Don't come here! You are the emperor!

The generals in the hall were already uneasy because of the commander's words, and when they heard this, their faces all changed.

The letter, sealed with silver on a black background, lay quietly on the bluestone floor, with a seal used exclusively by the royal family on it.

What is even more difficult to think about is that this letter was thrown from Qin Shu's hand.

In other words, the secret letter written by Nanjiang to Qin Xuan, intending to join forces with Qin Xuan to deal with Qin Shu, was actually handed over to Qin Shu intact by Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan's position, the imperial city's position, was self-evident.

If Qin Xuan and Qin Shu are of one mind, then Southern Xinjiang will have no chance.

The entire lobby fell into deathly silence.

Fang Ci said nothing, but slowly raised one hand.

The generals looked at each other in bewilderment. Although they had numerous doubts in their hearts, they did not dare to disobey the order and bowed their heads and left the hall.

The door slowly closed.

Fang Ci turned around and looked at the man who was still sitting in the main seat with a calm expression. He didn't beat around the bush and asked, "What exactly does Your Highness want?"

Fang Ci looked at Qin Shu, understanding everything in his heart. Qin Xuan's position was so clear that if Qin Shu really wanted to take action against the Southern Palace, he wouldn't have to go through this trouble.

As soon as the military order was issued, the troops were dispatched straight down, and the Southern Palace was unable to resist at all.

Qin Shu's arrival meant that the knife was still hanging in the air and might not fall.

As expected, Qin Shu spoke: "I asked,"

He paused, looking directly at Fang Ci: “Xiao Jingyuan, where are the people?”

This sentence is plain and simple, without any power or threat, but it is as heavy as a mountain.

He continued, his voice a notch lower than before: "Fang Ci, I'll be frank."

"Xiao Jingyuan was chosen by me to be the person who will take charge of the southern region. This kind of person cannot die in obscurity."

"If he really died in battle, you should explain the whole process clearly."

"But if you killed him yourself, or if you watched him die, using his death to gain exclusive military power for your Fang family—"

His voice suddenly turned cold, his words like a blade: "That's your Nanfu, harboring two hearts."

Having said that, Fang Ci could only give in. She suppressed the turmoil in her heart: "Jing Yuan is seriously injured, and the barbarians are watching. I need to block the news."

After these words were spoken, Qin Shu's expression finally eased a little.

Xiao Jingyuan was a chess piece he had placed himself, a piece used to stabilize Southern Xinjiang. If this chess piece was suddenly overturned, and inexplicably, it would be a naked "provocation."

Qin Shu responded, his tone slightly slower, "You've also seen that the people in your Nan Mansion are not clean."

He pressed on, "Who initiated the letter sent to the Imperial City to plot against me? Who delivered it? Who orchestrated it? Until this is fully understood—Xiao Jingxiu will temporarily take over the military duties in the south. Is that okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Ci's face suddenly darkened.

She slowly raised her eyes to look at Qin Shu, without a smile on her lips: "Leave it to Ren Xuan."

The words were as sharp as swords, leaving no room for maneuver.

Qin Shu raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming a little surprised. He brought Xiao Jingxiu with him to save face for Fang Ci and to give the Nanfu a decent look. After all, although Xiao Jingxiu's identity was mixed, he was still from the Nanfu.

What about Ren Xuan? Ren Xuan is the general in the cloud and is his direct subordinate.

Qin Shu chuckled softly, his voice light and light, revealing a hint of amused interest: "Does the princess insist on doing this?"

This is quite interesting.

Qin Shu naturally had no objection. He felt more at ease leaving it to Ren Xuan.

He paused, then said, "Then follow the princess's advice."

As he spoke, a scarlet afterimage flew in from outside the door, like the wind blowing through the hall and lightning striking across.

The young man moved incredibly fast. Fang Ci only had time to see a flash of red light, and the next moment, the young man was standing in the middle of the hall.

The young man had no expression on his face. He threw a red-gold array talisman in his hand towards Qin Shu and said in a clear and concise voice, "Qin Xuan is looking for you."

As the array talisman fell, light patterns surged, and the array light slowly lit up in the center of the hall, suddenly unfolding a phantom light curtain.

