Chapter 890 It's better to skip it~

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Song Che slightly raised his chin, looking at Song Chunxue with a face full of resistance, "Don't look at me, I don't know anything."

Xie Zheng walked up to Song Chunxue and said, "Actually, he can't be considered a foolish ruler. He's just weak, easily swayed, and easily deceived by the eunuchs in the palace."

“I will sit down and talk to you about the current emperor in the future, but his greatest strength is his integrity.” Xie Zheng sighed. “He never wanted to use a marriage alliance to buy a moment of peace.”

Song Chunxue nodded, "That's true. He's a good father, but the people on the border think he's too stupid."

Yes, the emperor has the backbone, but not the ability.

Unable to win in battle and unwilling to seek peace, the people on the border suffer the most, with some looting and others killing.

Many people were even willing to send their daughters to the emperor to marry into the country, just in order to protect their other children.

Poor families often have many daughters, and many are even willing to give away three or four of their daughters to ensure the survival of their only son.

Unfortunately, their emperor was a good-for-nothing.

But some people say that he at least had some backbone, and that the imperial family wasn't so heartless.

Song Chunxue didn't say these words aloud. What difference would it make? The voices of the poor are what they least want to hear and what they fear most.

If those powerful court officials found out, anyone with the ability would definitely try to shut them up.

This is the tragedy of a dynasty's decline.

When a dynasty prospers, the people suffer; when a dynasty falls, the people suffer, and even the imperial family suffers.

But there are always millions of people in this world who do not abandon the common people because of the changing dynasties and the rise and fall of history.

Therefore, it is most appropriate to entrust these things to Xie Zheng.

Song Chunxue stuffed all the priceless items into Xie Zheng's storage ring.

Three-quarters of an hour later, Song Che carried an inconspicuous box in his arms and led them away from the Xuan Prince's residence.

No sooner had they left than government officials stormed into the Prince's mansion and ransacked the house.

The fact that they only started arguing after all this time shows how kind the Emperor is to Prince Xuan.

Back at the Zhao residence, Master Han looked at the contents of the box with satisfaction and gave Song Che a porcelain bottle.

Having obtained the porcelain bottle, Song Che readily withdrew.

Then, Master Han lifted his eyelids and looked at Xie Zheng, whose gaze was unconsciously fixed on Song Chunxue, staring at him with disdain for a moment.

He placed the tea he had just been holding on the table. "Thank you, sir."

Xie Zheng turned his head and sat up straight.

"Master Han."

"You two should go back to the Xie residence. Anyway, Lord Zhao and I will be going out to take care of some business these next two days, and Fangyue will be going with us. It would be more convenient for you to stay at the Xie residence."

Xie Zheng immediately looked at Song Chunxue, his joy barely concealed.

Song Chunxue could easily see the teasing look on Han Daozhang's face, but considering that they were about to part ways, she didn't care about other people's jokes.

“Alright,” Xie Zheng readily agreed, then changed the subject, “Are you planning to go to the palace, or are you going to investigate the real mastermind behind those evil cultivators?”

"We all need to investigate this thoroughly. It's best if you don't go out. Wait until we return before attending the Daoist discussion." Master Han looked at Xie Zheng. "You should also attend then."

Although Xie Zheng was curious as to why he had specifically said that, he still nodded.

Master Han put down his teacup and, seeing Xie Zheng's absent-minded look, felt that he was in Xie Zheng's way.

"Fine," he said, patting his clothes. "I'm going out for a stroll. You guys go back quickly, don't awaken my lustful heart."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the room.

Song Chunxue looked at Xie Zheng's shy smile and asked, "What are you shy about?"

Xie Zheng didn't look at her, but couldn't hide the smile on his lips. "I'm not ashamed. I just feel that Master Han and the others are very understanding. I feel a little embarrassed."

"Go back early and have someone start a fire; it's still cold at night." Thinking about going home, Xie Zheng tapped the table with his fingers. "What do you want to eat? I'll tell the kitchen to prepare it in advance."

Song Chunxue got up. These days at the Zhao residence, the cook from her eldest brother's family had taken good care of her, asking her every day what she wanted to eat. After she was injured, he stopped asking, but would cook the food and bring it to her, then tell her if she wanted anything else, and that they could discuss it after she recovered.

She's grown so much that her clothes aren't as loose anymore.

The eldest brother also cared about her affairs and came to see her every day.

Going to the Xie residence is fine, anyway, she feels that both places are very practical now, and she won't have any worries if she stays there.

"Just grab something to eat, I'd like to see your garden."

Xie Zheng asked curiously, "What are you looking at in the garden?"

"I'd like to plant some vegetables," Song Chunxue stopped, "By the way, where are your fields? Have you started spring planting? What did you plant this year?"

Xie Zheng nodded, "But our estate isn't very big, and it's completely different from the ones I showed you. We haven't been there in a long time. I'll have someone tidy it up tomorrow, and I'll take you there the day after."

Song Chunxue shook her head, "It's too slow. If our senior brother and the others come back the day after tomorrow, we'll have to go to the Dao Discussion Conference."

It's estimated that she'll return to Jincheng soon after the symposium.

"Shall we go now?"

Song Chunxue nodded, "Alright, let's go now."

Xie Family Estate.

The house has brick walls and tiled roofs, and the windows are a bit small; it looks quite old.

The gate is a bit old, there are newly built houses in the backyard, and there is no pond in the yard, but there is a small river outside the gate.

The garden in the yard is already planted with flowers, but there is still empty space in the vegetable garden outside the gate.

Song Chunxue learned about many new vegetable seeds from the farmer. These were rare vegetables that were sold at high prices on the street, but none of them were suitable for planting in arid areas.

"This humble servant greets Lord Xie."

A calm, steady female voice rang out, and Song Chunxue subconsciously turned her head to look.

A woman who looked to be under thirty was bowing to Lord Xie. She was wearing a light blue satin dress with an exquisite blue embroidered jade-buttoned vest. She was poised and elegant yet full of vitality. Her shy and timid eyes made Lord Xie feel embarrassed.

The woman stared at Xie Zheng, her eyes filled with affection. "I was unaware of your arrival, sir. I apologize for my rudeness."

"This has nothing to do with you; we're here on short notice. Prepare the main courtyard; we'll be staying here for the next few days. Tell the people below not to disturb us unnecessarily."

The woman looked at Song Chunxue, then quickly lowered her eyes to greet her.

"I'll go and give the order right away. Please wait a moment."

As she spoke, the woman looked at Song Chunxue and asked, "May I ask how this lady is addressed?"

“Madam Song,” Xie Zheng replied gently, “she prefers peace and quiet and doesn’t like being waited on. Please make yourselves at home.”

Song Chunxue looked at Xie Zheng. How did she become Madam Song?

The woman looked at Song Chunxue again, her eyes filled with inquiry.

"yes."

The woman looked at Zeng from the association and asked with a gentle smile, "Congratulations, Mr. Xie, on finding your wonderful husband. I just wonder when we can drink your wedding wine?"

The scene seemed familiar, but Song Chunxue couldn't place it.

Oh well, what can I say, since Lord Xie is over forty and still retains his charm?

Moreover, he was a man of great integrity and integrity, and any discerning woman would appreciate such a person.

"Alas, I'm afraid you won't be able to drink, Miss. Lord Xie doesn't want to hold a banquet." Song Chunxue pretended to be very hurt as she walked forward. "Oh well, what can I do? I'm so in love with Lord Xie. I don't need all this empty talk."

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