The concubine was charming and alluring, and the ruthless prince coaxed her day and night.

Chapter 93 Still Holding a Grievance

"You're saying that Fifth Brother was ambushed?"

Zhao Yunzheng, who was reviewing the official documents, paused slightly, hesitated, put down the documents in his hand, and gave Ying Yi a strange look, wondering if he had misheard.

Seeing Yingyi's affirmative look, he chuckled and gave a slight smile.

"Are they one of ours?"

Although he knew his men wouldn't do something so childish, Zhao Yunzheng still instinctively asked.

After all, because of what happened in the court, he was slapped by his mother, which made Yingyi and the others very angry, and they all wanted to go and fight the Fifth Prince.

Yingyi shook his head: "How could that be? Even if our people want to beat someone up, they will do it openly and honestly. They would never do something as sneaky as putting a sack over someone's head and dragging them into an alley to beat them up."

Perhaps it was because Yingyi's expression was so resentful that Zhao Yunzheng couldn't help but smile, his gloomy mood slightly relieved.

Shadow One wasn't wrong, but this behavior was truly outrageous. Apart from his eccentric and silly sister, he couldn't think of anyone else who would do such a thing.

Sure enough, not long after Yingyi came to report, Jiarong, with the help of the secret guards, sneaked into Mingqian Courtyard.

At that moment, Zhao Yunzheng was feeling a bit tired and was looking out the window, stretching his sore neck.

Zhao Yunzheng fell silent the moment he saw Jia Rong fall from the wall into the flowerbed.

"who?!"

The shadow guards guarding outside Mingqian Courtyard appeared with a "whoosh," drew their swords, and rushed towards the direction where Jia Rong had fallen.

"Spare his life!!!"

With a piercing scream, Zhao Yunzheng forced a laugh out of anger.

The shadow guard recognized Jia Rong's voice and barely managed to stop his sword.

The guard who jumped down from the wall with Jia Rong watched the sword tip turn, and his heart, which had been in his throat, returned to his stomach.

I will never indulge my master's misbehavior again!

She, a dignified guard who had fought her way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, was almost scared to death on the spot!

Perhaps because he couldn't bear to look at himself just now, the guard jumped down from the wall, helped Jia Rong up, and then disappeared in a flash.

At that moment, Zhao Yunzheng also came out of the house.

Seeing Jia Rong's disheveled state, Zhao Yunzheng's brow twitched: "Nonsense!"

Jia Rong patted the dirt and leaves off his clothes and chuckled, "Second Brother, could you go get me some clean clothes from Sister Jiao Jiao?"

Zhao Yunzheng: "?"

I was so angry that I laughed again.

This little girl's intentions are quite clear!

Zhao Yunzheng glanced at Jia Rong indifferently, then turned around and went back into the house without even stopping.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Jia Rong climbed out of the flowerbed and quickly caught up with his second brother, squeezing into the house before he could close the door: "If that's really not possible, I can at least give you one of your clothes! Look at all this mud!"

Zhao Yunzheng chuckled and said, "Youde!"

Yu De, who was watching the spectacle, trembled and immediately stepped forward: "Your servant is here!!"

Zhao Yunzheng glanced at Jia Rong, his eyebrows slightly raised, and a faint, slightly wicked smile appeared on his lips: "Go to the storeroom and get a set of maid's clothes."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Youde immediately strode to the storeroom with his trembling, fat legs.

Jia Rong's lips instantly fell: "You're such a boring person."

Even so, she didn't stop walking and crawled onto the soft footstool inside the room to sit down.

She stepped onto the soft, white rabbit fur carpet, and as she rubbed against it, it immediately became covered with mottled yellow mud stains.

Jia Rong casually picked up a pastry from the table, sniffed it lightly, and then frowned: "Huh, what's this smell? It's not fragrant at all! Not even half as fragrant as the pastries made by Sister Jiao Jiao!"

Zhao Yunzheng's brow twitched slightly.

He was always very clean, and now he wished he could throw Jia Rong out the window along with the rabbit fur blanket she was sitting on.

Seemingly sensing her second brother's annoyance, Jia Rong's eyes darted around, and she smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Second brother, I beat that bastard Lao Wu up for you! I turned him into a pig's head! Doesn't that feel good?"

As Jia Rong's cheerful voice rang out, Zhao Yunzheng involuntarily pictured Zhao Minghuai with a pig's head.

He slightly twitched his lips, and all the hostility around him vanished, leaving only helplessness and amusement.

A moment later, he stepped forward and flicked Jia Rong on the forehead: "Don't let it happen again. If Lao Wu finds out that you did it, there will be another round of trouble."

Seeing her second brother's brows gradually relax and his eyes soften, Jia Rong seized the opportunity, tugged at his sleeve, and shook it playfully: "Second brother, tell me, aren't you relieved and happy now?"

Zhao Yunzheng sighed helplessly and ignored Jia Rong: "You sneaked out of the palace just to tell me about this?"

Jia Rong blinked, a hint of slyness in his voice: "Second Brother, you know perfectly well what's going on, why pretend you don't know?"

Zhao Yunzheng was speechless for a moment.

Jia Rong's intentions were written all over her face. She had been bothering him for more than half a month, so he naturally knew what Jia Rong wanted to do.

Thinking of how Xu Jiaojiao called his name again and again last night, Zhao Yunzheng's hands tightened slightly.

"You haven't met Xu Jiaojiao many times, so why are you so concerned about her affairs?"

Zhao Yunzheng asked the question he had been wanting to ask for the past two weeks.

Jia Rong pouted: "Of course I like her."

After a pause, Jia Rong looked at Zhao Yunzheng meaningfully, her usually bright eyes now showing a depth that was not hers: "And what about you, Second Brother? You haven't known Sister Jiaojiao for very long, so why are you still so attached to her and hold a grudge?"

Zhao Yunzheng retorted instinctively, "She's just a woman, does she deserve my resentment?"

"Is that so?" Jia Rong smiled slightly, not exposing Zhao Yunzheng's hypocrisy.

Looking into Jia Rong's clear, tranquil eyes, Zhao Yunzheng felt a jolt in his heart and awkwardly looked away.

Unconsciously, Xu Jiaojiao's words from that night came to mind, and a subtle pain welled up in my heart again.

For the first time, he truly cared for a woman and gave her all his affection.

In the end, all her passionate affection was fake; she only truly loved him…

How can I not hold a grudge?

He's human too, of course he'll hold a grudge!

However, he was always stubborn and proud, and naturally unwilling to admit that one day he would be so unsettled because of a woman.

"certainly…"

Zhao Yunzheng coldly uttered two words, then turned back to his desk to look at official documents, as if only in this way could he conceal his inner frustration.

He couldn't read a single word on the official document; his mind kept replaying his own eagerness to refute it.

How guilty he must be...

I felt so guilty that I couldn't even stand looking at myself...

He had even imagined how Jia Rong would laugh at him.

Ke Jiarong did not.

Jia Rong rose from the soft footstool, gently walked to his side, and sat down beside him: "Although I don't know what happened between you and Sister Jiao Jiao, I can tell you can't let it go..."

Jia Rong nestled his fluffy head against his second brother's arm and whispered, "Second brother, if you can't let go, then don't let go..."