On the other side of the screen, Qin Xuan was helpless but also a little angry: "Third Brother! Didn't I tell you not to go to Southern Xinjiang?! Do you know how annoying you are in Southern Xinjiang?!"

Qin Shu's expression was indifferent, as if he was smiling: "Oh? For example?"

Qin Xuan choked. "For example?" For example, back then, you stripped the Fang family of their throne. You killed Xiao Jingyuan, and the entire southern border was filled with hatred towards you.

Qin Xuan just felt a toothache. Qin Shu, the instigator of these troubles, had no recollection of it at all. It was really infuriating and funny.

He gritted his teeth to calm his emotions and instead gave a heartfelt exhortation: "Third Brother, look—I have no children either. This throne, according to our ancestral precepts, is passed down from brother to brother. Sooner or later, it will be yours."

"I have already written the secret decree and sealed it with the golden seal. You must live well and continue the family line. Our bloodline will be cut off by you. Can you bear it?"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Shu's face suddenly darkened, and he refuted flatly: "Don't talk nonsense! You are the emperor, go give birth to a son yourself! I don't even plan to have an heir!"

Qin Xuan looked at him meaningfully and said, "You don't need it. It's your good eldest son. It's a free gift. I don't need your consent."

He said helplessly, "In short, stop staying in the south and return to Yunzhong as soon as possible."

Qin Xuan turned his head in the light curtain and his eyes fell on Fang Ci who was silent beside him.

His tone suddenly became extremely serious: "Princess Fang, if you did not advise me in the past, I will pursue you in the future. If you do not plot against His Royal Highness Prince Xiang, I promise you - Southern Xinjiang will be peaceful forever."

Qin Xuan seemed to have finished speaking. He glanced back at the young man in red who was still standing beside Qin Shu, and changed his tone: "By the way, Princess Fang, this little brother of mine happened to have some business in Southern Xinjiang. Could you please help me keep an eye on him?"

Yuan Feng raised his eyebrows, with a look of disgust on his face that said "I'm not a three-year-old child", and it was obvious that he had no interest in being "taken care of".

He took out a communication talisman from his sleeve, threw it casually, and it landed steadily on Qin Shu's desk.

Yuan Feng said casually: "My brother and I are in southern Xinjiang. If you have any urgent matters, you can come to us."

The young man paused, his tone slowing down a bit, a rare occurrence. "By the way, take some time to go back and visit the martial arts gym. Your junior brothers talk about you every day."

After saying this, he turned around and left as if he had completed his task.

···

For the past two days, Ren Xuan had been completely distracted, with only one thought swirling in his mind:

I have to run back quickly.

He is a professional killer, so he shouldn't be too sensitive to the so-called 'murderous intent'.

This place in southern Xinjiang, from the wind and sand to the people's hearts, everything is not right.

But Lu Xiyun, that guy - once his Qi Yuan moved, the evil began to spread, and Lu Shian had to use a formation to suppress it.

These two people, one cannot move and the other cannot move.

Ren Xuan couldn't do it either by looking at it or not looking at it.

I want to leave, but I don’t want to leave.

Although these two people have no old grudges against the Nan Mansion, Ren Xuan still feels uneasy.

He thought about it and decided that staying in the military camp would be the most comfortable.

But unexpectedly, early this morning, someone came shouting outside the camp, saying that it was the order from the Southern Commander that His Royal Highness Prince Xiang was summoning him.

It's funny that Ren Xuan didn't use any punctuation marks.

He yawned. "Let him come to see me."

Unexpectedly, the visitor added, "His Highness said that he wants the general to temporarily take over the post of commander of the Southern Palace."

Ren Xuan nearly threw the cup off the table. The Southern Army's commander? He's coming? How could this be true?!

He almost fell down in one breath. "I appreciate his kindness, but could you make up a little more outrageous stories?"

Isn't it just to trick him out of the barracks and kill him? That's not the way you'd make up a story!!

Ren Xuan waved his hand impatiently: "No, no. If he really has something to do, let him come by himself."

Finally it was noon.

His Royal Highness Prince Xiang really brought his guards and stood at the door of his tent.

