648: Matchmake Shen Miao (5)

Matchmake Shen Miao (5)

"I don't know if it's a good idea or not, but since this is Shen Wan's only chance, he will definitely make it happen at all costs. Shen Xin and Prince Zhou both have unstoppable momentum. If we don't make a move now, I'm afraid it'll really be too late."2

Pei Lang stopped talking. Fu Xiuyi suddenly asked, "If I marry Shen Miao, what do you think?"

Pei Lang's heart skipped a beat, but he still maintained a calm expression and analyzed, "I'm afraid if it's not good, it will arouse His Majesty's suspicion and make the other princes wary of you."

Fu Xiuyi nodded, looking a little regretful. His tone was ambiguous as he said, "What a pity."

Pei Lang did not understand what Fu Xiuyi was feeling regretful for. Fu Xiuyi did not seem to have any feelings for Shen Miao. If he did, he would not be so cold to Shen Miao when she was chasing after him back then.

What was Fu Xiuyi regretful for? Was he regretting that he could not get the military power of the Shen family?

Pei Lang did not know what the answer was. After Fu Xiuyi left, he returned to his room. When he was alone, he started to write a letter.

…

Tonight, Prince Rui's mansion was grim, filled with murderous intentions.

The servants all had solemn expressions, and none of them dared to breathe loudly. Today, when Prince Rui returned, his expression was very cold. Gao Yang and Ji Yushu, who were beside him, also had rare solemn expressions. Tie Yi and Nan Qi brought a person who looked like a guard into the room with Prince Rui.

Even his study was very spacious. Coupled with some magnificent decorations, it did not look like a study anymore but rather, a place in the palace. There was a person sitting at the desk, playing with the thumb ring in his hand in boredom. He was wearing a gorgeous dark purple robe with gold embroidered on it. His robe slowly draped over the wide chair, like a purple cloud flowing down from the sky.

The person kneeling on the ground was prostrating. One could only see his boots. They were green-black deerskin boots, and the threads seemed to be made of silver. With a glance, one could tell that the owner of this pair of boots was arrogant and prodigal.

Xie Jingxing leaned back against the couch with his feet on the chair. He lowered his eyes and looked at the person below. When his face turned cold, it made people shiver. His eyes seemed to have instantly turned into the ice in the glacier. He said indifferently, "Tell me, who do you work for?"

That person gritted his teeth and did not speak.

Gao Yang and Ji Yushu also frowned.

Xie Jingxing smiled lazily and said, "It's fine if you don't want to speak. Throw him into the tower jail." He suddenly bent down and leaned closer to the guard, saying in a low voice, "I know who it is anyway."

The guard's expression did not change. His body was covered in wounds. Clearly, he had been tortured a lot. Xie Jingxing smiled, but his smile did not reach his eyes. "Take away his token."

Ji Yushu and Gao Yang were stunned at the same time and could not help but look at the guard.

The guard widened his eyes as a trace of shock flashed across his face. When Xie Jingxing mentioned the token, it was obvious that he already knew his identity. Everyone knew that Prince Rui of the Daliang Dynasty was ruthless, and the tower jail was a terrifying place to be.

The guard made up his mind and knelt down to kowtow to Xie Jingxing a few times. "Your Highness, please show mercy!"

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