After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 809 - 807: Blow

Princess Jiuling’s questioning came crashing down like a tidal wave.

The Nanliang Envoy was left dizzy, unsure of how to respond.

This handwriting is not easily mimicked; one would at least need to have seen Prince Jing’s handwriting.

The handwriting of Prince Jing certainly hasn’t circulated to Daqi.

Princess Jiuling might have seen it often, but this letter’s handwriting is obviously male; could it be that when she fled Prince Jing Mansion she took his handwriting and had someone forge this letter?

The Nanliang Envoy looked at each other.

They all doubted the authenticity of this letter.

But no matter how they scrutinized, they couldn’t find any flaws in this letter.

Even the paper used for writing is unique to Nanliang.

In the sunlight, its unique texture can be seen; even if they hadn’t used it, they certainly had seen such paper.

Could this letter indeed be written by Prince Jing?

Although Princess Jiuling is a bride of alliance, Prince Jing treated her with respect; despite her age, Princess Jiuling’s beauty is unparalleled. If she wished to entice Prince Jing into sending her back to Daqi for a visit, could Prince Jing resist such temptation?

Writing such a promise letter in a daze is not uncommon.

They had all encountered this; countless promises made on the pillow, some acknowledged, some vehemently denied.

But this was a private matter between Prince Jing and Princess Jiuling, while they were assigned by the Emperor to take Princess Jing back for official matters.

After traveling such a long way to escort her, returning empty-handed would be a wasted effort.

The Nanliang Envoy was torn, and no one spoke.

The officials of Daqi stepped forward.

Earlier, they had petitioned the Emperor to prioritize national affairs and allow Princess Jiuling to return with the Nanliang Envoy; now they realized Prince Jing had promised first.

Of course, one must keep promises; since Prince Jing couldn’t fulfill it, Princess Jiuling returned to the Capital in a fit of anger, just as a regular woman might return to her family after a spat with her husband’s family—not a big deal.

It’s merely a small conflict between a couple, not to be elevated to one between nations.

Princess Jiuling should be taken back, but it should be Prince Jing himself, not the Nanliang Envoy.

Whenever Prince Jing comes, Princess Jiuling will return.

Daqi officials spoke with confidence.

On the contrary, the previously arrogant Nanliang Envoy seemed deflated.

The Nanliang Envoy looked at Princess Jiuling and said, "Prince Jing is seriously ill and unable to come to Daqi, hence we were sent to escort Princess Jing back."

The Emperor glanced at the Nanliang Envoy saying, "Doesn’t your Prince Jin of Nanliang fall ill every other day?"

"Nanliang’s incompetent physicians have been treating him for over a decade without success."

"My daughter, Princess Jin Ning, possesses excellent medical skills; Prince Jing should seize this opportunity upon fetching his wife to cure those long-standing ailments!"

Towards Prince Jing, the Emperor held no cordiality.

He knew this might not be Prince Jing’s intention.

But every time the Emperor dispatched someone to reunite Princess Jiuling, Prince Jing would conveniently "fall sick."

These endless disappointments over time led the Emperor to harbor little goodwill towards his sickly brother-in-law.

The Nanliang Envoy showed a look of distress and said, "Prince Jing is too frail to travel far; perhaps Princess Jin Ning can accompany Princess Jing to Nanliang...?"

The Nanliang Envoy’s sentence was cut short.

Marquis Dongxiang lost his temper.

Never had he seen such foolish envoys.

The Emperor already didn’t want them to take Princess Jiuling back, yet they wish to take his daughter to Nanliang as a hostage?

Marquis Dongxiang’s anger reached a point where he dismissed them outright, stating, "Someone, escort them out!"

Officials were astounded.

The Nanliang Envoy was incredulous.

In the Political Discussion Hall, several guards indeed entered.

But removing people still awaited the Emperor’s nod.

"Take them away," said the Emperor.

The guards came over to escort them out.

