Chapter 38: Cleanliness Obsession

Today, the steward of the Yanzhi Zuofang caused trouble; I need thirty people, and the remaining twenty should guard the Wang Fu for me.

Jiang Yunchu directly issued the order.

"Yes!" The one-eared leader immediately selected twenty-nine people; plus himself, that made exactly thirty.

"Next rotation." Leaving just four words, those people calmed down.

Those who hadn't gone to the West Village racecourse before still felt some regret, but now they have no regret at all.

"Shunzi! Hold the Young Master well, let's set off!"

"Zi Wu, watch Yue Yue well; do not let her leave the residence."

"Yes." Shunzi and Zi Wu immediately agreed.

Jiang Yunchu took the lead, walking ahead, while Shunzi held Ning Hanmo half a step behind.

Bai Zhi, Zi Su, and Xiao Dengzi were another half step behind Shunzi.

Behind them were the thirty wounded soldiers who had retreated, each with a blank expression, yet their killing intent made people detour.

"Princess Consort, how should we go?" Zi Su stared.

By carriage?

With so many people, that doesn't seem appropriate, right?

But...

Just walk there?

That wouldn't work either.

Jiang Yunchu glanced at the people behind her.

"Shunzi, Dengzi, take the Young Master to the first carriage."

"Zi Su, Su Xin, go to the second carriage."

"Princess Consort, what about you?" Zi Su grew a bit anxious—how could they ride in carriages while the Princess Consort walks? She still wants to live a few more years.

"Haha." Seeing Zi Su's appearance, even in this solemn occasion, Jiang Yunchu still laughed.

At the moment she laughed, the just-present solemn killing intent suddenly dissipated somewhat.

"Everyone else! Mount up." Jiang Yunchu gave the order.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

During the previous West Village racecourse, Jiang Yunchu found a channel and bought horses.

Moreover, the channel for this matter was still the Emperor in the Palace...

This matter, whether for show or substance, is passable.

Now the Wang Fu is in peril, and she doesn't want to stir up trouble.

"Yes!"

Each warrior stroked the horse beside them; horses are humanity's best companions.

Jiang Yunchu's horse was a reddish-brown mare, sturdy and tall, taller than all the other horses present.

Named: Blazing Flame!

Moreover, this horse had a fiery temperament, unyielding and untamable; many horse trainers failed, but Jiang Yunchu spent three days to fully subdue it.

This caused Emperor Ning to feel regret for a long time.

This horse was selected from Emperor Ning's horse farm, and she took a liking to it at first sight.

"Is that the Regent's Consort?" someone asked in disbelief.

"You must be mistaken; how could the Princess Consort possibly ride a horse?"

In this era, folk customs are simple and honest; women's status is not that low—capable women can even go out to work, and they need not veil their faces or conceal their identities.

This is also why Jiang Yunchu likes this era.

"That's the Regent's Consort; do you see the maiden Bai Zhi behind her?"

"The person behind her is the one who went to the racecourse last time."

"Really!"

"Something has happened at the Wang Fu!"

Some people, having seen these individuals before, now recognized familiar faces and immediately began to inform everyone.

The previous Cao Family matter had been covered up by newer events, and its popularity had gradually faded.

But after walking around today, the concealed matter was brought up again, along with the grievances from all over Jingdu, the resentment of the Regent Prince's Manor, and the Cao Family's tyrannical dominance.

For a time, the Cao Family spent countless efforts to cover up the matter, only to have it exposed again under the sunlight.

In front of the Cao Manor, rotten vegetable leaves were spread across the ground.

"How outrageous, what on earth does Jiang Yunchu intend to do?" the Cao Family elder fumed.

"Has the Imperial Noble Consort sent the notice?"

"Still no movement?"

Those below wore expressions of extreme caution, even their breathing slow, fearing that moving quickly would provoke the great lord.

"Reporting to the lord, the Imperial Noble Consort is in seclusion; no one can deliver anything to her, and even if the Emperor went to see her, he would be turned away at the door."

"If nothing can be delivered, then find a way to deliver it—she's caused such a scene at the Regent Prince's Manor; does she still have the face to remain in seclusion?" The Cao Family elder slammed the table, which instantly split into pieces, scattering everywhere.

The little servant dared not speak further; what could he do?

Is that an ordinary place?

That's the Imperial Mausoleum!

Even the Emperor keeps his distance; who would dare go there to cause trouble? Is it because they fear their heads would stay too long on their shoulders?

Meanwhile, Jiang Yunchu, riding her horse, had already reached the workshop in the outskirts.

「Princess Consort. 」 An old man saw Jiang Yunchu, then opened the door, and the sound of horse hooves shook the entire workshop.

「Fang Steward. 」 Jiang Yunchu saw, inside the room, the person seated at the head, speaking with a calm expression.

The person called Fang Steward now had a faint smile on their face, no longer the previous obsequiousness; this person, when pretending, probably even believes it themselves.

"Princess Consort, you really came quickly."

Fang Steward laughed, and in their words there was no longer the previous respect.

Moreover, a crowd of people sat on the chairs in the room; these people were all the elders of the workshop, and also its main strength.

"Heh! How could I keep all the stewards waiting!"

Jiang Yunchu smiled, the smile on her face warm, her eyes slightly narrowed, and she gave a slight wave of her hand.

At that moment, a white shadow darted out from behind Jiang Yunchu, like a white phantom; before anyone could react, there was a "bang"—the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

"Ah!" a miserable cry.

It was none other than Fang Steward, thrown to the ground by Bai Zhi.

Jiang Yunchu shrugged her shoulders, taking one step, then another, then another…

With each step, it felt as if she were stepping on the steward's heart; she walked to the platform and glanced disdainfully at the chair the steward had just sat in.

"This Princess Consort…"

She smiled, but the warmth from just moments ago was gone; she scanned the room and looked down at the people below.

"Has a cleanliness obsession."

"A double entendre!"

Bai Zhi immediately threw that chair out, just as she had thrown Fang Steward a moment ago.

Zi Su found a new chair, placed it on the platform, and, as an afterthought, threw the tea set on the small table as well…

"Princess Consort, we brought the tea set on the carriage; please wait a moment." Zi Su bowed slightly, smiling faintly, her face revealing nothing else.

Jiang Yunchu nodded; Su Xin, Zi Su, and Bai Zhi, three people, stood behind her.

And at Jiang Yunchu's side, Ning Hanmo sat upright, their back straight; they now deeply regretted not having taken better care of their legs earlier, otherwise they could probably walk now.

Now holding an iron box, how embarrassing!

"Come on, what's the situation?" Jiang Yunchu took the teacup, sipped it slowly, then looked down at the people below.

"Princess Consort, don't you think this is too much?"

Only now did Fang Steward catch his breath; the intense pain when he was just thrown down made him feel as if his five viscera had exploded.