“Mrs. Luó, I'm so scared! I'm so scared!”

When Yang Ruqing returned to Princess Jiu's room after a stick of incense, Princess Jiu Qiaoshan was pale and disheveled. She threw herself into Yang Ruqing's arms, sobbing.

Yang Ruqing hurriedly supported Qi Aoshan's shoulders, softly comforting her.

At this time, the Ninth Princess was outside while Wu Zhi was still lying on the ground inside.

Yang Ruqing hadn't even had time to ask a symbolic question when another hurried set of footsteps came from outside. A middle-aged man then rushed into the room.

This man's face and features resemble Wu Zhi somewhat, with a look of both solemnity and urgency.

Where is Zhi'er?

No sooner had he crossed the threshold than his voice echoed inside the room.

Luo Fengtang emerged from the inner room with Zhou, his deputy general. Both wore equally grim and somber expressions.

Seeing Wu Xiong enter, Zhou Fuzhang stepped forward and raised the sword in his hand—which he hadn't drawn from its scabbard—across Wu Xiong's path. He shouted, "Wu Xiong, you have such audacity! To allow your son, Wu Zhi, to molest Princess Jiu is simply audacious, showing blatant disregard for royal dignity. What crime do you deserve?"

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Upon hearing this, Wu Xiong's legs turned to jelly. He stood rooted to the spot and clasped his hands together, pleading with Luo Fengtang and Zhou Fubing: "General Luo, General Zhou, these past few days, I've been busy setting up tents and distributing porridge to help those nearby who are struggling to eat..."

"I was just out of the city attending to business, when someone came running to tell me that my son had gotten into some trouble at the Princess's manor. I don't know what happened yet..."

"Wu Xiong, you old bastard! Your lowborn son dares to harass this princess in broad daylight!"

A crisp, loud, and domineering female voice interrupted Wu Xiong's words.

Only to see Princess Nine, Qi Aoshan, walking over quickly with Yang Ruqing's support.

The Ninth Princess had disheveled hair, her clothes were rumpled, and there was a conspicuous red mark on her neck.

Any man with a wife knows what that red, strawberry-shaped thing is. Even if Wu Xiong didn't believe it, the Ninth Princess was pointing at her own neck when she spoke.

“Look, this is what your son Wu Zhi has done. This princess merely postponed the wedding date due to a slight illness, and he's acting so impatient?”

"Having driven away the maidservants around me, they took the opportunity to please me, intending to rape me! Do you take this princess for nothing? A woman from a brothel?"

Upon hearing the Ninth Princess's reproach, Wu Xiong was frightened and quickly bent down to repeatedly bow to the Ninth Princess, apologizing.

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“Princess Jiu, please remain calm. Allow me to go inside and see my son first. My son is impetuous and will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation later!”

Having said that, Wu Xiong quickly entered the inner room.

Everything here is unimportant, the most important thing is to find Zhi'er and safely get out of here.

When Wu Xiong entered the inner room, Wu Zhi was lying straight on the noble concubine's bed, his eyes slightly open, his gaze vacant, and his face an unusual shade of crimson.

Wu Xiong came up to him and called him several times, but he didn't react at all.

Wu Xiong wanted to pull him up, uncover the thin blanket covering him. Wu Xiong was stunned.

Wu Zhi's lower garments were stained red, his pants pulled down to his knees, exposing the baby boy who was the hope of continuing the Wu family line, bloodied and too gruesome to look at.

It's done!

Wu Xiong's heart sank suddenly, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into a basin of cold water.

He stumbled two steps and almost fell, being caught by someone.

But the person who helped him was Luofeng Tang.

"Lord Wu, by the time I arrived, things were already like this," said Luo Fengtang.

“As for the specific details, since the Ninth Princess was too agitated, this general hasn't had time to inquire further. All I know is that Young Master wishes to consummate his relationship with the princess, but she refused. In the struggle, he was accidentally injured.”

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“What accidental injury? It was Wu Zhi, this little bastard, who wanted to rape me! He came up and tried to take off this princess’s clothes!” Qi Aoshan also followed into the inner room and shouted loudly.

"Who am I? I am the only legitimate princess of Great Qi! My mother is the Empress Dowager of Great Han!"

“You are all my servants, slaves of the Qi family! A slave born from a slave dares to strip his master's clothes. This princess would be doing you a favor by cutting off your ugly things!”

"This princess is returning to the capital. She wants to tell her emperor brother that she wants Wu Zhi's head chopped off for bullying her!"

Qi Aoshan fully let go of herself, portraying a spoiled, willful, arrogant, and haughty persona to perfection.

There was no room for anyone else to speak.

Yang Ruqing stood aside watching, giving Qi Aoshan's acting a hundred thumbs up in her heart.

This is even more unreasonable and willful than Princess Jianning.

Looking at Wu Xiong's face again, it was as if a dyeing workshop had opened.

Blue, white, red, a dazzling array of colors.

Those hands clenched into fists and then loosened, loosening again and clenching tight once more.

Especially when he heard Qi Aoshan scold Wu Zhi as a toad dreaming of eating swan meat, and even threatened to cut off the heads of all members of the Wu family like dogs, Wu Xiong's face twitched with anger, his forehead veins bulging ominously, looking ferocious and terrifying.

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But Qi Aoshan wasn't afraid at all, she even jumped up as if seeking life or death.

Wu Xiong is really someone who can't explain himself when a scholar meets a soldier.

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Moreover, Luofeng Tang also said: "Mr. Wu, the current emperor has decreed to marry the most beloved Princess Jiu to your son. This alliance between Qi and Wu families is a great favor from the emperor to your Wu family, and a sign of his trust in you, Mr. Wu."

"The postponement of the wedding is due to Princess Nine's delicate health. When her body recovers, natural things will happen."

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“Young Master, what you did today is truly... this General doesn't know how to report back to the Emperor. I beg you, Sir Wu, please give us an explanation!”

Wu Xiong trembled and glanced at Luofeng Tang, his eyes seeming to devour her in a flash.

But Wu Xiong endured it with gritted teeth.

He gritted his teeth and said, “As a young man full of vigor, and the ninth princess being so beautiful, it’s understandable that they acted impulsively out of confusion.”

“Everything is because Wu某's teaching of his son has been ineffective. Please, General and Ninth Princess, show mercy and allow Wu某 to take his son away first, so as not to defile the place where the princess is staying.”

"Wu then sent for a physician to treat his son, and afterward came to apologize to the Princess!"

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Luo Fengtang waved his hand, and Wu Xiong immediately ordered the servants he brought in. A group of people carried away Wu Zhi who was like a dead dog.

When all the Wu family members had evacuated the courtyard, Yang Ruqing walked up to Qi Aoshan and said, "Alright, the audience is gone, you can take a bow!"

Qiao Aoshan finally stopped, she grabbed Yang Ruohui's hand and excitedly asked: "Madam Luo, how did I do? Do I look like her?"

Yang Ruqing gave a thumbs up: "Amazing, fantastic! I'm impressed!"

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Qi Aoshan's face flushed red as she said, "This princess has truly gone all out today. To get that little bastard Wu Zhi to fall for me, I even sacrificed some of my beauty."

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