After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 702 Lost Favor

This matter must definitely be told to Marquis Dongxiang.

No one hopes more than her father and elder brother for Old Duke Chong to recover soon.

However, bringing out such a grave accusation of patricide will inevitably ruin Duke Chong’s reputation, and making him hand over the antidote will be no easy task.

Xie Jingchen asked the Hidden Guard to prepare a carriage so he could escort Su Jin back home.

It was still early, so after breakfast, Su Jin went with Xie Jingchen to the front courtyard to pay respects to the Princess Consort and to help check her pulse.

However, the Princess Consort was not in Qingzheng Court.

Lu Qiao stared in the direction of the study, saying, "The Princess Consort went to the study to find the Prince, she left in a hurry, I wonder if something happened?"

Su Jin and Xie Jingchen exchanged a glance.

The Princess Consort doesn’t manage the household, the embroidery room overseen by Mrs. Wang is quite enough.

What could make the Princess Consort rush off in such urgency within the Prince Mansion?

Fearing something had happened, they headed to the study.

As they approached the study, they heard the Princess Consort’s voice, "Quickly tell me, has something happened in Nanliang?"

"Nothing has happened in Nanliang," said the Prince.

"If nothing has happened, why did you instruct Manager Li not to let anything slip?" The Princess Consort was skeptical.

The Princess Consort had just been walking in the front courtyard when she overheard a conversation between the Prince and Manager Li as they passed by.

The more she thought about it, the more something seemed off.

There are not many people and things she cares about in this world.

Once it was only Xie Jingchen and the Prince, and now there is one more, the only bloodline of Donglin Prince Mansion, her elder brother’s orphan.

The Prince is fine, Xie Jingchen is also doing well, leaving only Zhao Xu far away in Nanliang.

The Princess Consort grew increasingly uneasy, so she hurried to find the Prince.

The Prince looked at her slightly protruding abdomen and said, "Be careful of the fetal movement, really nothing happened in Nanliang; the Right Minister’s grievances have also been redressed, but he has become disillusioned with Nanliang’s officialdom and resigned to return home."

"What about this is something that I cannot be told?" the Princess Consort continued to question.

"... ."

"It’s not that I won’t tell you, it’s just that there’s no need; I wanted to spare you the sorrow of recalling old memories of Nanliang," the Prince said, helping the Princess Consort to sit down.

No matter how the Princess Consort asked, the Prince wouldn’t say.

Xie Jingchen and Su Jin entered to pay their respects.

The Princess Consort then got up and left, but before leaving, she gave Xie Jingchen a look, indicating that he should inquire from the Prince for her.

This was the first time the Princess Consort asked Xie Jingchen for help; he had no reason to refuse. He looked at the Prince and asked, "Did something really happen in Nanliang?"

The Prince did not keep it from Xie Jingchen and Su Jin, handing a note to Xie Jingchen.

The note was a pigeon post from Nanliang.

There weren’t many words on it, but after Xie Jingchen read it, a cold chill erupted all over him.

No wonder Father wouldn’t tell Mother what had happened in Nanliang no matter what.

How could Father possibly tell Mother that Donglin Prince’s ancestral graves had been desecrated?!

The Right Minister of Nanliang was disheartened with the Nanliang Court because of this matter and hence resigned and returned home.

This means that the desecration of Donglin Prince Mansion’s ancestral graves was ordered by the Nanliang Court?!

Wiping out an entire family wasn’t enough, they had to desecrate the ancestral graves too; what kind of deep hatred is this?!

The Prince looked at Xie Jingchen and said, "If I’m not mistaken, the news of your mother still being alive must have reached Nanliang, and the Nanliang Court wants to use this to find out who helped your mother back then."

They helped the Princess Consort arrive at the Daqi Dynasty, using the pretext of sending singers from Nanliang to get her into Prince Zhenbei Mansion.

This was a blatant challenge to the then Crown Prince of Nanliang, the current Emperor of Nanliang, how could the Emperor not be furious upon learning this?

