The Eighth Princess was deeply vexed by last night’s affair, especially as this person erged from the brothels, yet she acknowledged that much of the responsibility lay with her. Moreover, this person’s deanor was so similar to Qinghe’s that she couldn’t bear to watch such a person perish before her.
And truly, her greatest anger was directed at Zhu De!
According to this person, Zhu De had deceived him.
What was Zhu De’s intention in bringing this person here?
The Eighth Princess ordered soone to summon Zhu De. Zhu De, full of expectation, believed it was because the man had served the Eighth Princess well last night and thought she was going to receive a reward. Little did she know, the mont she entered the room...
"Kneel!"
Zhu De was taken aback, and as she stood there dumbfounded, a teacup flew toward her, smashing fiercely on her forehead.
Zhu De, startled into a cold sweat, hurriedly knelt to beg for rcy, "Your Highness, this commoner knows her fault, I know my fault!"
In truth, she wasn’t clear on what exactly she had done wrong or why she had provoked such anger from the Eighth Princess, but regardless of having a fault or not, she had to admit it first!
"You are at fault?"
The Eighth Princess was furious, her question bewildered Zhu De.
"What!?"
Zhu De was shocked, "Did he actually say that? Although this commoner went to the brothels, it was clearly he who offered himself up!" Yet after a single night, how could that person slander her like this?? Zhu De was seething with anger inside.
The Eighth Princess frowned slightly, "Bring him up!"
The man had tidied himself up, but appeared sowhat haggard.
He was clothed in white, but there was a streak of crimson on his wrist.
The Eighth Princess’s heart trembled; this person gave her a feeling so akin to Qinghe!
"What happened?" she asked the guard escorting the man.
The guard hurriedly knelt to apologize, "It is because of my incompetence, just as Your Highness went out, this gentleman broke dishes..." And naturally, the wound on his wrist was also caused by the fragnts of the dishes.
"How is his injury?" The Eighth Princess looked at the man, his face dull, his eyes vacant.
The man’s eyes held a trace of determination, a trace of stubbornness, but there was a deeper sorrow.
The Eighth Princess couldn’t help but recall Qinghe from many years ago, during the ti Qinghe had just entered the palace; when Qinghe was alone, he often showed a similar look...
Back then, she had asked Qinghe why he was unhappy, Qinghe said it was because of the Xiao family, the Xiao family’s case had not been overturned, he was the son of a criminal official... To bring Qinghe happiness, the first thing she did upon gaining power was to overturn the Xiao family case!
After that, she never saw such sorrow on Qinghe again, yet these days, for so reason, Qinghe wouldn’t let her touch him, completely unlike his usual passionate self on the bed...
The guard glanced at the man and said, "Fortunately, it was stopped in ti. Although there is a wound, it is not deep."
The man lowered his head, looking completely ready to accept any judgnt, seemingly not caring at all about the predicant he was facing.
Zhu De cursed angrily, "Just what are your intentions, prostitute? How dare you falsely accuse ? Clearly, you understood my intention yesterday and ca to yourself!"
The man was silent for a mont, then laughed hoarsely, "Whatever you say, so it is."
He seed unwilling to defend himself.
Looking at the Eighth Princess seated above, he used his blood-stained bandaged hand to lift the hem of his garnt and knelt heavily on the ground with a thud.
"This commoner pleads only for death!"
Then, he clasped his hands together, placing them against his forehead, and slowly bowed down, solemnly kowtowing to the person seated above!
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