After the maid finished speaking, she couldn't help giving Tang Youyou a fierce glare to show her indignation.
Just then, the smile had long disappeared from Rong Xun's face. He first glanced at Tang Youyou, then turned to the maid and said expressionlessly, "Didn't he tell you that she was brought here by me?"
Hearing this, the maid was so frightened that her limbs instantly went stiff. She stood there, staring at Tang Youyou in stunned silence.
She murmured to herself, "This person was actually personally brought here by Your Majesty the Emperor?"
Rong Xun laughed upon hearing this. "Who else do you think has such power? You, a mere maid, or me?"
After he finished speaking, the smile on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by an endless coldness.
Rong Xun said coldly, "Do you really think you, a maid, can make decisions for me? Guards, drag her out and give her eighty strokes of the cane! After she's dead, throw her into the mass grave."
Hearing this, the maid's legs went weak and she immediately knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy, "Your Majesty, this maid knows her mistake. Your Majesty, please spare me! Eighty strokes of the cane will surely take my life! Please, Your Majesty, this maid will never dare again!"
After saying that, the maid didn't forget to kowtow desperately, hoping to gain Rong Xun's forgiveness, but the man in front of her remained unmoved.
Rong Xun waved his hand, and the soldier below understood his meaning. The soldier swung the hilt of his sword and struck the maid on the head. After this blow, the maid lost consciousness.
Tang Youyou calmly watched as the maid went from being arrogant and domineering to a limp mess. Truly, life is full of uncertainties.
Then, Rong Xun raised his eyes and looked at Tang Youyou. He patted the non - existent dust on his body and walked step by step towards the table where she had just been.
Then he turned around and sat on the upper seat, looking down at Tang Youyou from above.
"Come here."
Seeing that this man was directly ordering her, Tang Youyou had no choice but to go over reluctantly.
She suppressed the disgust in her heart and walked towards Rong Xun. Forcing a ugly smile, she looked at Rong Xun and said, "Your Majesty, what does Your Majesty need this commoner to do?"
Seeing Tang Youyou's obvious resistance, Rong Xun became even more interested.
The reason he asked Tang Youyou to come over was partly because he always felt that the person in front of him seemed very familiar to him.
This feeling was different from his feelings towards Wen Ruxue in the palace. It was more like the feeling towards a real wife, his wife.
No!
Thinking of this, Rong Xun quickly shook his head. Such a thought was completely wrong. He had only liked Wen Ruxue from the very beginning, and this person was a young man, a real man. How could she be his wife?
The missing queen, his legitimate wife, had long since eloped with a guard.
Thinking of this, Rong Xun gave a bitter smile. Looking at Tang Youyou with a bitter face, he said, "Grind the ink."
Hearing this, Tang Youyou was instantly furious. Grinding the ink again! Why didn't this guy just take her life!
Grinding the ink might seem like an easy task, but in fact, it was a job that could take half of one's life. After grinding the ink, one would be completely exhausted.
One would be sore all over, unable to stand up, let alone walk.
However, facing Rong Xun's sharp eyes, she felt panicked. Thinking of her current appearance, dressed as a man, if he really didn't recognize her and beat her to death with a club, it would be a great loss.
But she was really bored. She had to come here just to take one last look at this heartless man, but unexpectedly, she got herself involved again.
Thinking like this, she picked up the mortar in her hand and began to grind the ink continuously. In the blink of an eye, an incense stick's time had passed, but Tang Youyou saw that Rong Xun, who was sitting there, showed no sign of stopping writing.
She was sore all over. While grinding the ink with one hand, she kept pounding her back with the other.
The pounding sound was very obvious, but Rong Xun deliberately pretended not to hear it and kept writing seriously.
Another incense stick's time passed like this. Outside, the sky had changed from dusk to night, and the sun had already set, but this man still didn't take a break.
At this moment, Tang Youyou didn't know when she had sat on the ground. Her hands were folded on the wooden table where Rong Xun was reviewing memorials. She rested her head on her arms, truly living up to the saying "Find joy in it".
At the same time, a steady stream of even breathing sounds came over, but Rong Xun had no intention of waking Tang Youyou up. After he finished reviewing the last memorial in his hand, he put down the writing brush.
Then, Rong Xun raised his eyes and looked at the sleeping Tang Youyou. He always felt that those beautiful eyes looked familiar.
Just as he was about to touch Tang Youyou's cheek, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. This stabbing pain seemed to be telling him that he must never touch the person in front of him, unless he wanted to die!
At this time, Su Ningde at the door slowly walked over. Seeing that this new young man was so bold as to sleep soundly on the Emperor's table, Su Ningde hurriedly knelt down.
"Your Majesty, this... this person is... If Your Majesty doesn't like this person, this servant will immediately have him driven out."
But just as Su Ningde was halfway through his sentence, Rong Xun interrupted him, "No need. Let this person stay here. A man is more convenient to serve me here. If you have nothing else to do, you can leave too."
Hearing Rong Xun's urging, Su Ningde quickly said, "Oh, Your Majesty, Lady Wen from the palace has sent some food. She even had it sent here at full speed, saying that she hoped Your Majesty could eat the food personally made by her even when outside the palace. So, this servant hurriedly came to deliver it to Your Majesty."
After saying that, Su Ningde gently placed the food on Rong Xun's table, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on Tang Youyou, who was still sleeping soundly beside him.
Rong Xun could tell that the old man was still worried, so he waved his hand and said, "This person is just an ordinary young man. He's here just to do odd jobs for me. In this desolate place, those maids are so clumsy. This boy is much more diligent."
Hearing Rong Xun's praise, Su Ningde didn't say anything more.
After putting down the things, he wisely turned around and left.
Rong Xun stared at the delicate box on the table and was slightly stunned.
Seeing this, he felt no waves in his heart. It seemed that he couldn't say he liked what Wen Ruxue had done for him, but he couldn't say he disliked it either. He just thought that she was the one in his heart.