"Originally, I had already accepted your silver and allowed you to wait, but by shouting like this, if His Majesty becomes angry, not only will your head be in danger, but our two brothers will also be buried with you." The guard who had received the money whispered to Yaoguang, his tone unlike the ferociousness of the other guards.

"Brothers, I beg of you, please, Young Master Yu is really in dire straits. Please let me see His Majesty," Yao Guang cried as she knelt down. The two guards suddenly didn't know what to do. Yao Guang's beauty was already captivating, but seeing her cry like this made them even more sympathetic. As bachelors themselves, they couldn't help but feel tender towards her."

"Don't cry just yet. We may not have the courage to report it to His Majesty, but we can inform Grand Secretary Jiang about this matter."

As if grabbing onto the last straw of salvation, Yao Guang immediately went from tears to laughter and said, "Thank you, two big brothers. Thank you both!"

"No no no, after all, we have accepted the young lady's money." Seeing Yao Guang's polite and truthful manner, the two guards also blushed. Compared to the young master Jing Hua's people, it seems that the name Yuxuan mentioned by Yao Guang is not detestable.

As they spoke, the two guards left one behind while the other went to find Minister Jiang. After explaining the reason to Minister Jiang, he instructed the guard to wait outside the gate, while he himself stood hesitatingly in front of the Imperial Study. On one hand, Song Jiang had passed by the Qingfeng Pavilion twice without going in. On the other hand, he was currently worrying about Lord Jinghua's situation.

According to Song Jiang's unpredictable temperament, if he were disturbed, he might just be killed. If Yu Gongzi made any mistakes, he might also be killed. Helpless, Jiang Gonggong had no choice but to push open the door to the study and saw that Song Jiang did not erupt. Jiang Gonggong softly called out, "Your Majesty."

"What's the matter?" Song Jiang said unhappily as he looked at a pile of memorials in front of him. They were all about how Lord Jinghua was behaving in this and that way. Each one was negative, without any positives. Could it be that he had spoiled Jinghua too much?

Qingfeng Pavilion sent someone to say that Young Master Yu was feeling unwell and would like to invite Your Majesty to visit. Jiang Gonggong said with great trepidation, ignoring the sign hanging on Song Jianglin's face that seemed ready to kill at any moment.

"Yu Gongzi? Which Yu Gongzi?" Song Jiang frowned, rubbing his temples.

"Your Majesty, it is the young master you brought back from Nankan a few days ago," replied the person.

"Oh, let the imperial physician take a look. This small matter doesn't warrant a report; I don't have so much free time." Emperor Songjiang ignored Jiang Gonggong and continued reading his memorials.

Jiang Gonggong carefully left, only when he closed the door did he finally let go of his worries. Just a few days ago, His Majesty was still showing meticulous care towards Young Master Yu, providing him with hand warmers and blood swallow's nest. How did things change so suddenly today...

Earl Jiang shook his head. The intentions of the Holy Land were unfathomable. He conveyed this information to Yao Guang, who couldn't believe it. How could this be? It had only been two days, and Song Jiang Lin had already lost interest in Tang Yu?

"Miss?" Jiang Gonggong stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her. Yao Guang snapped back to reality and, following the original path, absent-mindedly departed. The two guards exchanged a glance, eyes filled with deep helplessness. It was true that the emperor's intentions were truly inscrutable.

"You mean to say that you witnessed the person from Qingfeng Pavilion return in a disoriented state?" Inside Qinghe Palace, Jinghua sultrily nestled on the palace chair, savoring a cup of fine Bi Luo Chun tea, lazily watching the kneeling eunuch on the ground.

"Hui Gongzi, yes, this servant personally witnessed the palace maid who came to invite Your Majesty turn back, tears still on her face." The eunuch reported the facts and looked pleasingly at Jinghua. In this palace, there were more people who wanted to please Gongzi Jinghua than to please the esteemed imperial concubine, and he was fortunate enough to have seized the opportunity.

"I got it, you can go now," Jinghua waved his hand indifferently. He finished drinking a cup of good tea in one gulp. He thought the Emperor cared so much about the newcomer, but it turned out to be nothing more than that. He worried too much.

He thought that there would be one more opponent, but unexpectedly, His Majesty's interest in this person lasted only two days. In the past, even the lowest lasted for a week. This newcomer, Prince Yu, has certainly set a new record.

Yao Guang, in a state of disarray, walked to Qing Feng Ge, but hesitated and didn't know how to proceed. Since she didn't receive an invitation from His Majesty, how could she have the face to go in and see people? At that moment, tears streamed down Yao Guang's face as she huddled at the door, quietly sobbing while holding her knees.

At this moment, Lin Guang walked over and saw his older sister sitting hunched over, sobbing in pain. He quickly embraced her and asked, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry, Young Master Yu. I failed to bring His Majesty here," Yao Guang said, crying.

"What are you talking about, sister? His Majesty has already arrived and is in the room accompanying Young Lord Yu!" Lin Guang grabbed her hand and tapped her back gently to comfort her. "Just a moment ago, His Majesty came wearing black clothes, which startled the people in the palace. It's fortunate that Shun Gonggong has been working in the palace for many years, stabilizing the situation."

Yao Guang's eyes, flushed with excitement, were full of disbelief. It seemed that Lord Jiang's intention was clear - His Majesty was too busy with state affairs to deal with these trivial matters. However, upon further thought, as long as His Majesty intervened, everything would improve. Perhaps this could even be a turning point for His Majesty and Lord Yu, allowing Lord Yu to accept His Majesty's presence as soon as possible.

After entering the room, Song Jiang immediately noticed a person lying on the bed, exuding charm and allure. He swiftly covered them with a thin blanket, but unexpectedly, Tang Yu lifted it off right after. Suppressing the anger in his heart, Song Jiang asked, "Tell me, what is going on?"

"Your Majesty, Yugu Shizi has been poisoned by fire." Shun Gonggong immediately knelt down, trembling in the face of Song Jianglin's anger, fearing that he might impulsively take the lives of everyone in the courtyard.

"What's the purpose of your presence? Couldn't you have informed me earlier?" During the pause in Song Jianglin's speech, Tang Yu had already noticed someone next to him. The closer they got, the more comfortable he felt. He tightly embraced Song Jianglin, who also covered him with his clothes and held him in his arms. They paid no attention to Shun Gonggong, who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "Leave, go away."

After hearing this, Shun Gonggong immediately ran out. After closing the door, he wiped off the beads of sweat the size of beans from his forehead.

Song Jiang carefully observed the person in his arms. The person who used to have a tender and flawless complexion now had a flushed face. Like a helpless child, they kept nuzzling into Song Jiang's embrace, saying, "If only you were this obedient all the time."

Gently kissing the scar on his wrist where there were some bruises, she said, "I'm sorry, does it still hurt?"

Tang Yu was burning from head to toe at the moment, his rationality had long been lost. He wrenched free from Song Jianglin's grip and began tugging at his clothes. He couldn't even hear Song Jianglin apologizing to him, moreover, he didn't blame him to begin with. After all, he was a prisoner of war, and besides, his heart was already forgiving.

"Don't worry, I will help you." Song Jiang calmly wiped the fine sweat off his forehead and slowly began to remove his clothes. As he looked at Tang Yu's body, which was as exquisite as jade, his inner turmoil burned like fire.