Princess Jing Mountain’s words were like dumping a bucket of ice water on Zhao Xu’s fiery anger.
Zhao Xu’s anger was instantly frozen.
He was stunned for a mont.
Because this was completely different from what he had imagined.
But the anger lingered from the inside out, not extinguished, he said, "If you don’t want to, why are you still doing it?"
"Because he’s my brother," Princess Jing Mountain said gloomily.
"Hurry up and pick up my embroidery fra."
It took a lot of effort to get to this point, don’t let it get ruined.
Princess Jing Mountain was in a panic.
Zhao Xu pulled her to sit down and applied dicine to her.
Princess Jing Mountain’s fingers were pierced with many needleholes, seeing this Zhao Xu felt distressed, "How can your cousin be like this?"
"Knowing you can’t do it, yet he makes you."
"Never mind, I’ll get my revenge sooner or later," Princess Jing Mountain said fiercely.
"...."
The effort of embroidering a purse was enough for her to think of a hundred and eight ways to complain to King Beimo, let alone peeling pears, brewing dicine, cooking porridge, kneading shoulders, pounding the back, making pastries...
Zhao Xu just watched Princess Jing Mountain.
He really didn’t know what to say...
Weren’t they supposed to be childhood friends, cousins who were as close as siblings?
How did it turn into sibling rivalry?
"Isn’t he very fond of you?" Zhao Xu asked.
"But he also often tricks ," Princess Jing Mountain said.
"...."
"He said he’d spoil you in the next life too," Zhao Xu said.
"Then he’ll trick in the next life too," Princess Jing Mountain said.
"...."
After finishing, Princess Jing Mountain glared at Zhao Xu, "Why are you speaking in his favor?"
Zhao Xu, "...."
Outside the door.
The guard couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter.
Young Master Zhao was already frustrated enough with Miss Zhao’s cousin, and yet in Miss Zhao’s eyes, he was still speaking up for him.
Did these two get their roles mixed up?
Princess Jing Mountain was exhausted for days, dead tired, she pushed Zhao Xu out to pick up the embroidery fra for her.
With Zhao Xu around, Princess Jing Mountain couldn’t embroider the purse, so she simply pushed him out.
Standing outside the window, Zhao Xu watched as Princess Jing Mountain embroidered the purse while cursing, "How dare you make embroider a purse!"
"How dare you make embroider a purse!"
Each ti the needle went down, it didn’t seem like it was piercing the silk, but as if it was poking her cousin.
Zhao Xu thought maybe he was overthinking it.
The feelings between these cousins were definitely not as deep as he had imagined.
Thinking this way, he felt much more relaxed.
The guard appeared and Zhao Xu asked him, "What is her money cousin up to?"
Hmm.
Prince Beimo also gave himself a na.
Knowing Princess Jing Mountain’s surna Zhao was based on Zhao Qian Sun Li.
As the real sister has Zhao, he took Qian.
Qian Jin.
The na might be a bit common, but Prince Beimo was quite satisfied with the na he casually chose, it had good symbolism, one it suggests fortune rolling in, secondly it signifies moving forward.
"He’s on the rooftop drinking and watching the stars," the guard replied.
Zhao Xu glanced at Princess Jing Mountain embroidering under the lamp, squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "He’s so carefree."
In the distance, Prince Beimo who was drinking on the rooftop suddenly sneezed.
This was already an unknown number of sneezes he had done.
But this didn’t affect his good mood at all.
Instead, the Hidden Guard said, "The wind at night is strong, maybe rest indoors."
"The weather is nice, I’ll stay here a while longer," Prince Beimo said.
"I’m really envious of Pri Minister Zhao, he has the courage to resign and live a carefree life like this."
Even knowing the surface of things aren’t that simple, but to steal so leisure amidst the imperial turmoil, it’s rare.
The next day.
Not in a hurry to travel, Prince Beimo slept in till late morning.
After breakfast, he bid farewell to Pri Minister Zhao.
Princess Jing Mountain escorted him out, Prince Beimo extended his hands, "Where’s the purse?"
Princess Jing Mountain shook her head.
With so many people around, she was too embarrassed to take out her ugly purse and show it.
Prince Beimo said, "Quickly take it out, I’m still on a journey."
The Zhao family servants held back internal injuries from laughter.
Who else was on a pressing journey yet lingered until now to leave?
Prince Beimo insisted, Princess Jing Mountain couldn’t refuse, slapped the purse she embroidered into Prince Beimo’s hands.
Prince Beimo knew not to expect much from his own Imperial Sister’s embroidery, but does it have to...be this ugly?
Prince Beimo glanced at Princess Jing Mountain, "Did you embroider this with your eyes closed?"
Princess Jing Mountain, "...."
Princess Jing Mountain puffed her cheeks in anger.
The maid secretly covered her mouth with laughter.
Zhao Xu looked at Prince Beimo and said, "It’s her first ti embroidering a purse, don’t demand too much from her."
Prince Beimo, "...."
Prince Beimo looked at the purse, then looked at Zhao Xu.
He walked up to Zhao Xu, tied the purse around his waist and said, "Forget it, it’s for you."
"This purse fits your temperant particularly well."
Zhao Xu, "...."
Looking at the mismatched purse on his waist, Zhao Xu didn’t know how to react.
Having just spoken up for Princess Jing Mountain, he couldn’t turn around and call it ugly, could he?
But he was even more upset.
He asked for a purse, Qingqing made it for him, pricked ten fingers, he disliked it for being ugly and simply rejected it.
Even if it’s ugly, it’s his cousin’s sincere effort, isn’t it?!
Zhao Xu couldn’t help but feel like hitting soone.
Prince Beimo’s shoulders shook twice, he turned over, mounted the horse, and looked at Zhao Xu saying, "I’ll trouble Miss Zhao again for a while longer."
"When I return, I’ll take her ho."
"Farewell."
Prince Beimo clenched his fist, nudged the horse’s belly, and rode away.
Just as Prince Beimo left, Princess Jing Mountain blushed and stretched her hand out, pulling off Zhao Xu’s waist purse.
Watching her put the purse in her arms, Zhao Xu extended his hand saying, "Give it to ."
"No," Princess Jing Mountain said.
Such an ugly purse, she couldn’t bear to see him wearing it either.
Leaving these words, Princess Jing Mountain turned and left.
Zhao Xu was seething with anger.
The purse disliked by her cousin, she wouldn’t even give him?!
Zhao Xu looked toward the direction Prince Beimo departed.
Filled with anger, he found an outlet.
Zhao Xu turned back into the house.
As for Prince Beimo, although he rode fast when he left, he slowed down as he got further away.
Since his own Imperial Sister was safe, what did he need to rush to Nanliang Capital for?
The one who should be anxious is the Prince of Nanliang, not him.
It’s rare to be in Nanliang, why not appreciate the beautiful scenery of Nanliang a bit more?
The guard laughed, "The princess has good taste, Young Master Zhao is worthy of entrusting."
"So-so," Prince Beimo said.
Just then, hostility surged from behind.
Prince Beimo turned back, seeing people riding towards him.
The leader was unremarkable, followed by four or five black-clad Hidden Guards.
Everyone’s gaze on them was ablaze.
This gaze, Prince Beimo was all too familiar with.
Within the Zhao family, wherever he went, he could see this gaze.
"Get him," said the leader.
Prince Beimo, "...."
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