Jiang Zhongxing fiercely slamd the table, "That dog, Yan Beichen, is too bold, daring to abduct the future Princely Heir’s wife of the Duke Mansion in broad daylight!"
Jiang Youzhi squinted his eyes, "Father, I’ve thought about it. Keeping Yan Beichen and his son around is ultimately a disaster."
"Is there any way—"
Jiang Zhongxing’s expression was grave, "In the court, there are quite a few people who secretly want to take down those father and son. Previously, many people impeached them, but none of it worked."
Jiang Youzhi asked, "Does the Emperor not care?"
Jiang Zhongxing shook his head, "Yan Beichen is extrely adept at gauging the Emperor’s mind, and the Emperor knows sowhat about the things those father and son have done."
He said angrily, "Those father and son sell official positions, plunging the court into chaos, and the Emperor turns a blind eye."
"Their father and son also single-handedly pushed for the alliance with Da Jin to attack Da Liao."
"I can’t do flattery, no matter what I say, the Emperor won’t listen."
Seeing his father getting angry, Jiang Youzhi instead consoled, "This matter can’t be rushed."
"We must wait for an opportunity. Only when Yan Beichen loses the Emperor’s favor can we decisively move against him. For now, we can start collecting so of his cris and slowly contact so officials in the court who are dissatisfied with them."
Jiang Zhongxing’s anger subsided a bit, and he nodded, "For soone your age to think of these things, it’s already quite good."
Jiang Youzhi was still thinking, knowing that to make Yan Beichen lose the Emperor’s favor, one must touch the Emperor’s sensitive spot.
In his view, what the Emperor cares most about is that dragon throne beneath him.
Jiang Youzhi recalled the masked people from today. Lin Shuo said they were either Death Warriors or skilled fighters from the martial world. He thought there might be a breakthrough from here.
At this mont, Yan Beichen, whom Jiang Youzhi was preoccupied with, had already ridden his horse to the city gate.
Yang Ying stepped down from her grand-aunt Yang’s carriage, intending to board her family’s carriage.
Throughout the journey, her grand-aunt had told her many things, saying that Miss Gu might beco the Princely Heir’s wife, urging her to build a good relationship with Miss Gu.
She agreed with nods, knowing that her family had fallen into decline. To return to the elite circles of the Capital City, the n in the family needed to study hard and succeed in the imperial examinations, while the won should strive to marry into prominent families.
The coachman set up a stool, and just as Yang Ying prepared to step up, the rapid sound of hooves approached, prompting her to turn her head to look.
Yan Beichen, full of pent-up anger, had sped to the vicinity of the city gate in one breath.
Suddenly, a moon-white cloak flashed before his eyes, and he quickly reined in the horse, slowing down.
Though he knew it couldn’t be Gu Yunjiao, he still glanced at the woman wearing the moon-white cloak.
Yang Ying t his gaze directly.
Known as the top genius of the Capital City, Yan Beichen had an eidetic mory.
He quickly recognized this woman as the one who had been by Gu Yunjiao’s side.
The woman was also very beautiful, with a shy expression.
Yan Beichen, having nowhere to vent his anger, saw Yang Ying, rode over, extended a hand, and wrapped it around her waist, tossing her onto the back of his horse.
Yang Ying felt the world spinning and scread involuntarily.
A mont later, Yang Ying realized she was lying face down on the horse’s back, the horse beneath her bouncing wildly. She felt dizzy, and her chest was occasionally pressed by the saddle, soon causing her to vomit with a ’waa’ sound.
It was Yang Ying’s misfortune.
If she had vomited on Yan Beichen, he would have tossed her off the horse imdiately, injuring her, but that would have been better than being abducted to Yan Beichen’s mansion.
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