Originally, Jing Huahan had already accepted Sang Ma in his heart, but because of Wen Chan's death, Jing Huahan had completely closed the door to the Beidi people.
At this time, she only had two thoughts left in her mind, one was to look for opportunities to regain the great scenery, and the other was to inquire about the whereabouts of Qi He and her two royal brothers.
Jing Huahan smiled calmly and looked at the person in front of him with deep eyes, "Aunt Sangma, thank you very much for taking care of me these days."
Sang Ma lowered her head and sneered, "You are serious! I have been serving people for decades, and it is the easiest with you!"
"You have no airs and are very generous to others. My servant should be grateful to you!"
Without saying a few words, Sang Ma's eyes fell on Jinghua's white forearm with a hairpin wrapped in white cloth.
Sang Ma knew more and more clearly that Princess Dajing really liked their second prince.
She turned her face away and quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, but she still couldn't hide the sobs in her throat, "Princess, let the maid remove the curtain for you! The maid has brought the medicine for your wound. It’s sitting outside!”
Jing Huahan lowered his eyes and glanced at his forearm wrapped in fine gauze, with a fleeting look of disgust flashing in his eyes.
She noticed that her disgust for Yelu Daiqin was getting stronger and stronger, to the point where she deeply despised herself when she remembered that she had sacrificed her skin for him.
But obviously, now is not the time to show your emotions freely.
In the past, she was the princess of Dajing. No one except the emperor and empress dared to criticize her for anything she said or did.
But it was different now, she was no longer a princess, but a lonely sick prisoner.
From now on, as long as she lives, she must focus on restoring the country——
And if you want to revive the country under the eyes of the enemy, you must always cover up your emotions, and you must be prepared to live with a mask all day long.
Since there is no way to escape from the environment you are in, you must think of ways to make good use of everything you can use around you! Instead of surrendering and waiting for death.
"Okay!" Jing Huahan raised his eyes and smiled faintly at Sang Ma again, "You are really thoughtful. I am really lucky to meet you."
Qing'e took out the meals one by one beside the table. When she heard Jinghua Hairpin's words, she couldn't help but pause and look to the couch.
She has been with Jing Huahan for more than ten years. She can guess nine out of ten of her master's temperament, hobbies, and even when he loses his temper or breaks things by looking at his face, just from his words.
But these few words just now didn't sound right to her. They sounded cold, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
...
"Father, my son is so happy for you! From now on, you will be the emperor of the Central Plains!"
Errihemu picked up the wine bottle, raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp.
"Son, I respect you!" Zana also stood up.
"Yes, Father, my son wants to toast you!" Yelu Daiqin also stood up, holding the wine bottle in both hands, and looked at Yelu Dunbari and Kuo Kuozhen who were sitting upright with a smile.
Kuokuozhen, the biological mother of the third prince Zana, was still young and in the prime of honor and favor, and was often accompanied by Yelu Dunba.
But Yeludunbari did not look happy because of the congratulations from the princes to him, but still had a solemn expression on his face, which made Chaganbari and others feel nervous.
After all, if the token is destroyed, they all have unshirkable responsibility.
After taking turns to pay respects, the hall fell into silence for a while.
Chagan Bari couldn't sit still anymore, put down his chopsticks, straightened his body and looked at Yelu Dunbari, "Brother, my brother——"
Before he finished speaking, Yelu Dunbari waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "I heard that you locked the former Princess Hua Hairan in Jingyang Palace?"
As soon as the words came out, Yelu Daiqin's hand holding the vegetables suddenly stopped, and an unpleasant premonition arose in his heart.
Orihemu said in a rough voice: "If I return to my father, I will imprison her in Jingyang Palace."
Yelu Dunbari nodded, wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, his eyes darkened, "I heard that this princess has a very violent temper? She bit her tongue and attempted suicide?"
"Yes! I was still asleep when I entered the palace yesterday. I don't know if I woke up today. Would you like my son to send someone to take a look?"
Yelu Daiqin was speechless and continued to eat. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and said, "Is she the one who threw the token into the fire?"
Having said this, Errihemu became somewhat inactive.
He lowered his head quietly, not daring to look at Yelu Dunbari again. After all, several men failed to stop a woman from destroying the token. It was really embarrassing to say this.
"It's - son - I didn't have time to stop -"
Yelu Dunbari laughed loudly and leaned back, putting one hand on his knee. There was no trace of sullenness on his face in joy.
"I can't believe that this princess from Dajing is such a tough one! She is so courageous! She is a hundred times stronger than her two brothers! She has a future! She has a future!"
