Chapter 130 Taoist Priest Descends from the Mountain
Shui Rong is really sick!

He lay on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, dark circles under his eyes, and beads of sweat on his forehead.

Princess Beijing sat on a low stool beside the bed, looking at Shui Rong quietly.

The maid came in carrying a copper basin, and was about to wring out the face towel in the basin after putting it down.

Princess Beijing waved her hand gently, and the maid retreated.

After a while, Princess Beijing slowly stood up, wrung out a face towel from the basin, walked to the bed, gently wiped the sweat off Shui Rong’s forehead, then soaked a snow-white velvet cotton towel, wrung it dry, folded it into a strip, and then applied it to Shui Rong’s forehead.

After Princess Beijing applied the face towel, Shui Rong felt a little more comfortable. She still kept her brows closed and spoke, “You’ve worked hard.”

Princess Beijing looked at him without saying a word.

Shui Rong was silent for a moment, then said, “Go and take a rest.”

Princess Beijing said calmly, “Take the medicine.”

Shui Rong opened his eyes: “Okay.”

The bedroom fell into silence again.

Finally, footsteps were heard outside again, and the maid came in with a bowl of medicine on a small tea tray.

“Take your medicine.”

Princess Beijing helped him lean against the head of the bed, took the medicine bowl, picked up the spoon in the bowl, scooped half a spoonful and brought it to his mouth.

Shui Rong glanced at her and drank it.

After taking the medicine, Princess Beijing helped Shui Rong lie down again, then wrung out a face towel and applied it on Shui Rong’s forehead.

Princess Beijing spoke: “Your Majesty, please take a rest.”

Shui Rong sighed lightly and was about to speak.

There was the sound of footsteps, followed by Yang Qilong’s voice: “Your Majesty.”

Maybe it has become a habit, but whenever Yang Qilong comes, Princess Beijing will immediately avoid him.

“Your Highness, please take a rest.” Princess Beijing bowed slightly and led the maid out.

“princess.”

Yang Qilong’s voice was heard from outside, followed by the sound of the outer door closing.

Yang Qilong hurried in, and when he saw Shui Rong’s look, he hesitated again.

Shui Rong: “What’s the matter?”

Yang Qilong hesitated for a moment and replied, “Jia Zhen is dead.”

Shui Rong was startled: “What did you say?!”

Yang Qilong sighed and said, “Jia Zhen left a letter of apology, and then hanged himself in the bedroom with a white silk thread. The funeral invitations to Ningguo Mansion have been sent out.”

“Damn it!” Shui Rong got anxious and struggled to sit up.

“Young Master! Young Master!” Yang Qilong hurriedly went over to help Shui Rong up and leaned against the head of the bed, saying, “This result is not unexpected. Don’t worry yet.”

“Who is this bastard?” Shui Rong, with red eyes, looked particularly scary at this time.

Yang Qilong sighed in his heart, this time it was like yellow mud falling into his crotch, it must be shit if not shit.

Once Jia Zhen died, even the rumor would be blamed on Prince Beijing’s Mansion.

This time, not only will the Jia family be offended, but the relationship with other families of the Four Kings and Eight Dukes will also be greatly affected.

Thinking that all his years of hard work would go to waste, Shui Rong felt a tightness in his chest and started coughing loudly.

Yang Qilong quickly knelt down on the edge of the bed and gently massaged his back.

Shui Rong’s coughing and wheezing subsided, and he looked up at Yang Qilong: “Is there any room for recovery?”

Yang Qilong paused and replied, “Jia Zhen is dead.”

Shui Rong closed his eyes and asked again: “What should we do now?”

Yang Qilong: “Go and burn incense for Jia Zhen.”

Shui Rong was stunned for a moment, and asked anxiously: “Has the Ningguo Mansion sent a funeral invitation?”

Yang Qilong shook his head.

Without waiting for Shui Rong to speak, Yang Qilong continued, “Whether we go or not is our business, and whether we accept or not is their business. We must make our attitude clear at this time. If we don’t go, it means we are guilty.”

After a pause, he said, “It’s better to save as much as possible.”

Shui Rong’s eyes dimmed, and after a long time he nodded heavily.

study room

Jia Zhen’s memorial of apology was placed on the imperial desk.

Emperor Yongchang had obviously read it, but had not yet made any comment on the apology. He walked around the hall with his hands behind his back.

Dai Quan stood beside the imperial desk with his head down, his eyes quietly following the footsteps of Emperor Yongchang.

After walking around the upper study, Emperor Yongchang walked back to the imperial desk, looked at the memorial, and finally spoke: “He is quite responsible.”

Dai Quan made clear the attitude of Emperor Yongchang, and then he spoke: “The news just came from the Ministry of Ceremonies. Except for Li Hu, no head of a family has gone to Ningguo Mansion to pay his respects.” Emperor Yongchang’s eyes flashed: “Only a sacrificial offering?”

