Miss Xue, the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Household Affairs, was accused of being given to King Xuan as a concubine.

As soon as the news came out, most of the noble ladies in the capital were shocked.

Discussions are inevitable at gatherings.

"How could it be her?"

"Yes, Xue Qingyin why?"

"...Maybe it's because of face?"

"Nonsense! What kind of person is His Highness King Xuan? How can he only focus on color and not his temperament and character?"

"What about Miss Lu's family?" Someone suddenly asked.

"What? What does it have to do with Miss Lu?"

"You don't know? I heard that she was originally going to be Princess Xuan."

"Shh, is Miss Lu here today?"

"Didn't come."

"Perhaps the imperial edict for the Lu family has not been issued yet?"

"First give the order to the concubine, and then to the main concubine. This order is not according to the rules."

In Lu's house, the conversation was almost the same.

Mrs. Lu's brows were tangled together, and she murmured: "How could it be so? How could it be so?"

Lu Shuyi's face was also ugly.

The reason why she waited until her current age was to prepare for the position of Princess Xuan.

Father also said that His Majesty had hinted to him tactfully that he wanted to point her out to King Xuan.

On the day of the lake tour, she was specially asked to dress up carefully.

Why did I only wait for this result in the blink of an eye?

Mrs. Lu asked reluctantly: "Is it true that there is no movement at all?"

Lu Shilang looked solemn and said: "No. There will probably be no more in the future. Think about what the imperial edict said? With the courtesy of a wife. Doesn't this mean that King Xuan will no longer choose a concubine? At least.

Not for two or three years."

The rites of a true wife.

The gift of a true wife!

Lu Shuyi only felt that what originally belonged to her had been taken away by others. Every word in the imperial edict was mocking her.

Then I thought about the three of them being singled out by His Majesty one after another at the banquet that day.

The other two have been pointed out to King Wei, but she was left alone!

Lu Shuyi felt even more embarrassed.

"Husband, why don't you ask Your Majesty?" Mrs. Lu said anxiously.

Minister Lu scolded: "How dare you ask Your Majesty about this matter? It is a blessing to have Your Majesty propose marriage. Without this blessing, how dare you still feel resentful towards Your Majesty?"

Mrs. Lu said in a trembling voice: "But, we can't let Yi'er become the joke of the whole city."

As soon as these words came out, they struck a chord in Lu Shuyi's heart.

The Lu family waited for a whole day, but in the end they could not wait for the imperial edict.

Let’s talk about the other side of the palace of King Wei.

King Wei is still recovering from his injuries.

When he suddenly heard the news while recovering from his injuries, he knocked over the bird's nest brought by the maid on the spot.

The king of Wei grabbed the bedpost with one hand and squeezed the wood so that it creaked.

He has never had such a strong desire to sit in his father's position!

The more King Wei thought about it, the more upset he became, and he whispered: "Go and call Butler Jiang."

The servant said: "Back to Your Highness, Butler Jiang went out early today, but for some reason he has not returned yet."

King Wei frowned and punched the bedpost with his fist.

When he took his hand back, his skin was bruised and blood seeped out.

The King of Wei ignored him and said angrily: "He did something stupid, and before I punished him, he left his post without permission! Bring someone to capture him immediately!"

In a ruined temple on the outskirts of the city.

The man in silk and satin lay on the ground, making a sound like a broken bellows in his throat: "Help, help me... I am... I am the Prince of Wei..."

There were very few people outside the ruined temple, and no one noticed him.

He had no choice but to wriggle his body out as hard as he could.

Yes, he was squirming, even though his face and body were covered in dust, he couldn't care less.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked across the dilapidated threshold, unable to find anyone, so he finally returned to his hands.

His hand felt as if he had been splashed with scalding boiling water and hit something dirty. The large blisters turned red and green. Some of them burst open and were covered with filth, exuding a pungent smell.

It hurts every time I touch it.

Until it gets dark.

Just when he was in panic and thought he would die in the ruined temple.

"Uncle Jiang?" the voice sounded, it was someone from Prince Wei's palace who came for him.

"Here! I'm here!"

The servants of the palace who came to look for someone quickly entered the ruined temple and were shocked by the appearance of Butler Jiang.

"Hey, what does this smell like?"

"Uncle Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts! Don't touch my hand! You idiots!" Butler Jiang let out a painful roar.

"Uncle Jiang, what's going on?"

Butler Jiang felt embarrassed and kept silent.

The King of Wei likes good colors, and it is inevitable that the people under his command will also have the same preference. But the housekeeper Jiang is particularly different. He prefers married women.

Today, I met a beautiful woman on the way out of the house, so I wanted to trick her into going to the countryside to do something.

The man was tricked into going to the countryside, but who knew that the woman's husband was a strong man, carrying a load of goods for selling glutinous rice balls. On the stove, the glutinous rice balls boiled, and all of it was poured on his arm.

During the beating, the man pushed him into the dunghill.

Butler Jiang called out the name "Prince Wei's Mansion", but who knew that the man was not afraid at all, and kept saying that he was going to throw excrement at the door of Prince Wei's Mansion, otherwise he would die.

Butler Jiang was so cruel that he gave away the money he had. The man took the money and threw him in the ruined temple. He also didn't need the burden, and ran away with his wife.

Butler Jiang secretly gritted his teeth, thinking that when he got back, he would have to let His Highness make the decision for him.

Just say he was robbed.

Thinking like this, Butler Jiang bared his teeth and forced a smile.

Several servants held their noses and endured the smell and carried him back to the house.

Butler Jiang said: "I want to see His Highness."

A soldier came towards me, shook his head and said, "His Highness said, I'll give you a few slaps before I see you later."

Butler Jiang was dumbfounded.

Why are you still getting beaten when you come back?

How did he know that as many times as King Wei was beaten in the palace, he would have to be beaten twice as many times? Otherwise, where would King Wei vent his anger?

In the backyard of Prince Wei's Mansion, shouts like those of a slaughtering pig resounded throughout the sky.

When the beating was over, Jiang Daguan's family also fainted.

In his daze, he heard a doctor coming to treat him. The doctor took one look and said: "There is no way to save these hands. Maybe you can save your life if you chop off these hands."

Housekeeper Jiang never imagined that after decades of being prosperous, he would now start to memorize words!

He opened his mouth, wanting to shout no, don't chop my hand!

But it was as if there was a soldering iron stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

…

At this time, the atmosphere in the Xu family in the north of the city was a little tense.

After a long while, Xu Qi's voice rang out: "We are about to become... relatives of the emperor?"

Mrs. Xue turned back and glared: "Who are we, relatives of the emperor?"
To be continued...