The carriage coming out of Jing 'an Palace looked simple and crude, but in fact, it was a world of its own. The interior walls were made of high-quality sandalwood, and there was a gold-plated sandalwood incense burner with a fine jade base. After Princess Pei boarded the carriage, she placed the book "The First Snow" on the table, crossed her legs, and rested her plump buttocks on them. She skillfully reached out to burn the sandalwood incense. The King of Jing 'an, Zhao Heng, and the Crown Prince, Zhao Xun, sat facing each other. Zhao Heng closed his eyes and turned the prayer beads that only had 107 bodhi seeds left. No matter how important the matter was, the King of Jing' an would always finish chanting before opening his eyes. Even though he knew that his father was meditating like an old monk, Zhao Xun still only dared to glance at his nominal mother out of the corner of his eye. After a complicated glance, he looked away and did not dare to look again. The King of Jing 'an chanted hundreds and thousands of times. When he opened his eyes, they were already near the palace. He said calmly, "Xuan' er, do you know your mistake?"
Zhao Xun, who was sitting upright and still, said guiltily, "I know my mistake."
Zhao Heng did not pursue the matter. He lifted the curtain and looked out of the carriage. He said indifferently, "I can't see through that child. It's all because of This King's superfluous actions that he made a wrong move."
At this point, the King of Jing 'an's face darkened. He glanced at the submissive Princess Pei. Seeing that she did not respond like a marionette, he became more and more annoyed. He clenched the prayer beads, took a deep breath, and turned to Zhao Xun. He said, "At the Spring Lake, you wanted to take advantage of the chaos to kill him and shift the blame to the descendants of the Green Faction. You had the idea, but you are still not good enough to judge the situation. Who is Hsu Fengnian? Lame Xu is counting on him to carry Beiliang for the rest of his life. Did you really think that a few slaves, Ning Emei, and a hundred cavalry would be enough? You are underestimating Jianghu. Without that old warrior surnamed Li, Hsu Fengnian would have died many times over. "
Zhao Xun lowered his head and said, "Father is right."
Zhao Heng frowned, suppressing the irritation in his heart that could not be overcome no matter how much he chanted. He waved his hand to disperse some sandalwood that smelled too much as bad as not enough. Slowly, he said in a low voice, "The capital is very lively. Lame Xu is most likely about to fulfill his wish and obtain a hereditary title for his son. However, it is highly likely that he will not be able to keep the title of Pillar of the State. Not only that, Gu Jiantang's journey north to the two Liao Provinces was originally because that person in the Imperial Palace forced Lame Xu to declare his position. Beiliang's 300,000 Iron Cavalry's foundation in the two Liao Provinces, Lame Xu will have to obediently uproot it himself. Beiliang still appears to be impregnable, and Zhang Bi Yan may withdraw when he sees the opportunity. However, the remnants of the fallen state will probably make a move to beat a drowning dog. I just don't know how much of Lame Xu's flesh will be bitten off in this dog-eat-dog show. These old dogs, who are number one in the world in fishing for fame and reputation, only have this much prospects and use."
When Zhao Xun heard his father's harsh evaluation of the old officials in the hall as a bunch of old dogs, he naturally smiled contemptuously. Only then did he recover the bearing of a vassal king and His Royal Highness should have. The dynasty originally had thirteen provinces. Although they were now living in harmony with the people of seventeen provinces of the Eight Kingdoms of Spring and Autumn, how could they not have a natural sense of superiority in their hearts? If the common people were like this, then Zhao Xun and this small group of top-notch Royal Family members who rightfully regarded the whole world as their own private property. Furthermore, of the six vassal kings including Zhao Heng, except for the most useless Duke of Huainan, the rest had all participated in the War of Spring and Autumn. Each of them had their own military exploits. After the war ended, which vassal king's manor did not have a few concubines and princesses of the dead emperor as concubines and servants? Duke of Guangling even had an Empress and two Imperial Concubines. Since that was the case, what status did the remaining elders of the Eight Kingdoms have in their eyes? Even if you were resourceful and had a splendid military exploits, who would be foolish enough to worship you like a Bodhisattva? Sitting at the same table, they all disliked dirtying their eyes.
After getting off the carriage and returning to the fu, the King of Jing An, who was amiable and approachable with Hsu Fengnian at the inn, ignored the countless servants who knelt at the sight of him. Passing through the halls and corridors, they approached a Buddhist hall. Zhao Xun silently turned and left. Zhao Heng entered the dark hall where a red sandalwood statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was enshrined. Princess Pei hesitated and was about to turn when the prayer beads in Zhao Heng's hands, which were already missing a bodhi seed, suddenly broke. The beads fell onto the white jade floor of the silent hall with an ear-piercing sound. Zhao Heng, who had personally destroyed the string of horse ropes, no longer had any concealment. With a ferocious expression, he stared fixedly at Wang Fei. Gnashing his teeth, he said, "Stop! Shameless thing, if you speak a few more words with that bastard Lame Xu, will you even lose your soul?! "
Princess Pei did not refute and allowed the King of Jing An to humiliate her. At this moment, she was like the statue of the Bodhisattva, without the slightest bit of humanity. Outsiders all said that it was a great fortune for her, the orphan of the Pei family, to be able to marry into the Jing An Palace. Her skin was as white as snow. The rumor on the streets was that the King of Jing An, who had won the beauty's heart, had an elegant hobby. He hid a three foot tall jade statue and would play with the beauty at night. He was more charming than the jade statue. It was the envy of others. Just hearing about it was enough to make all the debauchees in the world drool.
The King of Jing An did not stop there. He walked forward and grabbed Wang Fei's black hair, dragging her into the hall. He viciously threw her to the ground and yelled, "Pei Nanwei, in what way is This King not worthy of a lowly slut like you?! In these ten years, when have you ever treated This King as your husband?! Who is This King? Do you know?! This King is only one step away from the dragon throne. One step? Who else in the world is more worthy than This King to wear the dragon robe?! "
Princess Pei, with her black hair scattered on the ground like a blooming lotus, finally raised her head and calmly asked, "Since I am a slut, how are you worthy?"
King of Jing An Zhao Heng's expression froze. There was no more malice in his eyes. He crouched down and reached out to touch Wang Fei's face. He gently said, "Wei 'er, did This King hurt you?"
Princess Pei turned her head away and softly said, "It doesn't hurt."
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