Dai Quan: “Yes, I only sent a sacrificial gift. It’s human nature.”

“I don’t like this kind of common situation.” Emperor Yongchang quickly took over the conversation, “Let the people from the Yin-Yang Department of the Imperial Household Department choose a date and hold the funeral as if it were a duke’s or marquis’s.”

When this sentence came out, Dai Quan was very surprised. The death of a duke or marquis was a great blessing from heaven!

At this time, the eunuch on duty came to the door holding a letter in his hand and said, “Your Majesty, this is a secret report from the Silijian duty room.”

Dai Quan hurried to the door, took the secret letter, walked back to Emperor Yongchang and presented it.

Emperor Yongchang took the secret letter, tore it open and read it, and immediately a sneer appeared on his face.

At this moment, a red-robed eunuch from the Imperial Household Department came to the door with sweat on his forehead, and peeked in and gestured to Dai Quan.

Emperor Yongchang sensed it with his peripheral vision, threw the secret letter onto the imperial desk, and asked, “What’s the matter?”

The chief eunuch knelt down outside the door and said, “Your Majesty, Jia Jing is back.”

Emperor Yongchang: “Oh? Where is he now?”

The chief eunuch said, “Your Majesty, Jia Jing entered the city from Guang’an Gate and should be in the West City now.”

Emperor Yongchang took another look at the secret letter. The housekeeper of Prince Beijing’s Mansion went out with the sacrificial gifts. Calculating the time, they arrived at Ningguo Mansion just in time.

The eunuch seemed to remember something and looked at Dai Quan hesitantly.

Dai Quan: “Anything else?”

The chief eunuch said: “Jia Jing is not wearing a Taoist robe, nor does he tie his hair into a bun.”

Dai Quan was startled, then understood a little: “Jia Jing returned to secular life?”

Emperor Yongchang immediately responded: “Go check!”

The chief eunuch replied, “Yes.” He stood up and walked away.

Emperor Yongchang turned his gaze to Dai Quan again: “Did Jia Jing come back for revenge?”

Dai Quan thought about it and replied, “It should be.”

Emperor Yongchang smiled and said, “Revenge is good!”

Dai Quan also laughed.

Emperor Yongchang: “As for the rumors, you should ask them to pay more attention and find the person.”

Yesterday it was all red and green, but now everything has changed to white and blue.

Ningrong Street was deserted, without even one person watching the fun.

The gate of Ningguo Mansion was wide open. In front of the gate, there was a sea of ​​white paper flowers and funeral banners. The sound of funeral music and the cries of many people could be heard faintly.
Lai Sheng, the steward of the Ningguo Mansion, dressed in mourning, stood outside the door with a dejected look, staring at the street in a daze.

The sound of horse hooves and the creaking of wheel wheels coming from afar made Ningrong Street seem even more empty and silent.

Lai Sheng perked up and looked with wide eyes.

A carriage loaded with offerings drove alone down the street.

The person driving the coach was Yang Qilong.

Lai Sheng was stunned at first, then said to the servant outside the door: “You guys watch here, I’ll go in and report the news.” After that, he ran in like a flash.

The carriage stopped in front of the door. Yang Qilong inserted the whip and jumped down. He glanced at the servants of Ningguo Mansion who were glaring at him, then looked at the white lanterns and blue curtains in front of the door and sighed in his heart.

The sound of many people walking was heard from inside the door, and then a group of Jia family members dressed in mourning rushed out and directly surrounded Yang Qilong and the carriage.

Yang Qilong coughed and spoke, “My prince heard about General Jia’s situation and was extremely sad. He sent me here to burn incense and offer sacrifices to General Jia.”

As soon as these words came out, the pot exploded instantly:
“You still have the nerve to come!”

“Our clan leader was forced to death by you. This matter is not over yet!”

Yang Qilong stood there motionless, not looking at anyone and not saying a word.

“Beat him!” Someone shouted.

Then the two Jia family members who were close to Yang Qilong started to attack him. One grabbed his collar and the other swung his hand to hit him on the head.

“Stop!” Jia Yun’s roar was louder than their quarrels, and at the same time he grabbed the arm that was hitting Yang Qilong’s head.

The roar worked and the place quieted down immediately.

Jia Yun said loudly, “They are here to burn incense for the clan leader. They are guests, and we cannot be disrespectful.”

“Well said.” A cheer came from behind the crowd, and many people turned around and looked. It was Jia Jing.

“Grandpa!” Jia Yun and others knelt down one after another.

Jia Jing had his hair loose and looked at Yang Qilong quietly with deep eyes.

Yang Qilong swallowed his saliva subconsciously, then bowed with both hands: “Master Jia.”

A gust of wind blew, and the spirit flags in front of the door rustled.

Jia Jing slowly turned his eyes towards the door, stared at it for a moment, then closed his eyes and said to Yang Qilong, “Come in.”

(End of this chapter)