Chapter 106: He was dressed in white, his eyes closed, and he slumped in the carriage, sound asleep. ...

"He Wuhuan..."

Wen Zheliu called out He Jiuyue's surname while stretching out his slender white hands towards the air in front of him, as if trying to reach He Jiuyue's gentle hands.

Chen Jin didn't dare to reach out to take it, and vaguely felt that it would be bad to let Wen Zheliu's hope be dashed, so he froze in embarrassment.

"...Sir, the Grand Marshal has already left."

Wen Zheliu was startled and silently withdrew his hand.

His face was filled with emotion, like the kitten's humming, but it didn't come from him. "Well, then, why did you come back?"

Chen Jin's voice was a little hoarse: "Da Sima Dao, I forgot to give you something."

"What is that?" Wen Zheliu had just asked when his blind, yet keen ears caught a faint ding. He frowned slightly, "Is it... a bell?"

"Yes, it's the white jade bell pendant that the princess ordered for you earlier."

Chen Jin explained everything: "During the time you were away, the princess remained silent in front of this jade bell, always telling her subordinates to keep it with them. Isn't this a coincidence? Now that you've returned, it's time to return this earring to its rightful owner."

Wen Zheliu smiled.

Although he couldn't see, he insisted on taking it himself and didn't want Xiaobai to interfere.

The white jade feels warm to the touch, but just slightly cool.

...that warm and beautiful woman is missing.

But at least it can remind me of people.

Wen Zheliu fumbled and carefully fastened the earring back to her earlobe. Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the hanging tassel, and her eyes were filled with natural joy.

"Thank the princess for me."

Chen Jin didn't understand the relationship between men and women, and didn't understand why Wen Zheliu was crying just now and why he was laughing now. He couldn't figure out his thoughts, so he simply gave up trying. He clasped his hands together, bowed and retreated: "Yes!"

When she caught up with the main force of the Red Armor Army, they were setting up camp and resting.

He Jiuyue was in the main tent, setting up a sand table to analyze the situation.

There were various vassal kings entrenched in the area, some large and some small. They were scattered like sand, and it was not difficult for her to defeat them one by one.

But if they unite...

No, we have to make sure they can't afford the Internet.

He Jiuyue fiddled with the emerald green Buddhist beads in her hand, and as she turned them, an idea suddenly occurred to her. Some of them wanted to submit to the court, but this court was not He Feng's court, but the one under her, He Jiuyue's command.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that the court should recruit and pacify large-scale armed civilian groups.

She adopted the strategy of making friends with distant ones and attacking nearby ones. She first sent people to contact the princes who invaded the capital and were ready to challenge her at any time. Then she defeated the rebel forces outside one by one. The forces were very small and could only get a share of the spoils. This could somewhat reduce the burden of being enemies with everyone.

"Chen Jin, do as I say. I will write a letter of surrender and stamp it with my personal seal. Send it to the capital and pass it on to the most powerful King of Huaibei..."

Five days later, outside Beijing.

The army in red armor marched forward in a mighty force, and stopped outside the Qifu Temple with their commander.

He Jiuyue let out a breath of cold air.

"Rest here."

This place is not far from the main camp outside the capital, but she did not leave many people in the main camp, and she did not know whether other vassal kings would take advantage of the opportunity to break in. She had been marching quickly for many days, and both the men and horses were exhausted. She would not have the advantage in a fight, and should not move forward rashly.

"Princess," Chen Jin came trotting over to announce just as they were settling down, "The abbot of Qifu Temple wants to see you."

He Jiuyue's eyes flashed and he nodded.

"Let him in."

But it was not only the abbot who came. Behind him was a woman with a hunched figure but still full of energy. She was a stranger, yet vaguely familiar.

He Jiuyue was unsure how to address this woman and frowned.

"Who are you……?"

"Your servant Caixing greets the princess!" The old nanny was smart. Seeing that He Jiuyue didn't remember her, she stopped talking with red eyes on the verge of complaining.

