Chapter 894: Chapter 894: Phoenix Dominates the Rivers and Mountains (36)
Minister Yang handled that matter for Ning Yao, so he became one of Ning Yao’s people.
For the past two years, he hadn’t done few things for Ning Yao, and he knew quite a bit.
Don’t be deceived by Ning Yao’s clean appearance, as if he’s never done anything wrong.
Secretly, he’s done a lot of immoral deeds.
Murder, arson, embezzling the public’s wealth, driving families to ruin…
The key thing is, all these were blamed on Chuzheng.
People outside loathed the original owner, all due to Ning Yao’s manipulations.
Ning Yao probably never imagined that the person he uplifted would, at this moment, expose his secrets.
Minister Yang was also internally crying.
His daughter was still in Chuzheng’s hands, how could he dare not comply?
Minister Yang didn’t dare meet Ning Yao and could only let people from the Dali Temple intervene.
Ning Yao, of course, flatly denied everything, saying it had nothing to do with him.
Ning Yao’s people were actively trying to rescue her.
But the people from the Dali Temple eventually brought forth the Huang Family’s previous case, where Ning Yao was the one pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Now, Ning Yao’s faction wasn’t jumping around as fiercely.
The Huang Family’s case…
That was a crime punishable by death!
Back then, Ning Yao acted righteously, saving some of the people.
But now the Dali Temple had new evidence proving that Ning Yao was the mastermind.
The Dali Temple had Chuzheng, the ‘New Emperor,’ backing them, so they interrogated without restraints.
Ning Yao, a princess coddled in luxury, had never experienced such severe punishment.
She lay in the cell, barely alive.
Her throat was dry and parched, painful beyond endurance, not a drop of saliva in sight.
Ning Yao heard the sound of the stone door moving.
Someone had entered.
“Water… give me water…”
Ning Yao reached a hand toward the entrance.
There was no response.
Ning Yao struggled to lift her head.
A hem embroidered with cloud patterns drooped on the ground, and Ning Yao followed the pattern upward with her gaze.
A young boy looked down at her, his refined and exquisite features tinged with an icy coldness.
Ning Yao’s first thought was how incredibly handsome the boy was.
Then she noticed the Palace Plaque at his waist.
Chuzheng…
That was Ning Chuzheng’s Palace Plaque.
Once, it had been in her possession…
“Who are you…”
Ning Yao’s voice was hoarse, each word causing intense throat pain.
The boy crouched down to meet Ning Yao’s eyes.
“The Third Prince doesn’t know me.” The boy’s voice was faint, showing no inflections.
“What is your relation to Ning Chuzheng?”
The boy slightly raised his eyes, meeting Ning Yao’s bloodshot gaze.
In a soft voice, he replied, “The prince is my wife master.”
Wife master…
“Yann… Jiang?” The man she brought with her last time?
The boy did not answer but his expression grew colder.
No one else, like her, would see him as Yann Ge, unique and irreplaceable Yann Ge.
“What are you here for?” Ning Yao asked.
Yann Ge crouched on the ground, hugging his knees, his face resting on his arms, looking innocent and pure like a child untainted by the world.
His clear voice flowed gently through the cell: “Third Prince, do you remember that event on Dongxi Road two years ago?”
Two years ago…
Dongxi Road…
“How could I remember something so far back,”
“Then let me remind the Third Prince.” The boy’s voice was melodious, even in the sordid and oppressive cell it was bright and crisp: “At that time, the Third Prince forced a man to submit to you, remember?”
Ning Yao’s heart skipped a beat.
That matter…
Of course she remembered.
That matter…
It was quite unfortunate.
She didn’t even know whose drug she had ingested, after separating from her companions, the effects kicked in, making her feel unbearably uncomfortable.
No one was in sight on the street.
Then she saw a hurried figure.
That person saw she was unwell and approached of his own accord to ask if she was alright.
He brought it upon himself.
But she hadn’t expected his character to be so fierce.
Under the influence of drugs and alcohol, she couldn’t care about anything else.
It was because of this matter that she promoted Minister Yang.
But now, Minister Yang turned against her.
Ning Yao’s mind raced with thoughts, yet she still spoke defiantly: “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
The boy exhaled a breath.
Ning Yao could smell the pleasant scent emanating from him.
In this cramped, uncomfortable cell, it was like sunlight breaking through dark clouds.
“You know.” The boy said: “It was you who killed him.”
“He resisted…” Ning Yao’s emotions were crumbling, blurting out and then abruptly silencing herself.
He brought it upon himself, yet pretended to be so honorable.
She didn’t know her strength, and that was how she killed him.
Blame her?
A man, so what if he died? What’s the big deal!!
The boy stood up, his cloud-patterned clothing swaying to reveal shoes edged with gold thread.
This boy truly exuded elegance in every detail.
Ning Yao considered herself to have seen many men, yet none matched his level of refinement.
“Third Prince, the prince said once this matter is over, I can handle you freely. Third Prince, we’ll meet again in a few days.”
What does that mean?
Left to his disposal?
Ning Yao listened to the footsteps fading away.
Outside, someone gently asked if he was alright, if he was feeling uncomfortable anywhere…
That was Mu Mian’s voice.
“Mu Mian!!” Ning Yao shouted: “I want to see Ning Chuzheng!!”
Mu Mian appeared at the doorway: “Third Prince, the prince is too busy to see you.”
Respectful and courteous, leaving no room for criticism.
Mu Mian exited the cell, leading Yann Ge out.
“Come back, come back…”
Ning Yao’s voice echoed in the cell.
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Yann Ge still resided in the Ziwei Palace.
Jiangyue Pavilion had no attendants, only the deep notes of a zither flowing out from inside.
The music was intense yet repressed, making it uncomfortable to listen to.
Jiangyue Pavilion’s gazebo was draped in silk curtains.
The wind lifted the hanging veils.
A faint silhouette of the boy behind the silk.
His fingers plucked the zither strings, his pale fingers almost creating afterimages.
The boy’s back heated up.
The zither music abruptly stopped.
“Play something pleasant.” A woman’s voice rang in his ear: “This is unpleasant.”
The boy rested his fingers on the strings, then after a pause, plucked one string, followed by a continuous melody.
Light and gentle.
Like clouds flowing in the sky.
Fish drifting in the water.
Time slowly comes to a standstill.
Yann Ge felt Chuzheng’s kisses from his neck to nape, passionate kisses, falling then leaving.
Yet Yann Ge did not stop, the zither music gradually growing intense.
Chuzheng suddenly flipped him, pressing him against the table, the music abruptly ceased, the zither squeezed off, falling to the ground.
“Yann Ge, don’t cry, or I’ll have you right here.”
Chuzheng’s voice sounded.
Yann Ge’s eyes turned red, but his voice was stubborn: “Let the prince have me.”
Chuzheng lifted him up, sitting beside him: “What’s wrong now?”
He was fine when she left!
Came back to this!
Damn it!
Who upset you!
Chuzheng was now furious, her suppressed rage radiating coldness all over her body.