Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Lian Cui is right. If she rushes to the front hall now, interrupts the morning court, and starts making a fuss, then even if she is her father's favorite princess, she will definitely not end well.

Who knows, even if she is right, she will be laughed out of her face because of her poor manners, and her father will be disgusted with her because of it.

In this way, the gain outweighs the loss.

Zhaoyang calmed down, but he was still holding a breath in his heart, unable to swallow it or spit it out.

Forsythia was afraid that she would force her way in, so she still held her arm.

Zhaoyang was irritated, and with a backhand flick, there was a "pop-" sound, and the cardamom-colored nails scratched Forsythia's face fiercely.

Forsythia was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

"Okay, I'm so annoyed!" Zhaoyang raised his chin domineeringly and strode away along the way he came.

The maids hurriedly helped Forsythia up, but Forsythia covered her face, remained silent for a moment, and then chased after her.

The soldiers looked at each other and couldn't help but complain a few words.

"This Zhaoyang is so aggressive, no wonder the Taifu doesn't like her."

"Who says it's not the case? Even if you give it to me, I don't want it. If a woman like this behaves like this on the basis of a little favor from the emperor, whoever marries her will really suffer in the future."

The soldiers immediately started teasing each other.

"Such a prince-in-law, whoever takes it as a disadvantage will suffer! Hahaha!"

Of course Princess Zhaoyang, who had gone far away, could not hear her.

Zhaoyang returned to the palace, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was losing face.

Especially in front of a bunch of lowly servants, he actually backed down, which was simply embarrassing.

Zhaoyang has always been proud and arrogant, so of course he couldn't swallow this breath.

Thinking of this, she slammed the tea cup off the table, and the cup immediately shattered on the ground, with the pieces flying.

The palace maids who had finally cleared the ground stood quietly aside, not daring to say a word, for fear that the princess's anger would be transferred to themselves.

Forsythia had already been fined thirty times by the princess because of what she did just now. Naturally, they didn't want to become the second Forsythia.

The anger in Zhaoyang's heart was difficult to vent, and he was in urgent need of an outlet.

She was sitting in a high position, and suddenly she stood up.

"Come here! Prepare the carriage! I am going to the Tutor's Mansion!"

She wanted to see which bitch seduced her brother Rong Li.

Princess Zhaoyang put on her cloak and strode outside.

The large group of people quickly left the palace.

The direction points directly to Taifu's Mansion.

In the morning, the thick clouds in the sky finally began to disperse.

Little by little, as if the fixed rope had been lost, the thick clouds were easily blown away by the wind, revealing the originally radiant warm sun.

The sun penetrates through the sparse clouds, and the beams of light fall to the ground with a warm temperature. The picture is as spectacular as a fairyland.

After the snow stopped, there were more pedestrians on the street.

Families swept the snow in front of their houses. Soon, the streets and alleys were clear and carriages came and went.

Shops opened and vendors gathered on the roadside, selling all kinds of things.

In front of the gate of Taifu's Mansion, there was an endless flow of people coming and going.

There was a guard guarding the door, holding a sword in his hand and motionless.

In the mansion, the servants are all doing their own things, which is normal. Although the owner is not here, everything is arranged in an orderly manner.