Chapter 12: Thinking about things every day and dreaming about things at night

Jiang Yunzhuo did not blame Mrs. Liu and let her go.

The room became quiet, except for the flickering candlelight and the occasional beeping sound.

As the alcohol surged up, Jiang Yunzhuo supported his head with his hands and sat more relaxed. He looked at Hua Rong's lowered eyebrows and asked, "Are you dissatisfied?"

"Master, do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

Jiang Yunzhuo said nothing, with a sneer on his lips, his meaning was obvious.

Huarong said truthfully: "I don't agree with you."

"Then what?"

Her tone was calm, waiting for Huarong to do her best to please him and beg for mercy.

Hua Rong said calmly: "The young master had a high fever for two days. The servant was waiting on me and heard the young master calling someone's name."

Like pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling oil pan, Jiang Yunzhuo suddenly sat upright and rushed towards Huarong with a cold murderous aura.

"You dare to threaten me?"

"I don't dare. I just want to help the young master solve his problems."

Huarong lost the charming and pitiful energy before, and showed her sharp claws.

Like a cat that was cornered, it finally stopped pretending to be pitiful and showed its true colors.

Jiang Yunzhuo licked his back molars and sneered: "Deceive the master, flatter the master, and add another charge of spying on the master's secrets. Why do you think I want you to live?"

"It's easy for the master to kill the slave, but without the slave, no one can help Princess Heng."

"you wanna die!"

Jiang Yunzhuo's anger surged around him, and he stood up and rushed to Huarong and strangled her neck.

He really had murderous intentions, his fingers tightened, and Huarong's face turned from red to blue.

Hua Rong grabbed his hand and spoke with difficulty: "The princess is nominally back to Beijing to raise... the baby, but in fact she is... a hostage..."

The last two words burned Jiang Yunzhuo, and he suddenly let go of his hand.

Huarong collapsed to the ground, choking on the sudden influx of air and coughing out tears, and her eyesight went black.

Jiang Yunzhuo didn't give her time to relax, grabbed her collar and asked, "What did you mean by what you just said?"

"The fiefdom of King Heng is in Yizhou, which is only a hundred miles away from Chenzhou. Young Master, have you ever thought about why Your Majesty didn't directly order King Heng to lead the troops to suppress the bandits, but instead asked the eldest master to lead the troops to go on an expedition?"

Jiang Yunzhuo was shocked and angry, with bulging veins on his forehead: "Do you know what the crime is for making arrogant comments about government affairs?"

capital offense.

Huarong licked her lips and continued: "King Heng is not from the Queen Mother, but he is both civil and military and has tens of thousands of troops. In the past three years, he has been loved by the people of Yizhou, but he turned a blind eye to the banditry in Chenzhou. In order to avoid Due to banditry, almost all the wealthy merchants in Chenzhou have moved to Yizhou. What would the young master do if he were your majesty?"

Just now it was just a death penalty, but these words can implicate nine tribes.

"How do you know this?"

"During the time when the eldest lord was on the expedition, many ladies from aristocratic families came to visit the old lady. The servants served beside the old lady and listened more or less."

Jiang Yunzhuo let go of Huarong and sat back on the chair, feeling ridiculous.

A low-status maid could deduce the changes in the court just by hearing a few words, but he didn't know anything except running out to find someone to drink!

The shock was too great, and Jiang Yunzhuo couldn't calm down. He stared at Huarong again and again, and couldn't help but ask: "Why do you want to go to my bed with such a mind?"

It seems that what he said was not the beauty he asked for, but the bed he climbed into on his own initiative.

Huarong looked straight at Jiang Yunzhuo and answered in a hoarse and unpleasant voice.

"Because this slave loves the young master."