Chapter 11: The Legendary Imperial Princess

【How can this woman look at me with such eyes? Doesn't she know that a woman possessing such eyes is very frightening?】

【Oh no, oh no, could it be that she wants to dig some trap for me again? Or even bury me alive?】

Yang Jun and Yun Xiyue's gazes met and then withdrew; thinking about such matters, he unconsciously shook his head.

No, this place is too dangerous; I must leave quickly to avoid trouble.

Thinking this, Yang Jun unconsciously nodded firmly.

"Your Majesty, I occasionally feel unwell; surely Your Majesty will permit me to temporarily leave to attend to my needs."

Yang Jun looked at Yun Fengyun before him, clasped his hands, stood sideways, giving Yun Xiyue a roguish feeling.

"Approved."

Yun Fengyun glanced at Yang Jun, a flash of disdain crossing his eyes.

Forget it, forcibly keeping him here would be pointless.

Yun Fengyun immediately agreed; for him, this actually brought a sense of relief.

Only a good-for-nothing Yang Jun meets Yun Fengyun's requirements for a good Yang Jun.

Only then would he not develop more worries.

Yang Ye, Yang Ye, you are already strong enough, formidable enough; now that you have departed, rest assured—I will look after your son, at least ensuring he lives a safe lifetime.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Yang Jun hurriedly responded happily, turned and left.

Zhou Tian, seeing this, let out a cold snort from his nose.

He utterly disdained such matters.

What qualifications does someone like Yang Jun have to be my opponent?

Putting myself together with him is an insult to myself!

Sang Jieguyi saw Yang Jun's performance, and a faint, traceless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Is this the descendant of Prince Pingxi?

Indeed, a hero's son turned out to be a good-for-nothing; in vain Prince Pingxi lived a heroic life, only to leave such a cowardly, incompetent son—he doesn't even dare to participate in something as trivial as poetry, and even wants to flee by urinating!

However, such a Pingxi heir actually suits Sang Jieguyi's interests well—at least then there's no need to worry too much that the Kingdom of Ri Zhao will be threatened.

By comparison, Yun Xiyue's reaction was the most relaxed.

Humph, you all are too full of yourselves; Yang Jun has already answered that poem: "On the Jiang Tower gazing at the river's flow, people gaze at the Jiang, the Jiang flows on its own!"

This isn't that Yang Jun can't; he simply doesn't want to draw attention.

What is this called?

Retaining, concealing wisdom—such a man is a real man!

A low-key yet talented man is truly the man suited for me!

Yun Xiyue was very satisfied, further firming her idea.

Just as Yun Xiyue nodded, Yang Jun stepped back out of the imperial study.

For him, this is the right course: a gentleman does not stand beneath a dangerous wall; staying away from trouble and danger is where he ought to be.

Yang Jun left the imperial study, walking slowly along the way, and without realizing it, he had wandered into a garden.

Looking at the garden's myriad purples and reds, the birdsong and floral fragrance, he couldn't help but lightly shake his head.

"People fear fame, pigs fear getting fat; this flower is too beautiful, it will surely be plucked first."

As he spoke, Yang Jun reached out, slowly extending his hand toward a bright flower ahead.

"Bold, you dare to pluck a flower from the imperial garden?"

At that moment, a sharp feminine shout rang out.

Yang Jun blinked slightly, raised his head, and looked toward the sound.

"Purple, how purple!"

Yang Jun couldn't help but blurt out; before his eyes was a flash of purple that entered his vision.

Of course, besides that purple, there was also a hint of white.

This purple dress is too revealing; standing among the flowers, when the light hits, it indeed becomes another breathtaking scene!

Before him stood a palace lady in a purple dress, hairpins askew, the dress tightly bound around her figure, standing gracefully amid the blossoms—truly a person more beautiful than the flowers, her visage surpassing their splendor.

Yang Jun sized up the woman; at first glance she seemed like a maiden, but even with heavy makeup, one could still see the faint traces of time left on her.

As it turned out, she was a lovely young married woman!

"Yang Jun? How could it be you?"

As Yang Jun carefully scrutinized the woman before him, she furrowed her brows and blurted out a sentence.

In speaking, she conveyed a sense of disdain.

Yun Fengyue furrowed her brows; she really hadn't expected that, while enjoying the flowers, she would encounter a "notorious playboy famed throughout the capital."

This Pingxi heir, in the capital, is known to everyone.

However, his reputation is the opposite of Prince Pingxi's; this lad's fame is nothing but disgrace, utterly shameless disgrace!

【Eh? I never expected that a casual stroll would lead to meeting this royal treasure.】

【Yun Fengyun's sister is indeed unique; although this is the imperial garden, in such a place one cannot guarantee that no summoned officials will come.】

【What is this woman wearing? Her dress is so sheer that one can see the butterfly embroidered on her bellyband at a glance; could it be that she wants to attract people to catch butterflies? Is

After a thorough observation, Yang Jun also recognized who the woman before him was.

While speaking, he again performed a respectful salute.

There's no way around it; after all, one must bow low when under another's eaves.

Moreover, my current motto is "keep a low profile, keep a low profile, keep an even lower profile; preserve life, preserve life, emphasize preserving life!"

So, encountering such a thing, it's only natural to lower one's head.

I have seen the Elder Princess.

Yang Jun spoke, while Yun Fengyue widened her eyes.

Why did Yang Jun only say a few words, yet I 'heard' a long string of his chatter?

Such a thing is indeed too strange, isn't it?

【No way, what's wrong with this woman? I greeted her, paid my respects, why isn't she responding?】

【Oh no, she's staring at me so intently—could she actually be interested in me?】

【Terrible, terrible, they say Yun Fengyue has countless male favorites, yet not a single one can walk out of the Elder Princess's mansion alive!】

【The Elder Princess has never married; now at her age, she's like a wolf and a tiger—isn't she extremely eager for men?】

【No way, I absolutely cannot let her take a liking to me; I need to quickly find an excuse and make a swift escape!】

Yang Jun felt flustered and chaotic; indeed, as soon as one gets involved with this royal family, it's definitely not a good thing.

Thinking this, Yang Jun could only again perform a respectful salute.

Sorry for disturbing Your Highness the Elder Princess; I take my leave.

After saying that, Yang Jun turned and left.

Need to hurry; first leave this place, then talk.

Sometimes, staying too long in a place just brings trouble for oneself, just digs a pit for oneself!

But just as Yang Jun was about to leave, he only felt a flash of a figure before him, a fragrant wind blowing toward his face.

Immediately after, Yun Fengyue stood before Yang Jun, reaching out to block his path.