The man stood there, his face gloomy enough to drip water, and he spoke coldly:

"Ren Xuan, I can't call you, right?"

"You're such a grand show."

The voice was neither fast nor slow, but each word felt like a pat on his back.

Ren Xuan was startled and jumped up from behind the desk.

He was instantly sweating profusely: "Your Highness, Your Highness, please, please, please, why did you come here in person...?"

The visitor glanced at him expressionlessly, his tone becoming even colder: "Nan Mansion is in such a mess, I was wondering why you didn't have any news at all. You're hiding out here all day, right?"

Qin Shu's eyes were sharp, and he pressed forward: "Let me ask you, someone in the Southern Palace is contacting the Imperial City. They want to take advantage of the fact that Xiao Jingyuan's death is still unclear and eat up your 70,000 troops. Don't you know anything about this?"

Ren Xuan quickly tried to make amends, "Your Highness, I sensed that things were not going well, so I didn't dare enter the palace easily. I was afraid someone would catch me and put you at a disadvantage."

After hearing this, Qin Shu's tone softened slightly: "If you sense something is wrong, why don't you go back to Yunzhong?"

Ren Xuan opened his mouth and almost shouted out the three words "Lu Xiyun". He swallowed them back in his throat and almost choked.

He wailed in his heart. Wouldn't this force him to buy Lu Xiyun?

Although the face of His Royal Highness Prince Xiang in front of him was as cold as the wind in the north, but when he thought about it carefully, Qin Shu didn't know that Lu Xiyun was with him.

Ren Xuan had watched Qin Shu for decades and could guess 80% of the time when he moved and when he didn't move, even with his eyes closed.

The situation in Southern Prefecture was unstable, and the intelligence in Qin Shu's hands inevitably led to some bad predictions, which made Qin Shu believe that he must intervene immediately in the situation in Southern Xinjiang.

This information is likely that the Fang family has set their sights on his support forces.

To put it bluntly, Qin Shu's trip was most likely to rescue him.

For the sake of these 70,000 people, Qin Shu was willing to make such a trip in person... To be honest, it was really touching.

Ren Xuan was as troubled as a hide hung out to dry in the southern Xinjiang wind. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Your Highness, I... have been busy these days and cannot leave."

The words couldn't be more vague, but he really couldn't make them any clearer.

Qin Shu had come all the way to Southern Xinjiang to rescue him, and he continued to help Lu Xiyun conceal the truth, which was indeed a bit unbrotherly. But if Qin Shu knew that Lu Xiyun was recuperating in his camp, the scene would be enough to make people feel ashamed.

Ren Xuan was still playing out the 10,000-word psychological drama of "Should I give Lu Xiyun away" in his mind. He had just hesitated to the 9,987th word when a very inopportune sound of footsteps was heard outside the tent.

Immediately afterwards, the curtain of the military tent was lifted without any scruples.

A voice that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar floated in unconsciously, with its usual unannounced and matter-of-fact tone: "Ren Xuan, you should find another formation master. Shi An's consumption is too great."

Halfway through his words, Lu Xiyun stepped into the tent and suddenly realized that the atmosphere was wrong.

In the military tent, General Ren, who should have been sitting behind the desk, was standing obediently.

The young man sitting in the main seat cast his gaze towards him, and His Royal Highness Prince Xiang was visibly shocked, even visibly on the verge of becoming furious.

Qin Shu even stood up.

Lu Xiyun froze in place.

His eyes turned slightly and moved towards Ren Xuan very slowly.

Ren Xuan gave him a smile that could be described as a "last words level", with four words clearly written in his eyes:

Seek good fortune for yourself.

Prince Lu: “…”

Lu Xiyun completed the "escape" plan almost instantly after meeting Qin Shu's gaze.

His eyes flickered back and forth between Qin Shu and Ren Xuan, trying to pretend nothing had happened. "Ah, this... ahem... excuse me for interrupting you. Please continue, both of you."

Before he could finish his words, the young man ran away, and the wind lifted half of the curtain.

Qin Shu: “…?”

Ren Xuan: “…”

Qin Shu narrowed his eyes and slowly turned his gaze to the people around him: "Ren Xuan, are you helping him hide it from me?"