Chapter 75
Chapter 75: A Dejected Prince with a Cold Outside and Tender Inside (31)
Translator: asassin
The favor from an emperor never comes out of nowhere, not even for Prince Yan, to whom Emperor Huizong has given his affection for over twenty years . That's why the emperor hate to part with Prince Yan and couldn’t leave him behind .
Emperor Huizong glances at Prince Beiding and opens his mouth: “I come here to ask for your cooperation . ”
After an hour, the ordinary carriage with blue-green curtain leaves Prince Beiding's Manor in a slow pace .
Zhao Yi remains at that same spot for all this time, looking at the carriage leaving for the palace .
“Your Highness, it’s too hard for us to get our men into Prince Beiding's Manor indeed . ” His man says a little awkwardly .
Zhao Yi shakes his head slightly: “If your men can get into Prince Beiding's Manor, then it will become a joke for having remained intact over a century . ”
He drinks up the rest of the liquor in his cup and says: “Let's go . ”
Prince Beiding's Manor .
Zhao Yi murmurs these three characters to himself and looks full of confidence .
Isn’t a powerful family of his wife’s side always what he wants?
It’s a pity that Prince Beiding doesn’t have another daughter .
Considering the power and influence of Prince Beiding’s Manor he has to put up with having a married woman as his legitimate princess .
Zhao Yi has it all planned out in his mind .
It’s no secret that Prince Beiding doesn’t like Prince Yan .
It’s also generally acknowledged that Prince Yan and Princess Yan don’t get along .
Now that Prince Yan suffers a setback, no matter why does Princess Yan move to the cold palace, it is true that she has had a hard time .
Prince Beiding, who has been seeing her as the pearl in the palm is definitely going to blame Prince Yan for what she has been trough .
During this period, he simply needs to add a little instigation .
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He considers about it and already has a plan .
On this day, at lunch time .
An unfamiliar young eunuch brings them lunch .
Zhao Yin is in the backyard while Ah Zhao is sitting there, looking at the young eunuch take out their lunch .
What the young eunuch takes out surprises her .
Steamed duck stuffed with eight delicacies, fried pork rolls, fried chicken and tofu with lotus seedpod .
There are all together eight dishes plus one plate full of glittering and translucent grapes .
Ah Zhao is dumbfounded .
It’s not like she hasn’t eaten those food before .
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With the favor Prince Yan received from His Majesty and her status as Qin Zhao, she has had every good thing in the world .
But now it's different from the past .
Let alone those who are in the cold palace, even some consorts with inferior positions couldn’t have this kind of delicacies .
Could it be that Noble Consort He is stung by her conscience?
Seeing how surprised Ah Zhao is, the young eunuch laughs a little smugly and says in a low voice: “My master has said that he hates to see someone as precious as princess have a tough time in this cold palace, so he comes up with many ideas and let me take the risk to send you those delicacies . ”
Ah Zhao frowns: “Who is your master?”
The young eunuch says in a small voice: “My master is someone who pities you, princess, but I dare not to tell you my master's name . ”
He turns and leaves after he has said that .
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Right at that time Zhao Yin comes over from the back yard .
Seeing all those dishes on the table, Zhao Yin is extremely astonished: “Does Noble Consort He finally decide to behave herself?”
Ah Zhao: “ . . . ”
That's just what I’m thinking about .
She shakes her head: “A young eunuch took it here just now . I don’t think it was Noble Consort He . Though I have no idea about who it was either . ”
Seeing the feast on the table, she is stimulated but doesn't move .
Zhao Yin sees how eagerly she looks at those dishes and finds her extremely adorable .
Ever since their talk, he grows more fond of his princess each day .
He wonders how could he harden his heart and have a cold war with her for two years?