this angle.

However, those two-color eyes, shining brightly, still stayed in his mind, like the mountain elves described in the story of ghosts and monsters.

Shen Cun sent Xu Jiang to the foot of the mountain, and left without saying more to her.

In the evening, there is a grand feast. As the prince, she naturally also needs to participate, and she also needs to dress up so that she will not lose her identity.

Under the service of the palace man, Xu Jiang removed his black armor, put on the complicated palace dress that had been prepared a long time ago, and let the maid comb her hair and put on the hairpin, and then the curtain was lifted.

The place for banquets has long been set up, and Xu Du is sitting in the first place, pushing a cup with the courtiers.

Xu Jiang was supposed to sit in Xilie, the royal family's wife, but Xu Du beckoned to her, she understood, and sat down beside Xu Du generously.

The seat of the monarch is one level higher than the ministers, and the gaze is looking down.

Everyone here naturally noticed Xu Jiang who was sitting with Xu Du. Hearing that this princess has been very much loved recently, they looked at her a little more.

Today's Xu Jiang looks noble and dignified, with a calm temperament. The pearl pendant on the temples makes her more picturesque. However, what is even more rare is that calm demeanor, sitting with the monarch, neither humble nor overbearing, calm and elegant, and even behaves somewhat similar to Xu Du beside him.

While the courtiers couldn't help admiring secretly, they were even more convinced of the rumors of Chu Empress and Xu Yan falling out of favor.

The expressions of all the people in the seat were seen by Xu Du, and nodded in satisfaction.

He deliberately arranged Xu Jiang to be by his side, just to pave the way for her.

As soon as the Chu family was removed, the first obstacle was removed, and the direct threat to Xu Jiang ceased to exist-therefore, Xu Jiang's existence would naturally begin to appear on the stage.

Of course, this is only the first step. Xu Du must continue to show Xu Jiang's abilities and status in front of everyone, so that she can convince them. This is also an indispensable part of the kingly road.

Xu Du feasted with the ministers while thinking of the step-by-step plan in his mind, but seeing Empress Chu, holding a cup of wine, he walked over.

"My lord, today is the great banquet of the Liang Kingdom, and my concubines come here to treat the king with a cup, wishing the king a longevity--"

She sounded in a soft and soft voice, and handed over the full wine Lord with both hands, respectfully.

Xu Du smiled slightly, finally, did it begin?