Chapter 163 Being Soft-hearted Is Not a Good Thing

Song Yanxi pursed her lips, pondering what Mo Jinchuan had just said in her mind. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard a muffled "bang" sound from the yard, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of someone when she heard the noise.

Because if there really was an assassin, no matter how stupid he was, he would not choose to come at this time.

What's more, An Yi did not issue any warning. With his skills, he should not have been able to fail to notice someone sneaking in. It must be someone he knew.

With this in mind, Song Yanxi sat back down with peace of mind and said towards the door, "Since we have guests, Commander An, please tell the kitchen to prepare soup and rice for one more person."

"Don't worry about him, girl. He's not hungry."

As An Yi finished speaking, a clear and cold young voice rang out, "Thank you for your help."

"You are as rude as ever, kid."

As An Yi's laughter and scolding rang out, Qiu Zongping's limping figure appeared at the door.

Seeing him about to kneel down again, Song Yanxi smiled and reminded him, "It's freezing cold, General Qiu, why don't you eat and drink enough before talking about other things."

Hearing this, Qiu Zongping frowned slightly, but knelt down without any hesitation.

Just by hearing the solid thud of his knees hitting the ground, you could tell that this guy was a stubborn person.

Song Yanxi held the hot water bottle in her hand and looked at Mo Jinchuan, who was leisurely sipping his tea. She asked with a half-smile, "Your Highness, are you really not going to intervene?"

Mo Jinchuan's expression was indifferent. "Since he is willing to kneel, let him kneel."

Song Yanxi originally wanted to give some advice, but then she thought about how she scolded Zhuzhi before leaving, and swallowed the words back.

His Royal Highness Prince Jin is not a cold-hearted person. Since he said so, it must be General Qiu who made the mistake first.

Since she didn't know the cause, she shouldn't interfere.

Song Yanxi lowered her eyes, looked at the fox fur on her body, and silently said sorry in her heart.

Aunt Qiu came all the way to write to her, specifically asking General Qiu to take good care of her. She even gave her this precious fox fur coat, but she chose to stand by and watch.

But my aunt is cheerful and not fussy about details. I think she would not blame me even if she knew.

After all, no one knows her son's personality better than she does.

As Song Yanxi expected, Qiu Zongping was indeed an out-and-out stubborn person. Not only did he not take the initiative to defend himself, but he also stood straight.

This is not a case of asking for forgiveness. If you don't know, you might think he is here to receive a title in front of the palace.

An Yi came in with hot soup and couldn't help but kick him as he passed by him, reminding him, "The prince and the young lady are about to have dinner. Kneel outside and don't get in the way."

Qiu Zongping said yes obediently and was about to get up when he heard a gurgling sound from his abdomen.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he stood up hurriedly and was about to walk out.

Mo Jinchuan said calmly: "Let's eat first."

Qiu Zongping's body stiffened slightly. Just as he was about to say something, he heard his cold voice, "When you're full, get out and continue kneeling. Come back in when you've had enough."

Song Yanxi looked at An Yi silently, her eyebrows moving slightly.

Does your prince usually speak to his subordinates like this?

An Yi pulled the corners of his lips, forced a smile and said, "Girl, drink the mutton soup while it's hot."

As for the rest, they can’t and shouldn’t control it.

The master has his own arrangements.

Several people sat down one after another, smelling the delicious aroma of the hot soup. The hungry Song Yanxi had no time to think about anything else. Nothing was more important than filling her stomach today.

After drinking the hot mutton soup, everyone's faces showed satisfaction.

It's freezing cold and you've been traveling a long way, so there's nothing better than a bowl of hot soup.

No one talks while eating or sleeping. Everyone eats their own food tacitly. For a while, the only sound in the room is the sound of chewing food.

Worried that Mo Jinchuan was serious, An Yidu took two pancakes and handed them to Qiu Zongping, indicating that he should eat more to keep warm later.

Seventeen or eighteen years old is the age when children can eat the most. Qiu Zongping not only finished the pancake he gave him, but also filled two bowls of soup and drank them all.

After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and walked out without any hesitation.

After the people walked away, An Yi lowered his voice and asked, "Master, can half an hour be enough?"

Mo Jinchuan wiped his hands with a handkerchief without even raising his eyelids, "If you want to accompany him, this king will not stop you."

"Your Highness..." Song Yanxi was about to say this when she was quickly interrupted by An Yi.

He said excitedly, "Thank you, Master, for your kindness."

show mercy?

Thinking of the half hour that An Yi mentioned, Song Yanxi suddenly understood something.

She looked at Mo Jinchuan and kindly reminded him, "Why don't you let them kneel at the gate of the courtyard so that people coming and going can see them more clearly."

Mo Jinchuan thought about it carefully and agreed: "That makes sense."

Before he could speak, Song Yanxi hurriedly stopped him, saying, "That would be too deliberate. Let them kneel in the yard. The gates are open, so anyone who needs to see will be able to see."

At least the yard is sheltered from the wind. If it were to blow outside for half an hour, even the strongest person would not be able to withstand it.

Seeing through her thoughts, Mo Jinchuan said helplessly, "They are not as fragile as you think."

He paused, his tone becoming graver, "Being soft-hearted isn't a good thing."

Song Yanxi was dissatisfied and asked, "Is it the same for the prince?"

Mo Jinchuan said without hesitation: "Of course."

His eyes were blazing, and his voice was full of determination, "If a Japanese king endangers you, you don't have to be soft-hearted towards me."

Song Yanxi's heart trembled, and she subconsciously asked, "Will the prince do that?"

Mo Jinchuan's eyes were gloomy, "No."

Even if it was disadvantageous to him, he would never hurt her in the slightest.

After staring at him for a long time, Song Yanxi suddenly smiled, her voice tinged with sobs, "Your Highness is sincere to me, I will definitely return my sincerity, and there will never be a day when we will draw swords against each other.

If the situation becomes unavoidable, I hope Your Highness will protect himself first."

The implication was that if something happened one day, he would have to sacrifice her to protect himself.

A trace of pain flashed in Mo Jinchuan's eyes, and he lowered his voice and said, "As long as I am here, that day will never come."

He would never allow it.

*

"Shihan, the news of Jiang Jinzhong's death will be reported back to the capital in a few days. We don't have much time." Lin Tingfeng sat at the table, his eyes full of regret.

Zhuang Shihan combed her hair in front of the bronze mirror and said nonchalantly, "I understand. I'll just find a chance to check it out tomorrow."

She just didn't believe that Mo Jinchuan could hide on the fifteenth day if he could hide on the first day. He couldn't stay in the yard forever.

Even if he didn't come out, he couldn't just avoid seeing General Xu and others when they went to discuss matters.

Lin Tingfeng's face was gloomy. He looked at Zhuang Shihan, who was concentrating on giving him a perfunctory response in the bronze mirror, and said impatiently, "If we delay, something bad will happen. He still has something against us. If he says anything to His Majesty, both our families will be implicated."