Ye Heng subconsciously glanced at Yanchuan, then lowered his head.

But the look in his eyes was obscure.

Seeing Jingchuan so arrogant, the Minister of Rites could not help but snort coldly, "Jingchuan, don't think that you can be arrogant just because you won a battle. If you agree to the marriage, we and Xiling can live in peace, which will also be a blessing for the people. Don't ignore the people of the world for your own selfish desires."

"I don't know what selfish desires you're talking about. I only know that if Xiling refuses to submit, then we'll defeat it. So many of us died just to marry a princess. Ask the Minister of Revenue if this account can be settled."

The Minister of Revenue wiped the sweat from his forehead, not knowing how this matter had come to him.

Nangong Yuan waved his hand and said, "Since General Jing has a chance of winning, then place Princess Xiling in the inn. When the compensation arrives, we can release her."

The Minister of Rites wanted to say something more, but the person had already been taken away by Jingchuan.

As soon as he got out of the door, he pulled back his sleeves with all his strength, "You big rough guy, I don't know you well, why are you pulling me?"

Jingchuan shrugged, "I don't know you well either, I just don't want to listen to you anymore."

After saying this, he glanced at the other ministers, bowed to Ye Heng, and then turned and left.

Seeing him like this, the Minister of Rites was confused for a moment.

After everyone dispersed, Ye Heng and the Minister of Rites happened to walk slower.

But they were standing one in front and one behind, and it didn't seem like they were talking.

After leaving the palace, the two got on the carriage and said the same place name.

The two carriages quickly left the palace and headed in opposite directions.

After a cup of tea, two carriages entered a yard one after another.

When the Minister of Revenue saw Ye Heng, he couldn't wait to ask, "What did Jingchuan mean before he left? Could he be one of ours?"

Ye Heng sat down and shook his head, "I don't know."

"You don't know?" The Minister of Revenue calmed down and thought for a moment, "Should we go ask that person? If it's one of our own people, they can know in advance. This Xiling marriage is a crucial step and we can't afford to make any mistakes."

The original plan was that he and Ye Heng would each hold their own opinions first, and then Ye Heng would pretend to be persuaded and agree to his proposal.

Unexpectedly, Jingchuan suddenly appeared.

Ye Heng nodded.

The two chatted for a few more sentences before leaving one after the other.

Imperial Palace.

Seeing the sky darken, Nangong Yuan waved his hand and said, "Go to Cining Palace."

When Nangong Yuan arrived at the Cining Palace, Qingyin was still sleeping soundly in the recliner.

Nangong Yuan's brows rarely relaxed, and he leaned over and hugged her.

Qingyin was awakened by a kiss, and when she opened her hazy eyes, she met a pair of smiling black eyes.

In the dim room, Nangong Yuan trapped the person in the recliner, "Queen Mother, you are sleeping so soundly."

Qingyin glanced at him sideways and was stunned for a moment.

Why does it feel like the voice is full of resentment?

Qingyin pushed him, still feeling a little tired, and yawned slightly.

This made Nangong Yuan laugh out of anger.

In the past few days, because of the Xiling envoy's visit to the capital, he has been trying to make arrangements in order to avoid marrying the so-called princess.

She is fine.

Nangong Yuan threw the blanket on Qingyin's body to the ground without saying a word.

…

…

Hearing that the noise in the house had died down, Qiu Zhu's almost red face slowly cooled down.

And at this time.

In the post house in the east city of the capital.

Mulan Yan seemed to have drunk some wine and murmured, "Why didn't he agree?"