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Ming Shu had appointed Junjue as the royal concubine, but she never went to the Xianyu Palace, and Junjue never stayed overnight at Yangxin Hall, either.
Such a situation comforted those ministers a lot.
It seemed the rumor was true. Her Majesty did it in order to anger the prime minister, and she liked the prime minister.
While because Ming Shu didnât play the game according to rules, Ning Furongâs plan was disturbed. She intended to see Ming Shu, but Ming Shu didnât call her, so she had no chance to cause any more troubles then.
The autumn hunt came as scheduled.
The place for autumn hunt was some distance away from the imperial city. Ming Shu sat in the carriage. She was now in a less complicated outfit than in the royal palace, but which was still burdensome.
Ming Shu shook her head unintentionally out of sleepiness, looking very cute.
The procession stopped. Meng Liang moved slightly and lifted open the curtain to look outside. Meng Liang happened to show up at the window. âYour Majesty, weâre taking a rest now.â
Ming Shu was a little confused on how to start gaining Hatred Points from Meng Liang. Will he hate me if I give him a beating?
âYour Majesty?â
Meng Liang got out of the carriage and said to Meng Liang, âCome with me.â
âYes.â
Junjue sat in a carriage in the rear. Seeing Ming Shu leave the procession and walk toward the nearby forest with Meng Liang, he jumped down from his carriage immediately without thinking.
âYour Highness?â
Junjue waved away the man went up to ask him and walked toward the forest. But Meng Liangâs imperial guards stood in a line and blocked him. âYour Highness, for your safety, you canât wander about.â
âLet go of me!â
âYour Highness, please go back to your carriage.â
Ming Shu never favorited Junjue so they inevitably looked down on the royal concubine. The imperial guards blocked in front of him and spoke in a cold tone, without showing any concession.
Ning Furong may have heard the noises and she came over riding on a horse from the front. âWhatâs going on here?â
âPrime Minister.â The imperial guards made a neither humble nor pushy salute. âThe Royal Concubine wants to leave here.â
Ning Furong got down from the horse and sounded quite polite. âYour Highness, weâre not in the royal palace now. If you have something to do, you can order the servants to do it, and please go back to your carriage.â
âWhat if I donât?â
Ning Furong smiled and turned to give the order to imperial guards. âWatch His Highness carefully, and donât make him get hurt. Otherwise if Her Majesty blames, we wonât be able to afford the punishmentâ
The imperial guards took the order and blocked Junjueâs way tightly.
Junjue: â...â
This little bitches must be on purpose!
Ning Furong bowed to retreat. At the moment she looked up, however, and wondering if it was just her illusion, Ning Furong thought the way Junjue looked at her was not right. But when she took a closer look at him, Junjue just stood there and looked afar angrily.
Ning Furong frowned slightly and rode on the horse to leave.
After a long while, Ming Shu came back; as soon as she came back, Lianxin ran to report things to her. âYour Majesty, the royal concubine said he didnât feel well.â
âDidnât feel well?â
Ming Shu walked toward Junjueâs direction. There were many servants standing by the carriage, and seeing Ming Shu come over, they saluted one after another.
Lianxin supported Ming Shu to get into the carriage. Junjue sat inside in a corner with a pale face. There were some food beside, but which was untouched.
âHow do you feel uncomfortable?â
âThe jolts in the carriage make me feel sick and dizzy. I want to vomit.â Junjue maximized the Hostâs femininity.
âI canât take you to fly there. Just endure a little longer.â
Junjue wasnât convinced, though. âI canât. I feel horrible.â
Ming Shu thought for a while. âDo I need to send you back?â
Junjue choked.
WTF? Who the hell says that!
Does she really not understand, or is she just pretending?
Ming Shu was very happy to see Junjue in a dumbfounded state. She sat beside him slowly. âEat something, and itâll take some time to arrive the place.â
âI donât want to eat anything.â
Ming Shu smiled happily. âIâll help you then.â
Junjue: â...â F**king this.
Junjue could only witness Ming Shu finish all his food with big eyes, and he trembled with anger... This woman... this... sheâs incurable!â
Why do I have to take such kind of mission!
I am not doing this anymore!
Junjue shrank himself into a corner with depression, holding himself tightly. So sad, and so hungry...
Ming Shu thought Junjue was like a little wronged poor animal and his entire person was spiritless.
Ming Shu was about to get closer, but a sudden neigh came from outside, followed by the whistling of sharp objects through the air, and then it was countless âdongdongâ noises.
âProtect Her Majesty!â
Ming Shu lifted the curtain and looked out. The carriage that she sat in had been stuck into a hornetâs nest by arrows. The procession included ministers and their families, and right now men, women, and children began to scream, forming an extremely chaotic situation.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
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Ming Shu intended to go out but was pulled by Junjue. âDonât... donât go out.â
Junjue pulled on her tightly with reddened eyes.
Ming Shuâs reason told her that he was just acting. But her unreasonable emotion made her give up the idea of going out and sit next to him, then she held him in her arms. âWhatâs wrong?â
Junjue didnât answer. The noises outside then gradually faded.
Ming Shu lifted the curtain again. The chaotic battle had been ended.
âAre you all right, Your Majesty?â Meng Liangâs voice was a little restrained and he stood outside Junjueâs carriage. He lowered down his head and didnât look at Ming Shu.
Whoever got an inexplicable beating wouldnât feel happy.
âWhat happened?â
Meng Liang looked up slightly to see Junjue in Ming Shuâs arms, and his face turned paler. He gritted his teeth and answered, âWe met the assassins. Two were caught, but the rest escaped.â
âGeneral Meng, the assassin killed himself.â
Meng Liang looked to the sound source, then bowed to Ming Shu quickly and left. âYour Majesty, please wait for a while. Iâll go check it out.â
âYour Majesty, that General Meng likes you.â Junjueâs voice sounded faint as if he didnât speak anything.
Ming Shu lowered her eyes to look at him. He still had a pair of reddened eyes, but the expression was normal, and there wasnât any sign of timidness on his face now.
Ming Shu was almost angered into laughter.
Why is he so good at acting? The entire world owes you an Oscar!
âHow do you know he likes me?â Ming Shu pushed him aside.
Junjue grunted unmanly. I know it at a glance.
Thereâs always someone waiting to steal my girl.
All the assassins caught were dead, and Meng Liang didnât find any useful clue. Ning Furong came to show her caring face pretendingly, and Ming Shu stared at her, wondering that she didnât seem to have planned this...
Although they met an accident, the procession needed to march on. The autumn hunt was the Purple Moon Nationâs tradition and couldnât be abolished.
Junjue didnât comment on the assassin matter, but Ming Shuâs carriage had been ruined, so she had to share the same carriage with Junjue.
Lianxin rearranged the carriage a little. Sitting on the layers of silk quilt, Junjue was finally satisfied.
Held by the matter, it was already dark when they arrived at the living palace for the autumn hunt.
There was another round of bustling before the living palace quieted down.
âYour Highness, the royal concubine said thereâre insects in the living palace and he canât fall asleep.â Lianxin was so tired. She heard that the man was very delicate as early as when he was under the house arrest. He would rather starve than eat the bad food given by the eunuchs, and he must change his clothes everyday.
Judging from the current situation, he was far beyond delicate.