The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 272 She is Blaspheming
The force gradually increased.

Jiang Jinshuang didn't care about the red marks on her soles; her face was full of malice and hostility.

She paid no heed to Pei Du's expression of pain or pleasure; the force he exerted was erratic.

A commotion arose outside the door.

"Prime Minister Pei! Your Excellency the Grand Secretary! How could you, as a powerful minister of Wan Jin, commit such a treasonous act!"

It seems that some guests have noticed something amiss and have come to persuade Lord Pei.

"Your Excellency! You are the head of all the ministers. You cannot ruin your future because of personal feelings!"

"Yes, yes! If the imperial family blames us tomorrow, has the Grand Secretary considered the consequences?"

"..."

Listen to this chatter outside. They don't care about Princess Zhaoming's marriage to the wrong man or her chastity. They only care about how this Grand Secretary's future career will be hindered.

Pei Du is a very popular person.

Jiang Jinshuang thought this to herself, but her strength did not lessen.

—It seems that even if she becomes the victim, it's not a big deal.

The already violent emotions became even more rampant.

Jiang Jinshuang tilted her head to look at Pei Du, finally stopped what she was doing, raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "Pei Du, kneel before me."

Everyone revered him as a god.

Everyone shoved him onto the platform.

He is the unreachable moon in the night sky, a god beyond the reach of all living beings.

She is blaspheming.

Filled with violence and anger.

The "god" bowed his head and knelt at her feet.

That overwhelming anger was given to his God.

Jiang Jinshuang stepped on his feet without any regard for the guests and officials outside the door, who offered countless advice and talked loudly.

It must have been Jingmo who was blocking the way from outside.

His tone was cold and somber: "My lords, my master invited you all to the wedding banquet because he trusts you all and wishes to receive your blessings and congratulations."

"As for the rest, my master doesn't care. Please leave."

The guests outside refused to leave, and even threatened to smash their heads against the pillar to their deaths in an attempt to dissuade Lord Pei.

Jingmo drew his sword.

"My master is celebrating a joyous occasion today. If any of you cause him any trouble, don't blame us for the swords being merciless."

That was Beijing ink, which was always measured and had a smooth, transparent finish.

Now, however, he refused to back down an inch, coldly stopping the crowd.

They don't seem to care who they might offend.

The guests, of course, couldn't really just crash into the wall and die there; they could only mutter and point towards the bedroom.

Some even shouted, "I will certainly report today's matter to His Majesty impartially tomorrow, and let His Majesty decide!"

But now, the man in the bedroom can no longer hear those words.

He grabbed Jiang Jinshuang's feet.

His body was glistening with sweat.

He knelt at her feet.
His breathing was heavy.

His lips moved slightly, but no words came out.

Those outside the door were engaged in lively discussions, or talking about their future careers.

Nothing to do with him.

at last.

Jiang Jinshuang's ankles were so slender that a man could easily grasp them with one hand.

Jiang Jinshuang raised her eyebrows slightly, looking down at him.

She rested her hands behind her back, seemingly nonchalant.

Using her toes to lift the wedding dresses scattered on the ground, Jiang Jinshuang randomly picked one and tossed it into Pei Du's hands.

She then extended her own and placed it on the man's knee.

The man calmed down for nearly fifteen minutes.

Her fingers twitched unconsciously as she picked up the wedding dress Jiang Jinshuang had chosen. A calm, almost silent stillness enveloped her.

“I’m crazy, Jiang Jinshuang.”

The man cleaned her up.

He finally stood up and bent down to look at her.

His eyes held an almost insane obsession and a profound tranquility.

"You said you'd marry me, Jiang Jinshuang, you said it."

Jiang Jinshuang looked directly into Pei Du's gaze.

She attributed Pei Du's actions today to "revenge".

Jiang Jinshuang's understanding of relationships is actually too simplistic.

She asked him several times, "Do you like me?", but he never answered.

For Jiang Jinshuang, this meant dislike or rejection.

She no longer likes Pei Du, so naturally she wouldn't spend much time thinking about or analyzing the meaning behind his every word.

She felt that today's wedding was his "revenge".

He was seeking revenge for the time she had trapped him in the princess's palace years ago, ruining his reputation.

Jiang Jinshuang tilted her head, her smile nonchalant: "Has Lord Pei considered how to explain this to His Majesty tomorrow?"

Pei Du lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes like black raven feathers: "I hadn't thought about it."

Exceptionally honest.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang scoffed, "Pei Du, you dare to steal my marriage without even thinking about it?"

“This is not a forced marriage,” Pei Du said hoarsely, “You are my lawfully wedded wife.”

"Your Highness, we will be the ones who live in harmony and grow old together."

Jiang Jinshuang thought that this was Pei Du talking nonsense.

Jiang Jinshuang picked up the wedding dress from the ground and chose the lightest one to wear.

"Now that Lord Pei has finished his revenge, could you send someone to escort me back to the Lin residence?"

Jiang Jinshuang smiled, her eyes still filled with malice: "I am not married to Lin Qingyan yet."

“Your Highness must be tired today,” Pei Du said, rising to his feet. “You should get some rest.”

The smile on Jiang Jinshuang's face slowly disappeared.

"Pei Du, what are you planning to do?"

Pei Du: "It's just a rest, Your Highness."

"Your Highness will be summoned to the palace soon. You should get some sleep first. We can discuss the rest tomorrow."

Even if we were to leave now, it seems there's nowhere to go.

She looked at Pei Du without saying a word.

Seemingly knowing what Jiang Jinshuang was thinking, Pei Du said in a hoarse voice, "Lin Qingyan is unharmed, but he has been surrounded by people and cannot leave the Lin residence."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang almost laughed in anger: "Pei Du, you have abused your power and committed the crime of deceiving the emperor."

Is it because his career has been too smooth and easy these past three years that he has to cause himself such a big mess and make himself miserable?

Pei Du didn't seem to think he had done anything wrong, and only said, "The guards at the Lin residence have just withdrawn."

It seemed like he wanted to give some more instructions.

Outside the door, Jingmo knocked.

"Tuk-tuk-"

"My lord, Eunuch Kang from the palace has arrived. He says His Majesty requests that you come to the palace immediately for an audience."

This was expected, and Pei Du was not surprised.

"I see."

He responded and changed his clothes.

Reaching the door, Pei Du opened it and stepped away.

The door slowly closed again.

Jiang Jinshuang looked at the closed door and let out a cold laugh.

Pei Du has caused such a mess that even Jiang Huayan will not tolerate him anymore.