Chapter 87: Merciful Cause and Merciful Effect Part One

The appearance of Royal King Yi surprised everyone. When his servant announced his arrival at one end of the street, even Huai Qiugong who was calm and stable at all times got surprised; it could be seen on his face as his expression changed slightly.

Ten years weren’t short, but ten years also weren’t long enough for people to forget everything.

Fang Jie heard from the crippled old man that Ms. Xi left Chang’an to look for Yang Qi, Royal King Zhong. Not long after she left, Yang Yin, Royal King Yi, expelled Beckon of the Red Sleeve from Chang’an with a written order. The girls who didn’t have Ms. Xi to lead them could only go away, and many of them fell into pleasure quarters.

This was something that everyone knew in Chang’an, and this move made Yang Yin lose more than what Xi Huamei loss. He thought that Royal King Zhong’s disappearance was caused by His Majesty, so he instantly made this decision to coordinate with His Majesty and wipe out Royal King Zhong’s forces. However, he was surprised to learn that instead of sucking up to His Majesty, he angered the Emperor.

From then on, he no longer had the chance to control a portion of the government and be greatly influential.

Only from this point of view, he was far inferior compared to Royal King Zhong. Although Royal King Zhong wasn’t in the government, all the officials respected him. Royal King Yi wanted to enter the government, but no one tried to flatter and suck up to him.

After that incident, he got far away from the power circle without a doubt, even though he was a royal king and the Emperor’s only brother in Chang’an.

Having a prestigious status didn’t mean great power. Fortunately, Royal King Yi had gotten used to his current life, and he also fell in love with it. Even the residents of Chang’an knew who was best at enjoying life and having fun.

Since the establishment of Great Sui, every new emperor would rob his brothers of all their powers to secure and stabilize his throne. This had become an unspoken rule. The princes who failed to take the throne could only wait for fate to arrange everything for them.

When the throne of Great Sui changed hands, many brothers killed each other for its possession.

Yang Yin, Royal King Yi, had gotten off his horse-drawn carriage far away, and he slowly walked toward Beckon of the Red Sleeve.

All the important guests including Yang Kai, King of Xu State, quickly walked out to welcome him.

Xi Huamei was still supporting Huai Qiugong by the arm, and she looked calm.

Fang Jie who stood by the gate looked at the man who was walking over in a royal robe, and he whispered to Mu Xiaoyao beside him, “Sister Xiaoyao, if there is the chance, let’s press down that royal king onto the ground and beat him up, ok?”

“No.” Mu Xiaoyao who was dressed as a servant lowered her voice and said, “Don’t waste Ms. Xi’s effort in helping us.”

Fang Jie smiled and said, “I’m only saying it for fun. Grandpa Luo said that this guy sealed Beckon of the Red Sleeve. Ms. Xi helped us a ton, and this guy is her enemy and an opponent of Royal King Zhong, the creator of Beckon of the Red Sleeve. If I get the chance, I would want to slap him.”

Mu Xiaoyao knew Fang Jie well; he wouldn’t do anything irrational.

Seeing that everyone’s attention was attracted by Royal King Yi, Mu Xiaoyao whispered into Fang Jie’s ears, “Now is the opportunity. Let’s go.”

Fang Jie nodded and snuck out of the crowd secretly.

However, both Fang Jie and Mu Xiaoyao didn’t notice that a young man in fancy clothes was staring at him. This young man’s stare was cold, and he had a vicious smile on his face. He turned around and said something to his servants. Then, he looked at his two peers in the front, frowned, and turned around, leaving this place.

When Fang Jie and Mu Xiaoyao got to the backyard of Beckon of the Red Sleeve, Da Quan who was waiting there already got anxious. Seeing Fang Jie return, he immediately walked up.

“How was it?” he asked.

“Let’s leave right now,” Fang Jie said that and carried Chen Qingshan who was on the reclining chair before walking to a horse-drawn carriage on the side. Then, he placed her in the compartment of the horse-drawn carriage softly.

Chen Qingshan was now in a cyan robe and formal shoes, looking just like a servant.

“In order for us to escape, Ms. Xi opened Beckon of the Red Sleeve for business earlier. With what happened at the Ministry of War, it isn’t smart to open for business now. She did this to help us; it is great enough,” Fang Jie said to Chen Qingshan in a low voice, “When we leave, try not to move. If the soldiers ask, we will say that we are servants in Beckon of the Red Sleeve, and we are going to gather spring water ten kilometers away from Chang’an to make tea for the guests. The scene that Beckon of the Red Sleeve is making right now is big enough, and the soldiers who are guarding the city know for sure. Now that even Royal King Yi is here, everyone has to show respect to Beckon of the Red Sleeve. Also, we don’t have any weapon with us; it shouldn’t be hard to leave the city.”