klisemfg Chapter 652 You’re Not That Faced Enough
Chapter 652 You’re Not That Faced Enough
He immediately hugged Fu Zhiyi, and the two of them huddled together and discussed for half a day.
The prince then sighed contentedly, "Brother Xingnan, what would I do without you? I really can't live without you for even a moment!"
Fu Zhiyi's entire body was covered in goosebumps, and he quickly shook off the prince's hand that was resting on his shoulder. "Without me, you're still your prince. As a grown man, stop saying these cheesy things. It's so creepy!"
After a moment's thought, he added, "You'd better stay away from me. Don't let my wife misunderstand that we're having an affair. You know her temper. Who knows, there might be a story circulating in the capital about the domineering prince and his childhood sweetheart. If that happens, you might not be able to clear your name even if you jump into the moat."
When the prince heard this and imagined the scene, his face turned green.
You know what, Princess Le'an is really capable of doing this.
If it were someone else, he might be able to use his status to suppress the other person.
This Princess Le'an has coaxed her own mother and sister into acting just like them. If I dare to say anything bad about Princess Le'an, I'm afraid my mother and sister won't forgive me.
And his wife, when talking about Princess Le'an, he also praised her highly.
He even suspected that Princess Le'an had cast a curse on his mother, sister, and wife. Why did they all like her so much?
Even a fox spirit can’t be as charming as her?
Not to mention that he has a half-brother, who is really a wife-protecting maniac.
He won't bother with you about other things, but when it comes to his wife and children, he will turn against you on the spot.
Alas, people say that brothers are like limbs and wives are like clothes.
But my brothers would rather cut off their hands and feet than take off their clothes.
What else can I do? I can only bear it!
Angrily, she grabbed two boxes from the shelf next to her and threw them to Fu Zhiyi: "These are what the Crown Princess gave to Princess Le'an and your three children. Take them back."
Fu Zhiyi didn't despise it. He took the box and put it in his sleeve pocket, bowed, and left.
Within two days, the prince proposed at the morning court that the King of Xirong and all the captives be released and sent back to Xirong.
However, the condition for his release was that the King of Xirong had to pay the redemption money for himself and his subordinates after returning to his country.
For example, the number of fine horses, the amount of furs, and the amount of gold and silver.
When everyone heard this, they thought there was nothing wrong with it and expressed their agreement.
He also suggested that the King of Xirong should sign the treaty to prevent him from denying it after returning to Xirong.
The prince readily accepted the proposal.
He also had the King of Xirong brought to the court and asked him in public whether he could accept this condition.
It is acceptable. The Dashun Dynasty will take care of the health of the King of Xirong, release the Xirong soldiers who are still doing hard labor in quarries and coal mines, and provide them with some weapons and manpower to help him regain the throne.
If he refused to accept, there would be no point in the King of Xirong living, and those captives would have to do hard labor in these places for the rest of their lives.
And all he needs to do is pay a small price.
For example, they are just worthless cattle and horses on the grassland, but compared with the investment, it is really quite cost-effective.
Anyway, everyone worked together to deceive the King of Xirong.
Since the King of Western Rong was captured, he has been extremely wary of the officials of the Dashun Dynasty.
Especially since all the officials in the court were fooling around together, the King of Xirong became even more alert.
Never let go.
There was no choice but to send the King of Xirong back to the Heavenly Prison.
At night, a distinguished guest arrived at the Tianlao prison.
The jailers in the sky prison, who knew the secret, welcomed the man in with great respect.
He was taken directly to the cell where the King of Xirong was, and he knocked on the bars: "Northwestern Tartar, Lord Fu is here to see you, why don't you get up and greet him?"
The King of Xirong had been dragged to the palace earlier and had been slightly washed and dressed.
Otherwise, I haven't taken a bath for several months, and my hair is all tangled. What if I go to the hall and the nobles are disturbed by the smell?
But after I came back, the clean clothes I had just put on were stripped off.
There is no sunlight in the prison, and it is freezing cold even during the day, let alone at night.
The King of Xirong had already wrapped himself in the tattered fur coat he had always worn and was sleeping on a pile of straw.
He was woken up by the prison boss, and when he turned over lazily, he saw Fu Zhiyi's face.
No matter how quickly the King of Xirong tried to conceal his guilt, Fu Zhiyi could see the resentment and fear in his eyes.
However, Fu Zhiyi didn't care at all, and was even happy that the King of Xirong was still wild at this moment.
A person with hatred in his eyes will not be willing to be a captive for life.
So today, he came.
The cells were not opened. The warden brought a chair over, wiped it again and again with his sleeves, and then asked Fu Zhiyi to sit down.
Fu Zhiyi just sat there, and the prison seemed to become much brighter.
The jailer racked his brains for a long time and finally remembered a phrase. What was it called? A humble home brings glory to the family.
It’s true that good-looking people, just sitting there, are a sight to behold.
After Fu Zhiyi sat down, he waved his hand to signal the jailer to leave.
The jailer bowed and nodded and left.
Only Fu Zhiyi and the King of Xirong were left staring at each other for half a day.
Fu Zhiyi finally spoke: "Do you want to go back to Xirong? Don't be angry, and don't think too much. Just tell me, do you want to go back to Xirong? If you do, this is your only chance. If not, then you will stay in the Heavenly Prison for the rest of your life."
Fu Zhiyi was very calm when he said this, just like he was chatting with someone.
The King of Xirong originally wanted to say it out loud, but after hearing that this was the only chance to return to Xirong, he suddenly became dispirited and held it back.
Of course he was unwilling to accept this. He went from being the high and mighty King of Xirong, who held the power of life and death, to being a prisoner today.
It’s all because of the young official in front of me.
The King of Xirong breathed heavily. He always felt that the Dashun Dynasty was not so kind, but this was another rare opportunity, perhaps the only chance in his life.
How to choose?
The King of Xirong lowered his head and said nothing, his clenched fists indicating that he was in great torment and conflict.
Fu Zhiyi didn't urge him, just stared at the wall.
Even the cracks on the wall had reached thirty-second. The King of Xirong finally spoke: "I don't believe you, the people of the Dashun Dynasty, are so kind? Would you help me for free? There must be a conspiracy behind this—"
Fu Zhiyi took over the conversation calmly: "You think too much. Our Dashun Dynasty is not doing charity. How can we help you for free? You don't have that much face."
Stunned by this, the King of Xirong couldn't help but ask, "Then you still want to persuade me to help me regain the throne of Xirong?"
Fu Zhiyi downplayed the question without even raising his eyelids, appearing extremely nonchalant and casual. "Oh, that's because we captured you and originally intended to demand a large compensation from your subjects. But who knew you'd be captured by our Dashun Dynasty and then in Xirong, where everyone's been beating their heads like pigs in a quest to become the new king? No one's willing to pay the ransom to buy you back."
"You and your men, with so many people, spend a lot of money on food and drink every day. We in the Dashun Dynasty don't want to be taken advantage of. We have to squeeze you a little bit and get back the money we spent on food and drink."
"After much thought, the only option left is to send you back, help you regain the throne, and make you pay compensation."
"Do you think we're willing? There's nothing we can do about it. Of course, if you're not willing, that's fine. We can find someone willing among your men. It shouldn't be difficult."
"Have you thought it through? If you don't agree, I won't waste my time. I'll just go to the mine and find someone tomorrow—"
Before he could finish his words, the King of Xirong jumped up and rushed to the railing: "I do! Who said I don't want to! I absolutely do!"