Chapter 423 Yin'er is good, Daddy likes to pat Yin'er

Xiao Nanyan led the army on a rapid march, and the clanging sound of iron armor continued on the official road.

On this day, the vanguard finally arrived at the territory of Lincang City, which is less than a hundred miles away from Yandu.

Scouts returned one after another, reporting the events in Yandu City one by one:

Helian Feng ascended the throne and changed the reign title. Fu Yunqing abandoned the city and fled. The Crown Prince's Mansion caught fire, and several princes perished in the flames. The whereabouts of the young Emperor Helian Ji were unknown...

Inside the central army tent, Xiao Nanyan held the secret report with the ink still wet in his fingers, and remained silent after listening to it.

The candlelight cast deep and light shadows on his angular face, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

After thinking for a while, he looked towards the direction of Yandu City and said in a deep voice:

"Pass the order down. The army will set up camp and rest at the foot of Lincang Mountain, ten miles away."

The generals under his command had doubts.

Shouldn't the Regent march quickly and recapture Yandu in one fell swoop? But seeing his own prince's solemn expression, he finally obeyed the order and left.

In fact, as early as when he set out from Nanzhao, Xiao Nanyue had already anticipated that Helian Feng would launch a crazy counterattack before he returned to Beijing.

The large group of people were marching slowly, so he specifically ordered Manluo and Mo Ren to ride fast horses ahead, so that they could return to Yandu at least half a month earlier than them.

Manluo is proficient in poison techniques. If Xiao Beicheng uses poison in the city, she can still resist it. On the other hand, even if she is defeated, her man, the Poison King, will never sit idly by and will definitely come to help.

Mo Ren, on the other hand, took his secret order to carry out another secret move that affected the overall situation.

After the arrangements for setting up camp were completed, Xiao Nanyue walked quickly to the carriage, carefully helped Xiyan get off, and took his daughter Yin'er, who was wrapped tightly in her arms, from her arms.

The little guy is now more than nine months old and looks more and more delicate.

Her face was round and plump, like a ripe apple, her skin rosy and fair, as if water would drip out if gently pinched. Her large eyes were particularly lively and watery, as if they held two springs of clear water, their corners slightly tilted upwards, lending her a natural, charming charm. Her small, delicate nose was straight and delicate, and her cherry-pink mouth, now pursed, occasionally flaunting a tender, pink tongue, was adorable.

Xiao Nanyue lowered his head and gazed at the daughter in his arms, his eyes so gentle that tears could drip out of them.

He had looked at her like this countless times during these days. The more he looked, the more he felt that his daughter's eyebrows and eyes were very similar to his own. Looking closely, he could vaguely find some of the shadow of his mother Su Xianrou.

He himself inherited his mother's good looks.

His mother was the most beautiful woman in Tianqi back then. I think his daughter Yin'er will definitely be a beauty with extraordinary beauty in the future.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad, and became more grateful to Xiyan.

Even though she hated him so much, she still brought their daughter safely into this world.

Yin'er in his arms seemed to notice her father's gaze, and looked at him curiously with her beautiful big eyes.

Seeing him staring at her in a daze, the little girl raised her chubby hand without any warning and slapped it on Xiao Nanyue's handsome face with a "pa".

This sudden movement also startled Xiyan beside her.

She knew very well that Xiao Nanyan was usually cold and serious, and she was afraid that he would be angry with Yin'er, so she hurriedly wanted to go forward and take her daughter from his arms.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Nanyan was stunned for a moment, and then a bright smile appeared on his face. He grabbed his daughter's chubby hand, gently rubbed it on his face, and said in an unbelievably doting tone:

"Be good Yin'er, Daddy likes to pat Yin'er."

Yin'er was amused by him and giggled. Her little hands kept slapping Xiao Nanyue's face. The force was not small, but it was done with the innocence that only a child can have.

Xiao Nanyan let her pat him, smiling widely, and kissed her pink little face from time to time. His gentle and doting look was completely different from his decisive image on the battlefield.

During the march, Xiao Nanyan was afraid that Xiyan would be tired, so he held Yin'er in his arms most of the time.

After a month, the relationship between father and daughter grew stronger. He had long been accustomed to his daughter's innocent babbling in his arms, and felt that this was the most precious warmth in the world.

Xiyan stood aside, looking at the heartwarming scene of a loving father and a filial daughter. She felt mixed emotions in her heart, and suddenly an indescribable feeling welled up in her.

She looked at the undisguised fatherly love in Xiao Nanyan's eyes, and Yin'er's complete dependence and closeness to her father, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart:

Who says it's not the natural bond between father and daughter? This blood-related bond is ultimately irreplaceable.

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When the family of three returned to the tent, it had already been cleaned up by the soldiers.

The soft couch was covered with a clean brocade cushion, and the air was filled with a faint soothing fragrance, which was completely different from the solemn and murderous atmosphere outside the tent.

After dinner, Yin'er had been fed by the wet nurse. When she was handed to Xiyan, the little girl was sleeping soundly, with the corners of her pink little mouth slightly raised, as if she was having a sweet dream.

Xiyan sat on the couch, gently stroking her daughter's soft hair, but her heart was not as at peace as the child in her arms.

All the way south, she and her daughter were almost inseparable, but the closer they got to Apocalypse, the heavier the uneasiness in her heart became, like an impenetrable fog.

Especially, whenever she thought of Xiao Beicheng, she couldn't help but shudder:

That man always gave her a ghostly feeling, sinister and cruel, as if he was lurking in the dark at any time and anywhere, following her like a shadow, making her unable to sleep or eat.

She was also worried about Helian Feng. The resentment and resentment he felt when he left Yunqiu that day made it hard to guarantee he wouldn't continue to pester her.

She had no love for Helian Feng, but she also had no hatred for him.

The gentle and jade-like Prince in her memory, the modest gentleman who had made a vow to her by the Taiye Lake, would he really change beyond recognition for the sake of power, and even want to kill Manluo?