Good pregnancy, quick to wear: the soft fox is pampered in the plane

After a few days, with the help of the system, Jing Si's injuries on her legs and arms were mostly healed.

That night, Xiaolang, who went out to inquire about the news, finally came back.

Covered in dirt and dust, it held half of the military flag transferred from the military camp in its mouth.

Yuan Lanqing looked at the military flag with half the word "Xuan" in it, his eyes full of ridicule: "It seems that Jingxuan privately gave himself the title of King Xuan."

The word Xuan was not used but the word Xuan was used instead. Jing Si complained, didn’t she know how to avoid taboos?

You have hit your own reputation!
"It seems that our guess is correct."

Yuan Lanqing nodded, thinking without speaking.

"How about writing a letter back to Beijing to tell the emperor?" Jing Si asked tentatively.

But I don’t know if the letter can be sent back.

Yuan Lanqing nodded and looked at her seriously: "Send it, but Si'er's letter is delivered by you. It's not to the prince, but to the emperor directly."

Jing Si frowned: "But Father..."

"The Emperor is a good Emperor. He may not be so wise when it comes to emotions, but at least he is very clear about the affairs of the world."

Jing Si nodded, it was indeed true. Although the emperor had been hiding from his mother and concubines for most of his life, he had always been a good emperor who was diligent and caring for his people.

"But you're alone."

Yuan Lanqing said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will wait for you to come back. I will also go back to the capital to celebrate the New Year with you and little Yuanxiao."

In the end, Jing Si agreed to visit the capital with the letter.

But before that, we still have to deal with the troublesome prefect.

The next day, Jing Si returned to the county magistrate's office alone, looking pale and disappointed.

When Master Mei saw her, she almost knelt down: "Oh, Your Highness Princess, my ancestor, where have you been?"

Ever since Jing Si disappeared, he was so frightened that he couldn't eat or sleep well, and sent many people to look for her.

If something happens to the emperor's legitimate princess here, even if he has 800 lives, he won't be able to kill her.

With red eyes, Jing Si picked up the cup handed over by the maid and threw it to the ground: "Why do you have to worry about me? You losers, get out!"

She looked at him with scarlet eyes as she said, "It was fine when the Marquis came here, but after just a few days, everyone was gone."

"There will be no more people!"

Jing Si cried heartbrokenly, holding tightly in her hand the half-broken jade pendant that Yuan Lanqing was carrying close to her body.

The prefect who came after getting the news couldn't help but feel happy when he learned that she had gone along the river to find Yuan Lanqing in the past few days, but in the end only found the jade pendant in her hand.

In this way, the man who dies with the secret will not threaten His Highness' cause!
Jing Si saw the man coming with excitement in his eyes, and was so angry that he picked up the stool beside him and threw it over.

The prefect, who was unable to dodge, was hit hard and his forehead was bleeding.

Magistrate Mei was so frightened that he dared not speak out.

"Wang Shi, as the prefect, you, the Marquis, came here well, but you let him leave like this. What crime should you do?!"

Wang Shi endured the pain and knelt down: "This official deserves to die. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

"Excuse me? If you forgive me, can you return the Marquis back? Why wasn't you the one who died?"

The blood on Wang Shi's forehead fell to the ground drop by drop, and the coldness in his eyes almost overflowed.

Hum, you ignorant woman, she only knows love and love.

When His Highness' great cause is completed, I want you to kneel in front of me and beg me!

"I deserve to die for my crime. I should not let the Marquis go to the embankment alone. I beg Your Highness to forgive me."

Jing Si's face turned red with anger. Worried that she was not in the right mood, she exchanged eye drops with the system and put a few drops into her eyes when she turned around tremblingly.

"Do you forgive me? What's the use of your words?" "As a subordinate, you watched the Marquis die tragically. I want to escort you back to the capital and ask my father to punish you personally!"

Wang Shi frowned. His Highness needed that money for his great cause. He had also dealt with the people who knew their situation now, so there was no use staying here.

It would be better to follow this princess back. With His Highness in the capital, what should he be afraid of?
After thinking about it carefully, Wang Shi calmly took off his official hat and said to Jing Si calmly: "I deserve death for my crime, and everything should be handled by Your Highness the Princess."

Jing Si sneered and stood up: "Okay, very good."

Then he raised his hand to signal for someone to come in and tie him up.

Magistrate Mei was dumbfounded when he saw this, and he didn't even try to persuade him.

Standing aside helpless.

Finally, he mustered up the courage to step forward. Just as he was about to salute, a look from Jing Si frightened him so much that he dared not move.

"Master Mei, do you want to come together?"

"No, no, no." Magistrate Mei shook his head in fright.

His ancestors were single-handedly passed down for three generations, so he couldn't offend Her Royal Highness the Princess, as it wouldn't be worth it to be beheaded.

Jing Si didn't give Wang Shi time to prepare, so she immediately tied up the man and gave some instructions to Magistrate Mei before heading out.

Half an hour later, Wang Shi looked at a carriage and its attendants, but when he didn't see the empty horses, he suddenly felt bad.

Jing Si didn't say anything and just got into the carriage, followed by the attendants who got on their horses.

Wang Shi was left alone, stunned.

What's the meaning? Do you want him to leave like this? Walk back to the capital on your legs?
"Your Highness, since you have to take me back to the capital, I'm afraid your legs will delay you." He tried his best to speak tactfully.

Jing Si lay in the comfortable carriage, ate the food she had prepared and said lightly: "The prefect is not an ordinary person. Since you have said that you deserve to die and must be forgiven, then let's go slowly. It doesn't matter whether you take it slow or not."

Wang Shi understood that Jing Si was determined to mess with him.

There was a fierce light in his eyes, which made Master Mei behind him tremble with fear.

How could the always gentle prefect be like this?
"Yes, Her Royal Highness the Princess said yes. I will definitely walk well. Please forgive me, Your Highness the Princess."

Please don’t regret it, princess. Sooner or later, it will fall into my hands.

Jing Si snorted coldly and did not answer.

He ordered the carriages and horses to start their journey.

Lord Magistrate Wang, who was being led by a rope behind the team, had a look of resentment on his face and was walking tremblingly.

Somewhere on the street, Yuan Lanqing looked at the carriage gradually leaving.

A hint of smile flashed in his eyes, and he knew that Jing Si was venting his anger on him.

"Good girl, wait until I get back."

His eyes were full of love and determination.

It didn't take long for Jing Si to find her husband in search of her husband, and finally let out her anger by leading the magistrate back to the capital.

In Baili Mansion, Baili Qingyi had a smile on his face.

Humph, the heir apparent of the Wolf Clan, the only heir to the Hou Mansion, is not dead yet.

The head of the Baili family was silent for a while: "He is dead now, but we can't use Princess Anle now."

"Second uncle, have you really thought about it? Want to help the second prince?" Baili Qingyi asked, putting away the smile on his face.

"His Majesty sent your father to the frontier with just one word, which caused great harm to our Baili family. Now the second prince is willing to promise us to become the first clan member, and we will no longer have any issues with being granted titles or titles in the future."

"Yi'er, do you really want to be called the son of a guilty minister like this, even if your father is not at fault?"