"I used to serve the eldest princess in the Eastern Palace. After Emperor Jingming ascended the throne, the eldest princess left the palace without taking me with her. I stayed behind to clean the plum garden, and I was only fortunate enough to meet you once... But what I want to tell you is that there's a hidden story behind the late emperor's passing of the throne to the second princess, He Feng!"

"How do you say that?"

"When the late emperor was seriously ill, the eldest princess went out to fight. I had no martial arts skills, so it was inconvenient for me to accompany her. I stayed in the palace to wait. The second princess, He Feng, served by the late emperor. The late emperor liked her, but he was not willing to give her the throne."

Caixing is an old man in the palace and speaks in an orderly manner.

“Before the late emperor passed away, when he wrote his will, it was this servant who ground the ink with her own hands. It was clearly the eldest princess, He Yuyao, who was to succeed him.

"However, the first person to receive the imperial edict was He Feng, who had been guarding her by her side. She thought that since she had been guarding the sickbed for so long, the throne would eventually be hers. When she saw the edict, she was so angry that she almost went crazy and wanted to tear the late emperor's handwriting into pieces.

"But He Feng was a cautious person and would never dare to change the will. It was the eunuch Chen Sanxi who came up with the plan to tamper with the will...

"Since I also know the contents of the will, He Feng and Chen Sanxi are eager to silence me.

"To survive, I had no choice but to pretend to be mad and stupid. I was trapped in the Plum Garden by them. I finally bribed the young palace maid who took care of me, sold the money, and hired people to spread the nursery rhyme in the capital. I also put a lot of thought into setting up this prayer temple, just to make the truth public.

"But He Feng is still in that position, and I have no way to escape from the palace. A few days ago, I heard that He Feng was imprisoned and Chen Sanxi was killed, so I had the opportunity to escape from the palace. Unfortunately, I heard that you are missing and you don't want to see outsiders. Finally, I have waited until now and have the opportunity to tell you the truth.

"This throne should have belonged to the eldest princess. He Feng has been occupying it for many years. After all, even if he wears the dragon robe, he still doesn't look like a prince. I don't ask for gold or silver, I only ask that you return the eldest princess's motherly love!"

He Jiuyue suddenly understood.

I see.

Previously, a nursery rhyme was spread in the capital that He Feng's throne was obtained in an illicit way. She did not take it seriously, but He Feng was suspicious and uneasy all day long. She thought that He Feng was just timid, but now she realized that she was guilty.

"Grand Marshal, the King of Huaibei is still in the city!"

He Jiuyue's face was tense, and he said nothing as he went straight to the camp of King Huaibei.

She went straight in, with Chen Jin leading the army to follow closely behind her. Without letting the King of Huaibei to speak, she cut off the King of Huaibei's head with one stroke. The bloody head slammed into the yellow earth with a "bang". Her eyes were sharper than the sword in her hand.

"Who is she?"

He Jiuyue walked away, and none of the soldiers under the Huaibei King dared to move.

Chen Jin often helped her deal with the mess after the mission was completed. After a few times, she got used to it. She asked the elite troops to follow He Jiuyue and shouted at the top of her voice: "If anyone surrenders on the spot, the Grand Marshal will forgive his past!"

The soldiers suddenly woke up from their dreams and rushed to surrender. Chen Jin was instantly drowned in the sea of ​​chatter and had no choice but to struggle: "Everyone has a share, don't push..."

He Jiuyue went straight to the Yangxin Palace.

He Feng sat on the high seat and did not think there was anything wrong with the throne she stole. When she saw He Jiuyue coming with people, she thought that the crisis of King Huaibei outside was resolved, and she raised the corner of her mouth to say a few words to He Jiuyue.

"Jiyue...ah!"

He Jiuyue didn't respond and cut her tendons with a knife.

