Chapter 1815: Chapter 1753: Proceeding Slowly

Wufu and the others were right. Ah Jiu’s posture really aroused curiosity from the other party, and the person who came was the prefect named Zheng Kui.

Confirmed that Ah Jiu was indeed the imperial envoy coming from the Capital, as well as Prince Jin, Zheng Kui was so scared he stumbled backward and hastily sent someone to notify Marquis Xuanwu.

Thus, the small inn was crowded with people, filled with officers and soldiers.

Marquis Xuanwu, dressed in court attire, respectfully greeted and inquired about Ah Jiu’s well-being, informing him that a banquet and guest rooms had already been prepared at the residence, and invited Ah Jiu to move there.

Ah Jiu, rarely together with Wufu, certainly wouldn’t go to some marquis’ residence, naturally declining.

Marquis Xuanwu, having no other option, suggested a quiet villa, persuading both pleasurably and earnestly, to which Ah Jiu reluctantly agreed.

When inviting Ah Jiu out, Marquis Xuanwu saw Wufu wearing a veiled hat and curiously observed.

He heard from the young general that this was the lady spoken of by Prince Jin, his wife? But it was never heard that Prince Jin had a grand wedding!

It’s no surprise regarding Prince Jin, as he was far in the Northern Region. Though he had people in the Capital, the news he followed was nothing but major court affairs. He paid little attention to Ah Jiu’s private affairs, naturally unaware of the secret marriage, unless it was a formal grand wedding, which would be announced widely.

"This lady..." Marquis Xuanwu asked with a flattering smile.

Ah Jiu coldly replied, "This is my Princess Consort."

Upon hearing this, Marquis Xuanwu immediately knelt on the ground and called for a thousand years of health for the Princess Consort.

Wufu’s voice was slightly gentle: "Marquis, you may rise."

"The Marquis’s subordinate is indeed diligent. Just as I first arrived, the Princess Consort was unwell and resting, yet your subordinate barged in without notice, quite impressive!" Ah Jiu glared at the young general behind Marquis Xuanwu.

The young general’s legs weakened, and he knelt straight to the ground with a thud: "I was unwise and failed to recognize great personages, ask Your Highness for forgiveness."

Good heavens, now realizing where the previous panic stemmed from—turns out the other party is a prince, a status second only to the Emperor, the Emperor’s younger brother and the Empress Dowager’s legitimate son!

Ah Jiu snorted.

Marquis Xuanwu kicked the young general, furious: "Ignorant fool, how dare you offend the Prince and Princess Consort. Come, drag him down to be executed!"

"Yes."

The young general was terrified, pleading for mercy.

Marquis Xuanwu noticed Ah Jiu unmoved, his heart sinking slightly, coldly said: "Drag him away, lest he offends anyone here, gag him and take him away!"

"Forget it!" Wufu spoke at this moment, saying: "Your Highness, as they say, the uninformed should not be blamed. He was just fulfilling his duty, don’t act recklessly."

"Since the Princess Consort pardons, then let it be. But death may be spared; hard labor will continue. Just give him fifty strokes as a warning." Ah Jiu did not plan to let it go easily.

"Insolent fool, why don’t you thank the Princess Consort and Prince for sparing your life!" Marquis Xuanwu continued, though inwardly pondering whether they were playing one as bad cop and the other as good cop.

The young general knelt on the ground, constantly kowtowing in gratitude, before being dragged away.

"Your Highness, shall we depart now?" Marquis Xuanwu smiled and invited Ah Jiu to board the carriage.

Ah Jiu nodded but personally helped Wufu onto the carriage first, then got on himself, saying: "I will ride together with the Princess Consort."

Marquis Xuanwu praised repeatedly, though he had other thoughts, observing how much this prince valued and protected his elusive Princess Consort. So considering, he formed a plan and sent someone back to notify the madam at home.

The carriage slowly proceeded toward Marquis Xuanwu’s villa.

Not far away, Song Cheng watched as the considerable group departed, his sword-like brows furrowed lightly, sensing something off and peculiar, yet unsure of the reason.

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