Chapter 1662 - 1655: What Should the Princess Do?

Chapter 1662 -1655: What Should the Princess Do?

Zuo Qingqing was also frightened. She nestled into Chu Yifeng’s embrace, her voice trembling, “Ah Feng, I’m so scared of this tiger.”

“Don’t be afraid, it’s just a beast.” Chu Yifeng comforted her, his ice-cold gaze locking onto Chu Heng. “Keep your tiger under control; it frightened my woman.”

In all the land, only Chu Yifeng dared to speak to Chu Heng in such a manner.

Chu Heng patted Shan Bao’s head, calming its agitation.

Shan Bao ground its teeth in defiance, letting out suppressed growls.

“Shan Bao, stand down.”

Chu Heng softly urged.

Shan Bao let out a low roar, backed away by two steps, but still stood guard behind Chu Heng.

Chu Heng, clad in a silver dragon-patterned robe, though his face was youthful, spoke with a steady tone, “Madam Zuo, Shan Bao of mine startled you, it was his mistake. But what did you mean by your earlier words?”

Though adorned with a smile, his expression inexplicably brought dread to those who faced him.

Jiangshi’s knees buckled; she could not stand and clutched her chest, her face pale, trembling as she stammered, “This Minister’s wife… This Minister’s wife knows she was wrong! Crown Prince, please spare my life!”

“If you know you were wrong, why would you dare to slight the princess?” Chu Jinling stepped forward and rebuked coldly. “Chu Xi is the princess of the Great Cheng Dynasty, a title conferred personally by the emperor. No one may humiliate her; doing so is an affront to the royal family, a crime punishable by death!”

After Chu Jinling finished speaking, his sharp gaze fell upon Zuo Qingqing.

Zuo Qingqing shrank back further into Chu Yifeng’s arms, her eyelashes drooping, with a glimmer of malice flashing through her eyes.

Damn Chu Xi!

Just a princess, yet so many in the royal family rush to defend her!

“What about the princess? All of you get out of my sight! Otherwise, none of you will leave here today!”

Chu Yifeng roared coldly.

With Chu Yihan absent, not one of them could provoke him here!

“Uncle, Heng’er can take Sister away first. But as for the Zuo family matter, tomorrow I will call upon the Left Grand Tutor Zuo to make a ruling.” Chu Heng smiled faintly, speaking in an amicable manner, then ordered for people to depart.

Rong Sheng walked up to Chu Xi, extended a hand toward her and said flatly, “Let’s go.”

“Daddy…”

Chu Xi pointed at Chu Yifeng, her gaze wistful.

She wanted hugs from Daddy, unwilling to see him always holding onto that woman.

“He doesn’t remember you. He won’t come to hug you.” Rong Sheng’s eyes were indifferent, not sugarcoating her words but plainly stating the truth to Chu Xi.

The last trace of brightness in Chu Xi’s eyes extinguished.

She grasped Rong Sheng’s hand and departed from the Zuo residence.

Su Chenyang hurriedly chased after her, calling out, “Princess…”

His breathing was labored, evident even in his voice that his injuries were not light, yet he still gazed at Chu Xi with concern. “Princess, will you not return to the Marquis’s Manor with me?”

Where was she going?

Chu Xi shook her head.

Rong Sheng informed Su Chenyang, “I have a residence in Jiang Du City, you needn’t worry.”

“But someone might hurt the princess…” Su Chenyang’s solemn gaze swept over the Silver Moon Pavilion’s men.

They were all highly skilled in martial arts, ruthless in their tactics. The guards at the Marquis’s Manor were no match for them!

What if they came to capture Chu Xi again next time?

“Chenyang.”

Su Hao arrived with troops, pulled Su Chenyang back, and advised him quietly, “The princess is free to go wherever she pleases; you cannot stop her.”

Su Chenyang had always been sensible, but at this moment, he couldn’t help wanting to keep Chu Xi from leaving.

But Su Hao’s deep eyes carried hidden meaning, causing Su Chenyang to swallow the words on his lips.

When Chu Xi left, Su Chenyang chased after her again to tell her, “If the princess ever wishes to return to the Marquis’s Manor, send someone and I will come for you right away.”

