"That Zhang Xiao Tian cried and knelt in front of this subject's daughter, begging this subject's daughter to plead for mercy in front of the Emperor, to let him collect the corpse of his former little brother, to complete their previous friendship."
"I'm not an unforgiving and self-indulgent emperor. I can collect as I please," the old emperor said indifferently.
Huarong didn't dare to elaborate and immediately thanked him. "Thank you, Your Majesty. I knew that Your Majesty was a good emperor, wise and wise."
The old emperor laughed. He didn't take it seriously, but it didn't affect his good mood. "You two accompany me to eat."
"Your Majesty's eyes are as bright as torches. You can tell that I'm hungry." Huarong was in a good mood now that she had settled the matter.
"I'm hungry myself, not because you're still sick."
However, when the meal was served, there were several medicinal dishes. They were all for nourishing the body after a serious illness. Huarong's heart warmed. The old emperor was still very loyal to her.
Halfway through the meal, the old emperor suddenly said, "There are some bad rumors out there. They're not good for you."
"I don't care. I'm innocent and I'm just worried that it'll affect Your Majesty's reputation." Huarong calmly drank her soup.
"You don't care, but I care. How about this?" The old emperor paused. "I'll take you as my adopted daughter. The title …" He paused again. "You'll be the princess of Minhui. This way, the rumors will be dispelled."
Huarong was shocked. Extremely shocked! So she had a golden finger! Her golden finger was the Mary Sue persona!
If she had known it was the Mary Sue persona, she would have done her best. She wouldn't die anyway. How could she find excitement if she didn't do it?
The old emperor and Princess Higashito saw her in a daze and thought she was too excited. They slowly waited for her to react.
Huarong took a long time to react. She even fantasized about the good times of Mary Sue. Only then did she come back to her senses. "Minhui thanks Your Majesty!"
The old emperor laughed heartily. He was in a good mood. "Get up. Let's see who dares to gossip about you in the future."
The friendship between Huarong and the old Emperor could not be any purer. It was not love, so it was not awkward to talk about it. Huarong chuckled. "If those people knew that this subject's daughter benefited from a disaster, they would be furious."
In fact, there were even more people who disliked Huarong. However, the Gu family's business was doing even better. Many people were reaching out to the Gu family because of the popularity of Huarong.
After receiving a large pile of rewards, Huarong and Higashito happily walked out of the old Emperor's Nursing Hall. Thinking of her Mary Sue persona, Huarong asked Higashito sneakily, "Higashito, who is the youngest high-ranking official in Dayao?"
Normally, a Mary Sue would have many suitors. If Huarong felt that he did not have any, then he must not have appeared in the right place. Since he did not appear in the right place, then he had to quickly remedy it. If he did not remedy it, then the handsome, rich, smart, and wife-doting Grand Secretaries, Prime Ministers, Generals, and so on would all be taken. By then, he would be a mistress.
She did not want to be a mistress.
Higashito stared at her. "You changed your mind so quickly!"
"Aiya, answer me quickly. Don't worry about the details." Huarong was excited and began to think about how to present herself in front of the handsome, rich, smart, and wife-doting Grand Secretaries, Generals, and Prime Ministers. Was it better to be mischievous, gentle, or mature?
Higashito cooperated and thought for a while. "The youngest person above the third rank is the Chancellor of the Dali Monastery."
The Dali Monastery was equivalent to the modern Supreme Court. The Chancellor of the Dali Monastery was the chief official and could be one of the nine ministers.
Higashito saw that she was sometimes excited, sometimes wretched, and sometimes secretly happy. He sighed and shook his head. "Crazy."
After separating from Higashito, Huarong left the palace. Seeing that it was not early, it was the time for the ministers to get off work and go home. Huarong pondered and said, "Take a detour to the Dali Monastery."
"Miss, the Dali Monastery is very far away." Shuxiu said.
"Don't talk nonsense. Hurry up."
They hurried and arrived after most of the officials of the Dali Monastery had left. Huarong asked Zhu Liu to stop the carriage in front of the Dali Monastery.
