Chapter 1255 - 44: Love Debt (Part 20)_3
Zhao Duan quickly cut the rope, and Su Yang fell down, sprawling in pain.
Some people shouldn’t be offended, like Su Yang.
Su Yang released the bees on their trio.
The Ninth Prince and the others ran wildly to avoid the bees.
But the unluckiest was Princess Yinchuan.
On her first visit to Dongxiang Marquis Mansion she was stung.
On her second visit, she couldn’t escape the fate of being stung.
The bees swooped in, caring not whether there was honey on you, they stung anyone they saw.
Princess Yinchuan, "..."
Really.
The pain made her cry.
When the envoy sent to escort the marriage from Beimo heard that their princess was taken back to Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, they hurried over.
They had been in Daqi for some time, and with Princess Yinchuan not returning, they dared not leave.
Only upon seeing Princess Yinchuan in the wedding hall could they return and report.
In a rush to arrive, they saw their princess’s face swollen to an alarming shade of black in disbelief.
Really.
They wished to gouge their eyes out.
How had their nation’s stunning little princess ended up like this?!
Could she still stay at Dongxiang Marquis Mansion?
The envoys felt for Princess Yinchuan and wanted to take her back to Beimo.
But some envoys were rational, with the princess married and looking like this, returning her would trouble the Emperor’s hands?
Then, they would be criminals, not heroes.
However, Marquis Dongxiang and Mrs. Tang were reasonable people. Not only did they apply medicine promptly for Princess Yinchuan’s bee stings, they also hung Su Yang on a tree, handing Princess Yinchuan a whip, letting her flog him at will, as long as he was left breathing.
Su Yang, "..."
Mrs. Tang was very upset.
Su Yang led Princess Yinchuan out, thinking he was advising her to calm down.
A house full of people happily discussed the wedding feast, waiting for their return.
Instead, they received news that Princess Yinchuan was stung by bees again.
Her son was of marriageable age, yet he sought trouble constantly.
Su Yang never tired of seeking trouble, but Mrs. Tang and Marquis Dongxiang were tired of punishing their son.
They handed the whip to Princess Yinchuan; the rest they ignored. Invitations had gone out; the wedding feast was tomorrow, and the mansion was busy with preparations.
Princess Yinchuan refused to calm down or board the wedding sedan, they couldn’t let a hen take her place at the altar again?
Mrs. Tang had a headache.
Her son away from the Capital, she missed him every day.
He had just returned for less than an hour; she already missed the mansion’s peace, feeling unable to stop herself from wanting to drive him out.
Marquis Dongxiang knew her thoughts, and said, "Hold on a few days, after the wedding feast, let him escort Princess Yinchuan back home."
"With him gone, the mansion can be peaceful."
Mrs. Tang thought this a good idea, "But then Beimo won’t be peaceful."
"Yangyang’s temperament, King Beimo surely knows," Marquis Dongxiang laughed.
"Unless they let father-in-law and son-in-law clash, King Beimo won’t know what it means to regret."
Mrs. Tang glared at Marquis Dongxiang, "Speaking about your own son like that, is that how a father acts?!
Marquis Dongxiang silently corrected himself, "Marrying our son was the wisest decision King Beimo ever made."
Now that’s better.
Mrs. Tang withdrew her glare; she genuinely couldn’t understand what King Beimo hoped to gain from marrying his daughter to her son.
If it were her, she wouldn’t bear sending her daughter far away in marriage.
This, Marquis Dongxiang understood.
King Beimo knew Dongxiang Marquis Mansion would not mistreat his daughter.
Secondly, when King Beimo initially proposed marriage ties, Marquis Dongxiang had refused.
King Beimo, as an emperor, naturally had a prideful nature; offering his daughter in marriage hurt him when Marquis Dongxiang declined the alliance.
King Beimo also envied that Marquis Dongxiang had a remarkable son-in-law, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and easily commanded.
Su Jin and Su Chong were raised by Marquis Dongxiang and Mrs. Tang, from them, one could see Su Yang’s bright future, clearly never subpar.
With such a son-in-law, King Beimo would no longer have envy towards Marquis Dongxiang.
Marquis Dongxiang was proud of Su Yang’s excellence, but also found his knack for trouble troublesome.
Shaking his head, Marquis Dongxiang went to the front courtyard.
In the courtyard, Su Yang hung from a tree, face down.
He was medicated, but the swelling from stings hadn’t subsided.
Inside the house, Princess Yinchuan gazed at herself in the copper mirror, her complexion dark and swollen, making her feel obstructed in spirit.
"Bring me the whip," Princess Yinchuan said through gritted teeth.
The maid stood by, eyes red from crying.
The maid grew up with Princess Yinchuan, and was her dowry maid.
"What does the Princess want the whip for?" the maid asked guardedly.
"To flog him," Princess Yinchuan stood.
She seized the whip from the table.
The maid clung to her tightly, "Princess, please calm down; Marquis Dongxiang allowed you to flog the Prince Consort, but you shouldn’t truly hit him."
"After flogging him, we’ll return to Beimo!" Princess Yinchuan said.