The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter

Chapter 853  Your Majesty, You Might Be Angry

853  Your Majesty, You Might Be Angry

Gu Yihan and Noble Consort Qiao were a little surprised when they heard this.

This Marquis Yongye had observed everyone carefully?

Gu Yihan immediately looked to the left.

As expected, a man happened to turn around and sized up Noble Consort Qiao.

Gu Yihan frowned, his eyes silently expressing his anger.

Ye Siming also stared at that person.

He slammed the sword on the table.

The youth's gaze was cold, carrying a sense of judgment.

When the man saw this, he trembled in fear.

He just thought that the married woman was beautiful and couldn't help but want to take a few more glances.

Why did he feel a chill on the back of his neck?

Gu Nuo'er clapped her hands, her eyes glistening.

"Father is great! Elder Brother Siming is so amazing!"

Gu Yihan was very satisfied with Ye Siming's performance.

He could observe all the environment around him in such detail.

In that case, he would definitely do a better job protecting his daughter!

"Come, Marquis Yongye, I'll have a drink with you using tea in place of wine."

Gu Yihan raised his teacup.

Ye Siming looked at him. "Your Majesty, there's one more thing. You might not be too happy if you find out."

Gu Yihan raised his eyebrows and put down his teacup. "Oh? I've always been calm. Go ahead."

Ye Siming looked at the stage that had been built.

For some reason, the two scholars were having an intense debate.

The surrounding people listened attentively, but some of them also had a hint of solemnity and fear on their faces.

Ye Siming's voice was a little cold. "The scholar on the left is crying out for injustice for Prince Guang."

"What?" Gu Yihan was furious and suddenly looked over.

Gu Nuo'er blinked her watery eyes and listened attentively for a while.

It turned out that the two people on the stage were arguing over Prince Guang's recent punishment and the deposition of his status as a member of royalty.

The scholar on the left said, "Prince Guang is the late emperor's son after all. His Majesty has to at least keep his title on account of kinship. Even if his salary is deducted, it's better than directly demoting him to a commoner!"

The scholar on the right objected.

He cupped his hands at the sky in dissatisfaction. "You and I were born and raised in Great Qi. Apart from being raised by our parents, we also have the emperor's grace!

"His Majesty naturally had his own thoughts to decide as such. It is ridiculous for you to seek redress for a prince who had already been stripped of his title in public!

"Today, everyone came here for a poetry exchange. It's not a place for you to express your opinions. Brother, please leave. I'll invite another scholar to spar."

Unexpectedly, the scholar on the left was immediately dissatisfied. "What you said is unfair. We've all read many sage books and have great ambitions to take the examination to obtain merits and serve the imperial court!

"Could it be that no one is allowed to say anything despite that His Majesty's actions are inappropriate? The imperial court belongs to the world! It's not a place where only His Majesty has a say!"

These words were getting more and more presumptuous.

Everyone was shocked.

Gu Yihan frowned deeply, his eyes filled with frost. "How dare this person criticize my decree in public?"

Gu Nuo'er blinked her watery eyes and said softly, "If it's not that he's not afraid of death, then there's another reason. He was probably instructed to come."

Ye Siming looked around.

"After saying this in the chess hall, he can leave after the poetry gathering ends. By the time the news reaches His Majesty's ears, he'll probably have already escaped from the capital. Someone must be nearby to receive him. He might be sitting in the chess hall."

Gu Nuo'er clapped her small hands. "Are they the three people sitting in the corner?!"

The child had just looked around.

Everyone liked the pastries from the Four Seasons Sweet Shop very much and had basically finished them.

Only the pastries from that table hadn't been touched at all and they didn't drink much tea either.

It seemed that it wasn't their intention to come here.

They weren't here to listen to the poetries at all.