The Nanliang Envoy retorted, "We’re Nanliang Envoys, here to take Princess Jiuling back!"

"Daqi can’t treat us this way!"

The voice of the Nanliang Envoy grew increasingly faint.

After their departure, Princess Jiuling also gracefully withdrew.

The hall, once lively, settled into tranquility.

The Emperor felt thoroughly pleased.

After court, he returned to the Imperial Study and summoned Princess Jiuling.

The Emperor asked her, "Was this idea from the Heir of Prince Zhenbei?"

Princess Jiuling looked at the Emperor and said, "Your servant sister does not know; when I woke in the morning, the letter was tucked under my pillow."

She had seen Prince Jing’s handwriting for over a decade.

Upon seeing the letter, she never doubted its authenticity.

She had thought Prince Jing had it delivered to extricate her from the situation.

The Emperor commanded Eunuch Fu to summon Xie Jingchen to the palace.

Eunuch Fu, hesitant, said, "A new batch of tribute fruits arrived at the palace; let me bring some to the princess and inquire of the Heir of Prince Zhenbei?"

"That works," said the Emperor.

Eunuch Fu personally picked a basket of tribute fruits and then went to Prince Zhenbei Mansion.

He saw Xie Jingchen’s injured face.

Eunuch Fu, "... ."

Eunuch Fu asked Xie Jingchen how his face was injured.

Xie Jingchen casually replied with a couple of sentences, diverting the topic, "What brings you to me, Eunuch Fu?"

"The Emperor requests Young Master to come to the palace," said Eunuch Fu wryly.

Eunuch Fu had left the palace hoping Xie Jingchen would avoid seeing the Emperor and getting scolded.

But seeing Xie Jingchen this way, Eunuch Fu felt the Emperor should witness this.

What a superb son-in-law.

At a mere word from the Emperor, tirelessly running back and forth, getting beaten up at Dongxiang Marquis Mansion in the middle of the night.

Apart from merits, there were hardships too.

Thus—

Xie Jingchen went to the palace.

To avoid exposing the injured face, he deliberately wore a mask.

The Emperor was startled upon seeing Xie Jingchen’s injured visage.

After inquiry, it was found to be Marquis Dongxiang’s doing.

The Emperor was furious, "I summon him to the palace to advise me; he feigns illness."

"Yet when it comes to beating my son-in-law, he shows no restraint!"

Xie Jingchen quietly stood listening as the Emperor rebuked Marquis Dongxiang.

Once the reprimand was done—

He left the Imperial Study carrying the Emperor’s gift of a Duan Inkstone.

The Duan Inkstone didn’t even enter the Prince Mansion; Xie Jingchen directly sent it to Dongxiang Marquis Mansion for Zhao Xu.

Although this was his own strategy, without Zhao Xu’s assistance, it wouldn’t have succeeded.

Duke Chong’s Mansion.

Study.

Duke Chong sat in the chair, listening to the ministers recount the events of the Political Discussion Hall, his face gloomy.

Finally, the Nanliang Envoy was awaited to escort Princess Jiuling away.

Yet Princess Jiuling sneaked back to the Capital, only to straightforwardly stay.

The Nanliang Envoy came openly to fetch her, only to be driven out of the Capital in disgrace.

All because of a single letter, turning unwarranted into justified, justified into unwarranted.

Irrespective of the letter’s authenticity, Nanliang was shut down on capitalizing on Princess Jiuling escaping to Daqi.

If Nanliang denies the letter’s authenticity, it would only elicit ridicule from Daqi.

Ridicule that Prince Jin of Nanliang dares not admit his deeds.

After all, pillow talk—what man hasn’t been swayed by it?

Duke Chong’s anger pained his chest.

The frustration of constantly failing at everything he attempts is unbearable.

The ministers, seeing Duke Chong’s depression, didn’t dare linger, quickly took their leave.

As they departed, a snow-white pigeon landed on the window sill, delivering yet another heavy blow.