The Dramatic Crown Princess Wants to Poison Me!

Chapter 642: Chapter 641: Mister

Xia Sichen shook his head and said, "You know, the old man at home is just a clumsy oaf. He doesn’t know all these twists and turns, nor does he understand a girl’s mind. Maybe he couldn’t even tell the difference between mandarin ducks and ordinary ducks carved on top, and nearly took it to give to Wenjin. Luckily, I happened to come across it, learned it was something you, brother, intended to give Wenjin, and thought that since our time in Haotian Village was quite enjoyable, I couldn’t let you suffer a loss in silence. So I intercepted it."

Huangfu Yuxuan breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely, "Thank you, Brother Sichen!"

"It’s nothing, it’s nothing!" Xia Sichen said wholeheartedly, with genuine sincerity, "Actually, you don’t need to think about giving those flowery things. Let me tell you, our Wenjin grew up among boys; she’s different from other girls and doesn’t like such things. If you give her those things, she might even think you’re fussy. It’s not worth it, not worth it!"

Huangfu Yuxuan thought, isn’t Haotian Village precisely a place filled with men?

Turns out he was heading in the wrong direction. What should be given next time? If the best option is feasible, why go for the moderate or lesser options?

While pondering over this, he returned to the carriage with Xia Sichen.

Having bathed and changed into clean clothes, Hua Yuanming and Gu Hongxin looked refreshed.

They boarded the same carriage with Huangfu Yuxuan.

The group headed to Yan Zui Xuan.

Although Yan Zui Xuan did not allow waste, its dishes were exquisite and delicious; each person, with two or three dishes, would not leave any leftovers. Plus, since there were many of them, the table was filled with fine wine and dishes,

Huangfu Yuxuan was adept at winning people’s hearts, quickly enlivening the atmosphere at the wine table.

Hua Yuanming and Gu Hongxin felt very pleased inside.

Earlier on the carriage, they had asked Huangfu Yuxuan whether, after doing such a thing, their jobs could still be retained.

Huangfu Yuxuan gave them a very affirmative answer, yes!

In fact, while providing this answer, Huangfu Yuxuan felt his heart bleeding. To bring Haotian Village under his control, he had already used four strategies.

And spent quite some time, yet up till now, had only brought Xia Wanqing and the other two into the Capital City.

Hua Yuanming and Gu Hongxin were fine; once they entered the career path, they could not escape his grasp sooner or later.

But Xia Wanqing refused to enter the service.

Now, this situation could hardly be described as good, at least not proportionate to his efforts. Xia Wanqing seemed coarse and unrefined, yet was not so easy to deal with. Several of his strategies ended in vain. To make him trust completely, one person was not so easy.

If not for his sufficient patience, high-level methods, and deep understanding of human nature, maybe Xia Wanqing wouldn’t have come to the Capital City at all.

But it’s not just that his schemes have failed, he’s also lost well-arranged manpower.

The Vice Commander of the Imperial Guard was his future power to control the Capital Guard, but was demoted and transferred because of this matter.

The Junior Minister of the Ministry of Justice, whom he nurtured to later control the Ministry of Justice, was also lost.

But Haotian Village still wasn’t under control.

The only consolation, perhaps, was bringing Xia Wanqing and the other two to the Capital City, and Xia Wenjin followed to the Capital City as well, with tendencies to settle here.

Such a large Haotian Village, such powerful assistance, of course, Huangfu Yuxuan could not afford to let this thread go.

Huangfu Yuxuan hinted to Hua and Gu that in officialdom, power also mattered, and both of them were too weak in this regard. The Imperial Guard was expanding recruitment, and with the brothers’ skills from the village, plus his advocacy, securing a post was a piece of cake.

Hua and Gu also expressed that they would surely send messages to the brothers in the village, urging them to fight for a career.

"Bang!" A teacup was slammed hard onto the ground, hot water splashing everywhere, much of it spilling onto the black-clad figure kneeling on one knee on the floor, unmoving, with his head drooping, listening to Prince Zhuang’s roar.

"Useless, good-for-nothings, all of them are good-for-nothings!"

Ever since the assassination attempt on Prince Cheng’s Heir, security around him had been very tight, and several attempts made by his men couldn’t find a chance to strike.

No action means his destiny remains incomplete - when will the position of Crown Prince return to him?

His father now grounded him but showed undue affections for Old Nine, the wastrel, does he have to stand by and watch Old Nine gain power?

But his subordinates are such useless lot; unable to harm Prince Cheng’s Heir, creating trouble or blocking Old Nine, they could only succeed two or three times out of ten.

How could that not anger him?

He threw another teacup, which hit the black-clad man’s head directly, knocking it to the side and not slowing its momentum, rolling towards the door.

Just rolled to the feet of a pair of embroidered shoes, the footsteps paused.

Prince Zhuang’s gaze fell upon the kneeling black-clad man as he shouted, "Get out!"

The black-clad man, head bloodied, as if receiving amnesty, immediately got up and left.

Once the black-clad man left, Princess Consort Zhuang stepped in.

Seeing the broken pieces of the teacup on the ground, worry showed on her face as she softly said, "My Prince, what could make you this angry? If the servants are senseless, a reprimand would suffice, getting this angry could harm your health!"

Princess Consort Zhuang appeared slightly haggard.

Regarding Huangfu Wei’s affairs, she was unaware, thus did not live in fear. Her complexion was poor because of Zhan Baoqing.

Her family’s only nephew had died. Although the prime perpetrator was executed by dismemberment, two others remained unscathed. The Duke of England used his power and even personally appealed to the Emperor, yet couldn’t have those two condemned, leaving an unresolved grievance.

Reflecting upon her family’s nephew’s tragic death, how could Princess Consort Zhuang be in a good mood?

At the time, she had subtly inquired with Prince Zhuang about whether those two could be thus convicted? Prince Zhuang treated the matter rationally. Even though the Duke of England belonged to his faction, someone had struck the Injustice Bell, and the Emperor had approved for a retrial. Without conclusive evidence, it wasn’t possible to accuse those originally innocent!

Moreover, just demoted to Commandery Prince, if he interfered too much, it might backfire. For this reason, he even specifically explained to the Duke of England. Naturally, the grief-stricken Duke did not want to see Prince Zhuang, already in an awkward situation, falling further beyond redemption.

Prince Zhuang couldn’t assist with any help, leaving Princess Consort Zhuang feeling she’s let her family down. Even so, she remained a dutiful princess, managing the Prince Zhuang Mansion meticulously.

Prince Zhuang softened his demeanor and said, "Why don’t you rest? There’s no need for you to bother with these matters!"

Princess Consort Zhuang gently replied, "My Prince, if you are in a bad mood, how can I rest assured? I know you have great ambitions, so the more you should calm down."

Prince Zhuang took a deep breath, embraced Princess Consort Zhuang, and said, "Mm, I understand. I was indeed too aggressive lately. Father-in-law advised me to bide my time, and I’ve taken it to heart!"

Just as Princess Consort Zhuang was about to speak, the steward hurried in, joyfully saying, "My Prince, there’s news from the gentleman!"