Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 122: Deportation

Jiang Lige was stunned when he heard this. He had been busy with other things these days and had indeed not paid attention to Jiang Chuchu for many days. What trouble had this guy caused?

"Grandaunt, please speak."

"Jiang Chuchu has been quite active these past few days. Even someone as difficult as Jingyu has been completely subdued by her. If she had used her mind for the right purpose, I would have nothing to say. But she has been servile and has brought disgrace to the Southern Chu Imperial Family. It's truly disgraceful!"

Jiang Chuchu's attempt to please Princess Jingyu was something Jiang Lige had expected.

In her past and present lives, Jiang Chuchu has always been such a person, good at taking advantage of everyone and everything around her.

She doesn't care about face. As long as she can achieve her goal in the end, she will not hesitate to become a slave.

It is precisely because of this that Jiang Lige ignored the fact that this "sensible and considerate" sister was actually a crystal orchid with murderous intentions.

"Chu Chu's behavior is indeed quite inappropriate!" Jiang Lige appropriately expressed his approval and asked, "What are your plans, great-aunt?"

Empress Dowager Jiang sighed, seeming very disappointed.

"Ning Yunxiao once swore in front of the palace that one wife was enough for this life. Chuchu originally came to Shengling with you as Teng's concubine. Since Ning Yunxiao has no intention of taking a concubine, it would be a waste of Chuchu's time to stay in Shengling. I think it would be better to send her back to Nanchu."

Jiang Lige only smiled when he heard this, and his eyes swept calmly over the people in the hall who bowed their heads, and he replied softly: "Then let's do as my great-aunt said."

Seeing that Jiang Lige didn't plead for Jiang Chuchu, Queen Mother Jiang was relieved and pleased. "Okay."

After the grandfather and grandson finished talking about business, it was almost time for dinner, so Empress Dowager Jiang asked Jiang Lige to stay and have dinner with them.

Jiang Lige naturally agreed happily. While waiting for the meal to be served, she leaned on the railing of the corridor and fed the fish. She watched a sneaky figure leave the Funing Palace with a smile on her lips, and a hint of coldness flashed in her beautiful eyes.

The dinner in Funing Palace was naturally extremely exquisite, but Jiang Lige had no appetite for the delicacies on the table. He ate a few bites in a hurry, then took his leave from Empress Dowager Jiang and walked back to the palace.

Unfortunately, he "accidentally" met Ning Luyang in the Imperial Garden.

The girl stood quietly by the lake, her eyes shining like stars, her long flowing hair dancing gently in the wind, reflecting the drifting catkins, creating a harmonious and tranquil picture.

Ning Luyang seemed to be surprised to run into Jiang Lige in the imperial garden. He walked forward in surprise, "Princess Zhaohua?"

Jiang Lige turned around and gave a perfectly balanced look of surprise. "Eighth Master."

"It really is the princess. I thought I had made a mistake." Ning Luyang smiled, looked Jiang Lige in the eyes carefully, and asked, "The princess seems to be in a bad mood. What's wrong? I wonder if there is a chance for me to help her?"

Jiang Lige smiled and shook his head, "It's not a big deal, Master Ba, don't worry about it."

"Since it's not a big deal, why not tell me about it, Princess?"

Jiang Lige seemed to be convinced by Ning Luyang. After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke and recounted Dong Lianchu's experience in Wenchang Marquis Mansion in exaggerated terms.

"Sister Lianchu was a pampered county lady when she was still a boudoir lady. Now that she is married, she has ended up like this. It is really a pity!"

"Princess, I think you're suffering from that pre-wedding fear Fengquan was talking about! The wedding is approaching, so don't dwell on these trivial matters. You might as well hurry back and finish embroidering the veil." Song Yue, who was waiting by her side, couldn't help but complain, "It's been so long, and you've only embroidered one stitch. By the time you need it, it will be too late!"

"Song Yue!" Jiang Lige interrupted Song Yue's chattering awkwardly, blushing and bowing to Ning Luyang in embarrassment. "The maid's words were too tactful. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Master Eight."

Ning Luyang smiled when he heard this, "Miss Songyue follows the master, she is straightforward and cute, I think she is very good."

Jiang Lige's face turned even redder when he heard this, and he tilted his head awkwardly, "Eighth Master, please don't tease me. When it comes to being lovable, I'm afraid no one can compare to Sister Chuchu. Even someone with Princess Jingyu's temperament praised her for being well-behaved and sensible. She even thought about having Chuchu stay by her side after her own daughter got married."

After hearing this, Ning Luyang thought that Jiang Lige was still jealous of his closeness with Jiang Chuchu, so when he saw that there was no one around, he moved closer and spoke in an ambiguous tone.

"In my eyes, even the fairies in heaven cannot compare to Princess Zhaohua, let alone Jiang Chuchu."

"I... I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first. Master Ba, please do as you please!"

When Jiang Lige heard this, her face turned even redder. After all, she was an unmarried girl and was very thin-skinned. In the end, she simply stomped her feet, said this and ran away in a hurry.

Ning Yunxiao's eyes were always following the girl's departing back. The smile on the corner of his lips did not disappear for a long time, and the throbbing in his heart was still difficult to calm down.

Marry? Jiang Lige couldn't marry Ning Yunxiao so easily.

Since the wedding date is approaching, he has to plan it as soon as possible.

The girl that Ning Luyang was following closely turned the corridor, and there was no shyness on her face. She took the handkerchief handed to her by Song Yue, wiped her hands carefully, and then threw it away in disgust.

"It's really bad luck," she said.

……

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

At the other end of the imperial city, the palace servant who had just sneaked out of Funing Palace went around the imperial city in many twists and turns before entering Jiang Chuchu's residence through the back door.

This person was none other than Yin Zhuang, one of the first-class palace maids who had served in the palace before.

Jiang Chuchu did not have an independent courtyard to live in like Jiang Lige. Instead, she lived in a side hall not far from Funing Palace, and lived with several low-ranking concubines.

The residence is not large, and the decoration and furnishings inside are not as exquisite as Qingge Cottage, but it has been decorated very elegantly by Jiang Chuchu.

After hearing Yin Zhuang's report, the smile on Jiang Chuchu's face disappeared instantly, replaced by deep anger and unwillingness.

"Bang!" The cup filled with hot tea was swept down by the long sleeves, fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Why! Why is it that she and Jiang Lige are both Princesses of Nanchu, but Queen Mother Jiang only has Jiang Lige in her eyes forever!

Jiang Lige is the purest and most beautiful dazzling sun above the nine heavens, but she can only live in a dark corner, like a mouse that cannot stand the light.

All the good things belong to Jiang Lige, and she, Jiang Chuchu, has nothing and can only live at the mercy of others!

Yes, she is a servile person, so what if she is not good-looking?

Life is short, and it is impossible for everything to go as planned. All her dormancy today is waiting for the day when she will be second to none and above everyone else!

When that day comes, she will make all those who have looked down on her and despised her...

You can't live but you can't die!