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Chapter 1179: Angered by the Princess (183 million votes plus additional content)

In the carriage, the dim light flickered, casting a half-bright and half-dark shadow on Concubine Zhuang's face.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word of the Buddhist maxims that usually encouraged people to be kind, forgiving and compassionate.

Concubine Zhuang's throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, making her heart feel stuffy.

A long silence hung between the two of them.

Only the eldest princess's suppressed sobs sounded particularly clear in the silent carriage.

"Yun'er."

Concubine Zhuang's voice was deliberately calm, with an unquestionable tone: "You must remember that treason is a grave crime punishable by the death of nine generations of your clan!"

She leaned forward slightly, looked into the eldest princess's confused and tearful eyes, and emphasized her tone, as if to carve this iron rule into the eldest princess's tender heart.

"Duke Dingguo is no longer your grandfather, but a traitor!"

"He is a traitor who intends to overthrow your father's throne and bring disaster upon the people!"

"Your Majesty, be wise and enlightened. It is only right to apprehend him and execute him according to the law! It is only natural and just!"

"You have offended the Holy Emperor today and spoken nonsense. This is extremely wrong!"

Concubine Zhuang's voice was filled with fear and sternness: "If His Majesty had not considered your youth and ignorance, and had not cared about the father-daughter relationship, simply for asking for mercy for the traitor would have been a crime of great disrespect!"

"From now on, you must never mention this person in front of His Majesty again! Do you understand?!"

It was the first time that the eldest princess had seen Concubine Zhuang speak so harshly and was shocked by this unprecedented harsh reprimand.

Her mouth opened slightly, and she forgot to sob.

As a royal princess, how could she not understand that treason is a serious crime.

But the figure locked in the prison van with white hair fluttering in the cold wind is the grandfather in her memory who would secretly give her candied haws and rub her with his stubble to tickle her!

She could never regard her grandfather as a hideous traitor...

"But... Mother..."

The eldest princess' voice was filled with broken tears, and her small body curled up in the quilt like a wounded little animal: "Yun'er knows that grandpa has made a huge mistake..."

"Yun'er doesn't dare to ask Father for help anymore..."

She raised her tearful little face and looked at Concubine Zhuang. Her eyes were no longer filled with pure pleading, but with the most direct confusion and accusation of a child: "But... the people Yun'er loved are gone one after another..."

"My mother was sentenced to death by my father... Sister Xiyan is also dead..."

Big tears silently rolled down the eldest princess's eyes, hitting the brocade quilt and blurring the dark dots: "Grandpa...Grandpa is the one Yun'er remembers. He is one of the few people who is kind to Yun'er..."

"Yun'er doesn't want Grandpa to become... someone I'll never see again..."

Her small hand once again grasped Concubine Zhuang's sleeve tightly, using all her strength, as if grasping at the last straw, and her voice was filled with despair and pleading: "Mother, you are the most merciful!"

"You recite the sutras every day, and the Buddha is watching you!"

"Why don't you go talk to the Emperor? Go and beg for mercy! The Emperor will definitely listen to you!"

"Please save grandpa...save their family!"

"Yun'er begs you! Yun'er kowtows to you!"

As she spoke, the eldest princess actually struggled, trying to crawl out of the quilt and pretending to kneel on the cold ground.

"Yun'er!"

Concubine Zhuang shouted sternly and put her hand on the eldest princess's shoulder.

The force was so great that the eldest princess winced in pain.

The dim light flickered, making the mask of gentleness and compassion on Concubine Zhuang's face seem to be crumbling...

She looked at the desperate trust and pleading in the eldest princess's eyes.

This trust was earned through her daily chanting of sutras and reciting Buddha's name, and the compassionate image she painstakingly cultivated.

Now, it is like the clearest mirror, reflecting everything about her!

Go and plead for Duke Dingguo?

absurd!

ridiculous!

This is simply asking for death!

Concubine Zhuang only felt a cold and depressed air suddenly blocking her chest, almost suffocating her.

She opened her mouth, but all the Buddhist maxims that she usually uttered, advising people to be kind and saving all living beings, those flawless and magnanimous words, now she couldn't utter a single word...

Concubine Zhuang never thought that she had been active in the backyard of the palace and interacted with the concubines in the harem, and had always presented herself as a gentle, dignified and non-confrontational person.

She, who had few rivals, was one day bound tightly with the ropes of mercy by a five-year-old child, leaving her speechless!

This feeling was a hundred times more embarrassing than kneeling before the emperor's carriage in broad daylight...

"you……"

Concubine Zhuang tried to regain her composure and dignity, but she found herself utterly furious...

The eldest princess tilted her head upwards, her eyes blurred with tears. She could only see her mother's face, which always wore a compassionate smile, now tense. Her lips were pressed into a pale line, and her eyes were so complex she couldn't understand them at all.

The mother did not agree, nor did she comfort her gently as usual.

Huge disappointment instantly overwhelmed the princess' heart.

The light in her eyes was completely extinguished, leaving only tears and silent questions.

Concubine Zhuang turned her face away, avoiding the eldest princess's pure gaze.

"Yun'er, it's late, you should go to bed."

Her voice was dry and tense, with a sense of haste, completely losing her usual calm and gentle demeanor: "Ruji, take the princess back to the carriage at the back and keep an eye on her!"

Ruoji lowered his head and said, "Yes..."

The eldest princess was crying and wanted to continue begging Concubine Zhuang, but was carried away by Ruoji.

She really didn't understand. Her mother was so kind, she ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddhist scriptures every day, so why didn't she want to save her grandfather?

The curtain fell, blocking out the eldest princess's suppressed sobs.

It also blocked out Concubine Zhuang's face, which was filled with embarrassment and depression, hidden in the shadows.

"My lady..."

Ruoli's voice was filled with cautious worry: "The eldest princess is too young and naive. She only cares about her family. But treason... This is a serious crime punishable by the death of nine generations of her family!"

"To plead for mercy for a traitor is, in itself, a crime of blasphemy!"

She paused, her voice filled with urgency and fear. "Your Majesty, considering the eldest princess's youth and the fact that it was her first offense, has not investigated further. This is already a great grace."

"But if... if the eldest princess is blinded by that little bit of admiration, and runs to His Majesty again in the future..."

"Or... or someone with ulterior motives instigated me to say something I shouldn't have said..."

Ruoli's voice trembled slightly, filled with fear that she dared not think too deeply: "Then...then will His Majesty still be as tolerant as he is today?"

"Everyone knows that what His Majesty hates most is those who do not know their duty and speak for the traitors."

"If His Majesty is furious, I'm afraid... I'm afraid not only will the Grand Princess be punished, but even you, Your Majesty... will be implicated!"

Concubine Zhuang closed her eyes.

During the day, His Majesty's cold gaze, the broken teacup, and that merciless warning are still fresh in my mind...