Before He Feng could let out another shrill howl, He Jiuyue kicked her again, breaking her ribs. The edge of her military boots that were stepping on He Feng's chest shone with a cold and hard light under the dim candlelight.

"He Feng, was my mother killed by Chen Sanxi, whom you sent?"

People often say that when a man is about to die, his words are good.

He Feng was quite the opposite. Even as she faced death, her mouth hardened and stretched into a straight line: "...What harm or no harm? I don't understand what you are saying."

"You don't admit it, fine."

He Jiuyue unfolded the late emperor's will stored in the library with a "swish" and touched the area where the modification had been made with her fingertips.

"Then do you admit that you tampered with the imperial edict?"

The ink buried on top was scraped off, and the three words "He Yuyao" pressed underneath saw the light of day again.

Just like now, the truth is revealed to the public.

All color instantly disappeared from He Feng's face.

She pointed at He Jiuyue and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably: "You, how could you...?"

"How would I know?" He Jiuyue sneered. "If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself. Have you forgotten? You taught me this when I was a child and I was cheating on my homework in front of the tutor. The tutor reported me to you and I was told."

He Feng was at a loss, not knowing whether he was recalling the past or thinking about countermeasures.

He Jiyue turned his head and ordered the elite Red Armor Army in a flat voice: "Imprison her in the Sky Prison."

"No need to wait in the Heavenly Prison!" He Feng's eyes were bloodshot. "He Jiuyue, don't you hate me? Then come on, kill me!"

He Jiuyue turned a deaf ear to it.

Chen Jin chased after them and put the dragon robe on He Jiuyue. "Are you really going to let He Feng go like this? Even though she no longer has any power behind her, there's no guarantee that she'll use her mouth to deceive people and make a comeback someday..."

"I want Wen Zheliu to kill her with his own hands."

Chen Jin looked worried: "Mr. Wen is weak. Would it be bad if he saw blood?"

“The person who tied the bell must untie it, and the sickness of the heart must be cured with the medicine of the heart.”

He Jiyue shook her head slowly: "If I don't kill her myself, I'm afraid his heart knot will be hard to heal. If I do it myself... I'll protect her, nothing will happen."

The morning star rises, reflecting the figure of a new generation of emperor.

At the grand court meeting, all the ministers bowed down and shouted in unison.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. Long live the Emperor—"

"My dear ministers, please stand."

He Jiuyue raised his hands forward and raised them in the air: "The turmoil in the capital has just been quelled and we urgently need to coordinate. Please spare your formalities and quickly report the important matters from various places."

Official work piled up and she worked day and night. It was still six days later when she finished her work.

After resting for roughly five hours, He Jiuyue ignored Chen Jin's dissuasion of "Your health is more important, rest for a while longer" and resolutely stepped onto the Xingyun saddle and headed straight for the remote village on the border.

It is true that she is emotionally indifferent, but it is also true that she cares about Wen Zheliu.

"Faster, faster!"

He Jiuyue waved his whip and shouted loudly.

The emperor, who had won the battle and ascended to the throne with the support of thousands of people, only wanted to find the beauty he had been waiting for.

Fortunately, He Jiuyue was riding the horse Xingyun, which was a horse that could travel in a winding way every day. If he had ridden another horse, it would have died suddenly during this long journey.

After finally arriving at the village, He Jiuyue restrained his bold demeanor and walked lightly.

She couldn't figure out the reason at first, until the phrase "homesickness" suddenly appeared in her mind, and then she realized the feeling she was experiencing for the first time.

Sweet, yet slightly bitter.

It makes people look forward to it, but also afraid that the expectations will not be met.

He Jiuyue restrained his aura and walked into the village carefully. Relying on his memory, he found where Wen Zheliu was staying. He pointed at the guard and slowly walked into the yard.

Wen Zheliu was in the middle of the yard.

He was dressed in white, lying in a sedan chair with his eyes closed, soundly asleep.