And the most likely suspect assisting the Princess Consort would be the Right Minister of Nanliang.

Nanliang used this to shake up Prime Minister Zhao.

Prime Minister Zhao is a smart man; staying in the court would probably lead to something more than mere false accusations in the future.

No emperor with such a narrow heart would meet a good end.

The Princess Consort waited under the large tree outside the study; when Xie Jingchen came out, she came over and asked, "Did you find out anything for Mother?"

Xie Jingchen nodded slightly and said, "The Emperor of Nanliang wants to arrange a marriage for Brother Zhao; the marriage is not agreeable, fearing Mother would worry, so it was not mentioned."

This was an excuse discussed between Xie Jingchen and the Prince, but it wouldn’t be easy to deceive the Princess Consort.

"How does the Right Minister resign, yet his son still receives a marriage decree?" the Princess Consort asked.

"... ."

"They intended to decree the marriage first, then he resigned. The Right Minister thought that without the official position, the marriage proposal would naturally be nullified."

Su Jin glanced at Xie Jingchen.

His mind worked fast enough.

For the sake of Zhao Xu, the Right Minister of Nanliang even gave up his position, showing how much he loves Zhao Xu.

With the Right Minister of Nanliang caring so much for Zhao Xu, the Princess Consort could be at ease.

Sure enough, the worry dissipated from the Princess Consort’s face, gratitude shining in her eyes.

It was gratitude towards the Right Minister of Nanliang.

To prevent more questions, Xie Jingchen said, "I shall first escort the Heir’s wife back to Dongxiang Marquis Mansion."

In front of the Prince Mansion, Xie Jingchen helped Su Jin into the carriage.

Just then, a snow-white dove flew in from the northeast corner of the Prince Mansion.

It lingered over the South Courtyard, not flying away.

A maid came out carrying a copper basin, saw the dove, and quickly returned inside.

Soon, Aunt Xue appeared at the window, holding a flute to her lips, and a melodious tune flowed out moments later.

The snow-white dove landed on the window sill and was swiftly caught by the maid.

After waiting for so many days, news had finally come.

Aunt Xue lowered the flute, took the bamboo tube from the maid, and opened the letter inside.

After reading it briefly, Aunt Xue looked up to the sky.

Her hand slowly clenched, and the paper turned to ashes in her grasp.

...

Half an hour later.

The carriage stopped in front of Dongxiang Marquis Mansion.

Xie Jingchen dismounted and helped Su Jin down.

The entrance to Dongxiang Marquis Mansion was as always unwatched.

As Su Jin was about to step inside, she noticed a turtle desperately trying to climb over the threshold, clearly wanting to get out.

Unfortunately, the threshold of Dongxiang Marquis Mansion was too high, and the turtle would never succeed in climbing over in its entire life.

Xingxing picked up the turtle, looking around and calling out, "Young Master?"

Called out twice.

No one answered.

However, a servant came over, having heard the noise, and said, "The Young Master is training on the Meihua Pole."

"Then why is the turtle here?" Xingxing inquired.

The servant glanced at the turtle and said, "This turtle has fallen out of favor for a few days and hasn’t regained favor."

Su Jin, "... ."

Xie Jingchen, "... ."

"How exactly did it fall out of favor?" Su Jin asked curiously.

"A few days ago, the Young Master was teasing the turtle, but when Madam called him, he didn’t pay attention, and the turtle crawled over and bit his hand," the servant said, stifling a laugh.

There’s nothing to be done.

The Young Master’s cry still seemed to echo in the air.

Ever since the bite, the turtle lost favor.

If the turtle could be eaten, it would have long become a dish.

Upon hearing that the turtle bites people, Xingxing silently put it down.

This turtle seemed very determined to climb over Dongxiang Marquis Mansion’s gate, perhaps unable to accept the fall from favor, the gap was too wide, and it was persistently trying to make it over.

The wall-climbing turtle, the quarreling parrot, and Little Black biting its own tail.

Everything was so harmonious.

Marquis Dongxiang was in the study, so Su Jin and Xie Jingchen went there.