Chapter 363: Who Is Your Beloved Consort? (Part 3)

Han Lei nodded, a strand of hair falling over her forehead. Zhao Zun subconsciously reached out to brush it away for her but stopped midway, drawing back his hand into a fist by his side.

“Mr. Luo,” Han Lei turned to Luo Hai, her voice as light-hearted as if discussing the weather, “it seems you can now take people to confiscate Wei Dabao’s home. Those gold and silver assets are enough to support the porridge sheds for another three months, and the land can also settle many disaster victims.”

Luo Hai wiped his face, unaware of the porridge stains on his beard: “This… isn’t this too…”

“Too what?” Zhao Zun suddenly laughed, a smile that reminded Luo Hai of a sharp sword unsheathed, “With irrefutable evidence of treason, confiscation and extermination of the family is justified. Or has Mr. Luo suddenly become soft-hearted?”

Luo Hai waved his hands repeatedly: “It’s not soft-hearted! I’m well aware of what kind of person Wei Dabao is. The people of Qingshui County wish to see both him and the entire Wei Family dealt with as soon as possible. I just didn’t expect Miss Han to be so… so…”

He wanted to say that Han Lei was so daring, stirring things up so much after just one trip to the Capital City. But Han Lei misunderstood him.

“Are you trying to say such tactics?” Han Lei blinked and suddenly leaned close to Luo Hai’s ear, “Mr. Luo, don’t worry! These tricks are nothing. If I weren’t afraid of harming the innocent, I wouldn’t have spent so much effort and would’ve long stormed the Imperial Palace.”

As expected, Luo Hai’s face turned pale, nervously glancing around, afraid someone would overhear such treasonous words.

Han Lei chuckled: “Just a joke. Let’s go!”

With that, she turned and walked lightly forward. Turning around, she carried with her a faint jasmine fragrance, prompting Zhao Zun to take a deep breath as if he couldn’t get enough of it.

Just mentioning the Imperial Palace, Zhao Zun suddenly remembered something and grabbed Han Lei’s sleeve: “Wait. Mr. Liu sent a letter saying there was also an explosion in the palace, was that also you…”

“That wasn’t me.” Han Lei shook her head, a trace of surprise in her eyes, “Could it be that the Champion Marquis offered a few bottles of wine to His Majesty?” She paused, “When I was in Jingzhou, I saw Prince Jingzhou receive a secret letter from the palace and then hurriedly went to the Capital City, I’m afraid…”

The three of them simultaneously fell silent. If the result in the palace was the same as in the Champion Marquis’s residence, then it truly was an unintentional result.

From a distance came the cries of children disaster victims, making this small area even quieter.

“A world turned upside down.” Luo Hai muttered, suddenly feeling that everything he was experiencing was like a dream.

At this time, Sun Wenyuan, who was helping distribute porridge over there, came over with sweat on his forehead.

Sun Wenyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: “Prince, you were here! I’ve been looking all over.”

Seeing Sun Wenyuan approaching, the few exchanged glances and did not continue the previous topic.

Zhao Zun had a smile on his face, reaching out to pull Han Lei in front of him, saying: “Mr. Sun, you came just in time to introduce someone. This is the Princess Consort whom His Majesty has granted for me to marry. You should hurry with the construction of the Prince Mansion; I’m waiting to marry the Princess Consort!”

Seeing the young woman with a beautiful yet simple look in front of him, actually the Princess Cangzhou, Sun Wenyuan staggered in shock.

He hurriedly bowed: “Subordinate greets the Princess Consort!”

He sneakily glanced at Han Lei, only to see that this girl, barely sixteen, had an extraordinary demeanor, and her ears turned red at being publicly shown affection by the prince.

Han Lei indeed felt a bit embarrassed, biting her lip slightly.

Zhao Zun noticed this, purposely stepping half a step closer: “Is my beloved consort shy?”

“Who’s your beloved consort! Annoying!” Han Lei threw him a sidelong glance, blushing, and took advantage of the moment to kick his ankle.

Zhao Zun winced in pain but laughed even more heartily.

The two of them were playfully sparring in public, and Sun Wenyuan watched, dumbfounded, until Luo Hai lightly coughed to break the awkwardness: “Mr. Sun, what were you about to say?”

“Oh!” Sun Wenyuan came to his senses, “Subordinate is hosting a banquet tomorrow at Tongfu Building to thank the Prince for the game. Would the Prince and Princess Consort do me the honor of attending? Mr. Luo is also invited.”

Zhao Zun looked at Han Lei, eyes filled with inquiry. Han Lei pursed her lips and nodded lightly.

“Then it’s settled.” Zhao Zun, in high spirits, suddenly reached out to brush away that stubborn strand of hair for Han Lei, this time without hesitation, “My beloved consort, you’ve been on the road for too long. Would you like to rest now, and accompany me back?”

Han Lei glared at him, her face red, but obediently let him take her hand. Luo Hai and Sun Wenyuan raised their eyebrows, tactfully stepping back two steps…