allonlinenovel Chapter 22 The Etiquette of Eastern Qin
Chapter 22 The Etiquette of Eastern Qin
Cheng Yan paused for a moment, unable to react for a while.
"Which princess?" he asked.
"Which princess? Which princess? Of course, it's Princess Yizhen!" Song Nian's face turned red with suppressed anger. "That bastard has really eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard! I should have chopped him up with a knife back then!"
Cheng Yan's expression also darkened: "He went to the Marquis of Pingxi's residence? And he even saw the princess? The princess saw him?"
"No, my lord. The princess left the Pingxi Marquis's residence today. She went to Wanshi Tower early this morning to listen to storytelling. It is said that she found the storytelling interesting. She hasn't left yet. My lord, do you know what the princess was listening to? It was about something from your past."
Cheng Yan asked in surprise, "She went out today?"
After they got married, she overheard some rumors while out and about. Feeling ashamed and angry, she felt that their relationship was particularly unbearable. After that, she refused to go out again, afraid of hearing those offensive words.
I didn't expect her to go out today. Could it be that she has really come to her senses?
Cheng Yan felt relieved, thinking that the sky had cleared and the sun was shining brightly today.
He had always worried that Qin Yizhen would keep things bottled up, making her unhappy and miserable. Now that she was willing to go out and explore, that was better than anything else.
But what kind of thing is this King of Xiliangze, that he dares to flirt with her?
Cheng Yan's face was cold and stern as he asked Song Nian, "What's going on with the Prince of Xiliangze? What are the Court of State Ceremonial doing, letting him go like this?"
The duties of the Court of State Ceremonial were to handle various matters between the country and other countries, including negotiations between the two countries, sending envoys to other countries, and welcoming foreign envoys.
The hostage, the Prince of Xiliangze, naturally fell under the jurisdiction of the Court of State Ceremonial.
If the officials of the Court of State Ceremonial don't utter a word when this guy is flirting with the princess on their own soil, then their official careers are over.
Song Nian's lips twitched, and then he said, "It is said that after the Prince of Xiliangze returned to the Court of State Ceremonial, he encountered two officials from the Court of State Ceremonial fighting for some unknown reason. Everyone rushed to stop and break up the fight, but unexpectedly, the Prince of Xiliangze, who had just returned, was dragged into it."
"Then, in the midst of the scuffle, the scene became particularly chaotic. The King of Xiliangze was beaten up by everyone, and when Lord Min came to order his men to pull those people apart, his robes had been torn off."
Lord Min was the Minister of the Court of State Ceremonies, the chief official of the Court of State Ceremonies.
Cheng Yan: "?!"
"Lord Min gave those people a good scolding, then sincerely apologized to the King of Xiliangze, saying that he had failed to manage his subordinates well and asking the King of Xiliangze not to blame him. Finally... cough!"
Song Nian coughed and said, "Lord Min said that the Prince of Xiliangze was disrespectful to the princess. We, as magnanimous officials, will not hold it against him. However, we must ask him to stay in the Ministry of Justice prison for a few days so that he can learn the etiquette of our Dongqin and avoid making the same mistake again in the future."
Cheng Yan's expression was strange: "Go stay in the Ministry of Justice's prison for a few days to see the etiquette of Dong Qin?"
Song Nian bowed respectfully towards the direction of the Court of State Ceremonial, then couldn't help but laugh: "The instruments of torture in the Ministry of Justice's prison, aren't they just our Eastern Qin's etiquette?"
Moreover, it was a very generous gift.
Anyone who is curious is welcome to give it a try. Dong Qin will make them feel right at home and teach them Dong Qin etiquette.
At this, Cheng Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "This Lord Min is still as 'polite' as ever."
They simply never follow ordinary etiquette (reasons).
Cheng Yan felt much better after hearing that the Court of State Ceremonial had handled things so well, but he also seemed a little uneasy. So he said, "Let's go and take a look at the Ministry of Justice prison."
Public matters are public, and private matters are private. Liang Xize dared to flirt with the princess of Dongqin, and the Court of State Ceremonies returned the money, so there was no need for him to do anything further. However, Liang Xize flirted with his wife, and that matter still needs to be settled.
Even if he beat someone up in the heat of the moment, he is still in the right.
His wife was harassed, and he flew into a rage for her sake, beating up the lecherous man. That shouldn't be considered impolite, right?
Cheng Yan lifted his foot and walked towards the Ministry of Justice prison.
Song Nian quickly followed, thinking about how he could find an opportunity to make this King of Xiliangze experience the 'etiquette' of Dongqin.
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When Liang Xize was imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice's jail, he was a little out of his mind.
"What have I done wrong? How dare you imprison me?"
What exactly did he do wrong?
All he did was make some flirtatious remarks about a beautiful woman.
Even if that beauty is a princess, she doesn't deserve to treat him like this!
First, he was inexplicably dragged into a fight, beaten up by a flurry of punches and kicks, and even had his clothes ripped off. Being naked and stared at in broad daylight was already humiliating enough.
Now he's been imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice's jail!
Deceiving too much!
Minister Min of the Court of State Ceremonial stood outside the cell, his face serious, and said:
“Prince Ze has not committed any crime, but he has acted somewhat without manners. I have already spoken with Vice Minister Nian of the Ministry of Justice to have him teach you about the etiquette of Dongqin, so that you will not repeat the offense and affect the friendly relations between our two countries.”
"For the sake of good relations between our two countries, please be patient and stay here for a while."
"Your Highness, I'll be leaving now. You should continue your studies."
Goodbye!
Lord Min left those words behind, flicked his sleeves, and walked away briskly. In no time, he was nowhere to be seen.
Unable to get out of his cell, Liang Xize angrily tugged at the chain on the door. Finding it wouldn't budge, he kicked the cell pillar twice, cursing loudly.
"Dong Qin, what a fine Dong Qin! What do you mean, 'learn Dong Qin etiquette'? What a joke! Who locks someone up in the Ministry of Justice's jail to learn etiquette!"
"It was clearly intentional!"
"Guards, release me at once! I am a prince of Xiliang. Are you trying to start a war between our two countries by treating me like this?!"
"let me out!"
However, no matter how much he shouted in the prison, no one paid any attention to him.
When Cheng Yan arrived at the Ministry of Justice prison, Liang Xize had already finished cursing.
Unwilling to sit on the dirty ground covered with hay, he stood against a wooden pillar. When he heard footsteps approaching, he looked up and revealed a cold and sharp expression.
He was somewhat surprised when he saw who it was.
"Cheng Yan?" Liang Xize frowned. "What are you doing here?"
"Unlock." Cheng Yan didn't answer, but simply told the jailer to unlock the door without any expression.
The jailer found the key to the corresponding cell among a large bunch of keys, quickly unlocked it, and then said to Cheng Yan, "My lord, Minister Nian instructed you to be gentle when you strike, so as not to hurt the person."
“We are a land of etiquette, a country that values manners the most, unlike these Western Liang people, who are all barbarians.”
Cheng Yan nodded: "I understand. Don't worry, Lord Nian."
I am also the most courteous person.
However, my principle is nothing more than my fist.