diskusbooks Chapter 175 Game
Chapter 175 Game
Why did she give birth to two sons like that?!
"You have quite a lot of influence, don't you? Wu Ziyan is making a big fuss about it, spreading the word everywhere that he's coming to pick you up."
"Whether you go back or stay here, you'd better think it through."
"Mother, how dare you address His Highness by his name?" Instead of answering, she asked a question, staring coldly at her without a trace of emotion.
"I'm asking you, are you going to stay in the manor or go back with her!"
“Your Highness, since you've come to take me back, of course I'll go back with her. Staying at my parents' house for too long will only give people something to talk about!”
"Then you'd better keep all those things you know to yourself, and don't you dare try anything underhanded behind my back!"
"Mother, your son knows."
Now, he feels utterly heartbroken towards his mother.
But as he was about to leave and return to his room, Sima Zongcheng gave the butler a wink, and the butler stepped forward and delivered a karate chop to his neck.
Sima Lingchuan only felt a dizziness, then everything went black and he fainted, knowing nothing more.
"Master, the Fourth Prince will be arriving soon. Is this really a good idea?"
“Lingchuan is sick and needs to rest at home for a few days. The back-and-forth travel is tiring and not good for his health. It’s better for him to stay at the Prime Minister’s residence and recuperate properly.”
"I understand, Master."
How could we let him go back so easily? The secrets he knows are related to the life and death of the entire Prime Minister's mansion.
She knew all along that her son's heart wasn't on her side, so she shouldn't blame herself.
The butler carried Sima Lingchuan back to his own room and locked it from the outside.
One lock wasn't enough, so they installed two.
They then called in several more guards to surround the house from all sides.
He instructed them to keep a consistent story and not to let anything slip.
Even if someone breaks in, you can only say that Sima Lingchuan is sick. Why did you send so many people to take care of him?
They said that because the envoy from the Xiao Rong Kingdom had entered the city, they were afraid something might happen, so they sent so many extra people.
But Wu Ziyan has always been someone who doesn't play by the rules; ordinary etiquette can't restrain her.
She wouldn't have allowed her terrible reputation to continue spreading.
The sedan chair slowly came to a stop at the entrance of the Prime Minister's residence. The person alighted, the curtain was lifted, and although he was short, he exuded an imposing aura.
His eyes were filled with a sharp edge, a far cry from the smiling demeanor he displayed when interacting with ordinary people.
In addition, she was dressed up in her finest attire today, making her look like a princess visiting the Prime Minister's residence.
The two guards standing at the entrance of the Prime Minister's residence saw that it was Wu Ziyan and quickly stepped forward to pay their respects.
Then he stammered and hesitated for a long time without saying anything.
The head of the family instructed that it would be best to let Wu Zi hang out outside for a while.
But they couldn't stop her; after all, she was a princess.
She walked to the gate of the mansion, but did not go in. Instead, she looked up and down at the lintel of the Prime Minister's mansion.
He stood with his hands clasped in front of his abdomen, looking cold and aloof.
"Your Prime Minister has quite the airs of authority. I, the princess, have arrived, and not a single one of hers has come out to greet me. Does she look down on me?"
“Our Prime Minister has been working so hard on the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet that he hasn’t had a proper rest yet. Why don’t I lead the Fourth Prince to sit in the front hall first? Our Prime Minister will be there shortly.”
"Who do you two think you are? How dare you make decisions for the Prime Minister? And who is Sima Zongcheng? How dare he not come to see me!"
The two gatekeepers exchanged a glance, not daring to speak.
What right do these big shots have to say anything among themselves?
Upon hearing this, someone immediately went in to report to Sima Zongcheng.
It was said that Wu Ziyan had arrived at the gate, but hadn't gone in, seemingly waiting for her to come out and greet him.
Sima Zongcheng gritted his teeth. All he did was hold the title of princess and act all high and mighty in front of her.
But she couldn't afford to make a scene right now, so she straightened her clothes and hair.
"Let's go out and greet the Fourth Princess."
As the Prime Minister slowly walked in, Wu Ziyan stared intently at her.
"I'm the one who disturbed my mother-in-law's peace and quiet, I deserve to die!"
"Your Highness's words are too kind to this old minister. I wonder what brings Your Highness to my door? I heard that you made a grand spectacle of yourself parading through the streets early this morning?"
"Oh dear, Mother-in-law, what are you saying? Yesterday, Lingchuan said he was going back to his parents' home, and I didn't send anyone to accompany him. I figured he might have had a little tantrum since he didn't come home all night, so I've come to pick him up now."
"The Fourth Prince's arrival is unfortunate. Sima Zhufu caught a cold last night and couldn't get up this morning."
"I reckon he'll need to rest at the Prime Minister's residence for a couple more days before returning to the Fourth Prince's residence. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if he passed on his illness to the people in your household." The steward said respectfully.
Wu Ziyan glanced at her sideways, and immediately a guard stepped forward and gave the steward a look: "The Prime Minister is talking to the Princess, how dare you speak!"
The sound of the slap was particularly crisp, and those nearby felt a stinging pain on their faces.
"Your Highness, if you have any anger, take it out on this old minister. Why make things difficult for a servant?"
“I’m teaching her about hierarchy, because I’m afraid that one day she’ll say things like the Prime Minister would, and if word gets out, people will say what kind of servants the Prime Minister’s household has produced.”
“But what he just said is true, Lingchuan is sick.”
"That's alright, my princess residence is always better than the prime minister's residence."
"Not to mention the imperial physicians, he knows more folk doctors than the Prime Minister. Someone, go and invite Physician Han here. This humble one."
So, the servants obviously knew who it was, and they would definitely have to go and invite Han Yuxiu over.
“We have already seen a doctor, who said that the person cannot be exposed to wind. With so many people making such a fuss, we are afraid that it will disturb the peace and quiet of the master of Lingchuan.”
"Noisy!"
It wasn't a slap on the butler; it wasn't a slap on the butler at all. It was a slap on Sima Zongcheng's face.
She only saw her face change color several times, sometimes red, sometimes white, and she might turn blue with anger in a moment.
Sima Lingchuan slowly woke up in the room, only to feel a sharp pain in the back of his neck.
Even from inside the courtyard, he could hear what sounded like a commotion outside the inner gate; he guessed it was Wu Ziyan who had arrived.
But with so many people outside, he couldn't run out. He tugged at the door, but it was already locked from the outside.
His mother...it's heartbreaking. He used to have a sliver of support for his mother, but now it's completely gone.
Wu Ziyan simply waved her hand at the door, and someone brought over a chair. She sat down there and held out a cup of tea.
"It's not that I don't trust the physicians hired by the Prime Minister's office, but I'm familiar with Physician Han. If I catch a cold or something, he can cure me with just two doses of his medicine."
"Since you insist that the master of the house cannot stand the wind, then let's wait here for the doctor to arrive."
It's not a good look to sit standing at the entrance of the Prime Minister's residence.
Moreover, they are all prominent figures. Even if Wu Ziyan is shameless, their prime minister still has a sense of honor.
The two sides remained deadlocked, creating an awkward situation. The steward glanced at the Prime Minister.
He didn't make any significant expressions, while Wu Ziyan looked completely relaxed, occasionally sipping his tea.