"Sir, why are you back again?" Before they got off the carriage, they heard someone talking beside the carriage. Huarong hurriedly lifted the curtain and looked out.
A pot-bellied official wearing the third rank uniform walked up the steps. He looked to be about 40 years old. He was white and fat and looked like a peacemaker.
Huarong thought with disdain. Was this the youngest official in Dali? How was he young? He was already middle-aged!
"Go and ask if that official is the Chancellor of the Dali Monastery." Huarong ordered.
Shuxiu didn't understand, but he had to listen to his master. He went and asked. When he came back, he nodded. "Miss, he is the Chancellor of the Dali Monastery."
Huarong almost fainted. He held the carriage wall and said with difficulty, "Go back! Go back! "
"Princess, you are in a good mood. Do you want to complain?" As soon as the carriage started moving, they heard Zhao Han-chul's voice from outside. Huarong frowned deeply. Was Zhao Han-chul haunting them?
"Let's go. Don't pay attention to him." Huarong ordered.
"Miss, the road ahead is blocked." Zhu Liu said with difficulty.
Huarong lifted the curtain and saw a group of soldiers coming in front of them. They were from the patrol camp. She also saw many soldiers running out of the Dali Monastery. It seemed that something big was going to happen.
"What's going on?"
"Princess, don't you know that the capital is not peaceful recently? Of course, we are catching thieves. " Zhao Han-chul dispelled Huarong's doubts. "I advise you to get out of the carriage. It is easy to become a target in there."
Huarong quickly got out of the carriage. When she was one meter away from the carriage, she saw a big knife fall from the sky and cut the carriage into pieces.
"It's too unreal." Huarong patted her chest and moved closer to Zhao Han-chul.
Zhao Han-chul slightly smiled. "Princess, you just said that you don't want to talk to me. Why? Are you scared? "
Huarong was stubborn. She thickened her neck and said, "Who is scared? I am afraid that I will get hurt. You can't afford to take responsibility! "
"You are adapting to your new identity very quickly." Zhao Han-chul didn't expose her. Instead, he stood in front of her and said, "Princess, you must follow closely. This thief is not an ordinary thief. He can kill without blinking an eye. He also knows how to use hidden weapons."
"Thieves also need to celebrate the New Year. Why do you have to be so strict? Why don't we spend some money to avoid disaster? "Huarong suggested dryly.
She couldn't be blamed for being afraid of death. It was just that seven or eight burly men fell from the sky and instantly beat the patrolmen and Dali Monastery to the ground.
After the seven or eight burly men beat the patrolmen to the ground, they walked towards Huarong. Each of them held a knife that was stained with blood. The edges of the knives were as bright as snow. Those who didn't know how to use knives would know that if the knife fell on a person's body, the bones would definitely not be able to withstand it.
Zhao Han-chul looked dignified. "Princess, it seems that you are not afraid. You are still in the mood to joke."
"I am, I am, I am." Huarong swallowed her saliva. "But, Crown Prince, are these people coming for you? Why don't you go with them? I will be safe. "
Zhao Han-chul looked at her coldly. "Princess, you are such a righteous person!"
"You flatter me."
As soon as she finished speaking, the burly men rushed towards her. Huarong felt that the skin on her face was about to be scraped off.
Shuxiu was trembling in fear, but she still had to protect Huarong with her body. Zhu Liu had already started to fight.
Huarong shrunk as she stood in the midst of the swords. Her heart was cold. If this was the Mary Sue persona, then whoever wanted it could have it. She just wanted to be an ordinary person!
'Xiu, xiu, xiu.' The sound of several sharp arrows piercing through the air came from afar. Huarong's pupils shrank. Damn it, someone was shooting arrows!
"Puff." Zhu Liu was hit by an arrow, followed by three more knives. His whole body fell to the ground in an instant, and blood kept flowing out.
Zhao Han-chul retreated as he fought. He held his sword horizontally in front of his chest. Huarong was behind him. Huarong saw that there was a lot of blood on his body and asked anxiously, "Are you hurt?"
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