Chu Xi nodded.

Her expression was indifferent, but in her heart, gratitude for Su Chenyang filled her completely.

Thank you for still being willing to shelter her.

Seeing Su Chenyang pursue them to the doorstep, Rong Sheng handed him a bottle of medicine to help him heal, expressing thanks for his care of Chu Xi.

Su Chenyang held the bottle in hand, watching the silhouettes of the mother and daughter duo grow distant, a heavy gloom clouding his heart.

As they exited the Zuo residence, Chu Heng asked Chu Jinling, “The Left Grand Tutor Zuo left the city on official business; he should be returning soon, correct?”

Chu Jinling replied, “He is due to arrive the day after tomorrow and will present his report three days from now during the court assembly. Do you have plans?”

“Send the Imperial Guards to summon the Left Grand Tutor Zuo; have him arrive at the imperial study tomorrow so that I may receive his report.” Chu Heng’s mouth curled into a smile, his gaze seemingly innocent.

Chu Jinling immediately dispatched the Imperial Guards.

He knew that rushing back like this might strain the health of the Left Grand Tutor Zuo.

Marquis of Martial South’s Manor.

Wu Jinyan had been uneasy all night long until Su Hao and Su Chenyang finally returned.

When she saw the pale-faced Su Chenyang, her eyes reddened with concern, “Chenyang, are you alright? Are you injured again?”

Su Chenyang coughed a few times, spitting out a bit of blood-streaked phlegm. He turned away to clear his throat before returning to Wu Jinyan, standing upright as he said, “Mother, I’m fine. There’s no need for you to worry.”

“How can I not worry? Protecting Princess Xi is the right thing to do, but you can’t sacrifice your life for it! You are the young master of the Marquis’s Manor!”

If anything happened to him, what would she do?

“Mother, this was a fault of your son.”

Su Chenyang bowed his head in apology.

“Enough, go rest now.” Wu Jinyan gently helped him to bed, her heart aching.

With the Silver Moon Pavilion having invaded the Marquis’s Manor, there was much that needed tending to, and Wu Jinyan had been busy for quite some time.

Just as she was about to serve Su Hao, she noticed him seated at the table, his brows deeply furrowed. He spoke in a grave tone, “This matter will not end easily.”

Wu Jinyan sat beside him, asking quietly, “Why do you say so? What happened at the Zuo residence?”

Su Hao recounted the events at the Zuo residence to Wu Jinyan in detail. He knew she would listen with trepidation, but fortunately, both children had come through unscathed.

What concerned him now was that the Zuo family would not let this opportunity slip by.

Zuo Fenglin was gravely injured. Although treated, there was no guarantee that the Zuo family wouldn’t seek revenge, especially with the Eighth Prince blindly favoring Zuo Qingqing.

The events of today involved the Su family’s children, every one of them.

If the Zuo family sought accountability, none would escape unscathed.

Wu Jinyan lightly furrowed her brows, “All of this stems from the Eighth Prince’s negligence. His own daughter, Princess Xi, is now unrecognized by him, yet he dotes on Zuo Qingqing. Perhaps there was once a prospect of a marriage alliance, but now it’s clear he only favors Zuo Qingqing, disregarding everyone else. Pitiful for Princess Xi…”

And even more pitiful for their Chenyang.

“With the emperor and empress absent from court, though the Crown Prince is here, there are ambitious opportunists seeking to exploit this gap. At this critical juncture, if the Eighth Prince further clashes against the Crown Prince, it’s inevitable that the troublemakers will seize upon the discord.” Su Hao’s broad perspective led him to vigilance, certain that tonight’s events at the Zuo residence demanded caution.

This was no longer child’s play.

There were ambitious individuals intent on disrupting the court, and he could not allow such disorder to persist.

Imperial Palace.

The Left Grand Tutor Zuo arrived in the capital after traveling through the night. He hadn’t even had time to return home; his clothes were dust-ridden as he knelt before Chu Heng, his voice raspy as he greeted, “Your servant humbly greets the Crown Prince. May Your Highness be ever at peace.”

Chu Heng sat with a memorial in hand, head bowed as he read, paying no attention to the Left Grand Tutor Zuo.

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