The Right Prime Minister suddenly realized that his focus was not on his duties, so he quickly changed the subject to talk about matters related to his official business.
Lin Xiangzhi always felt that the topic of the Right Chancellor was somewhat far-fetched.
Official business can be resolved in the court, so there seems to be no need to trouble the Right Chancellor to come and discuss it in person.
Unless it's for forming cliques or engaging in self-serving activities.
Is the Right Chancellor trying to win me over?!
After drinking half a cup of tea, the Right Chancellor started talking about other things.
After a moment, he looked around and said, "Young Master Lin's family has not yet been brought to the capital. It's too spacious for you to live alone in this huge courtyard."
Lin Xiang's heart was filled with alarm bells.
Is the Right Chancellor going to suggest to the Emperor that his residence be changed?
He quickly laughed and said, "It's not spacious at all. I have parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters. Even this house feels cramped."
The Right Chancellor nodded. "It is a bit crowded with such a large family. Young Master Lin will get married in the future, so we can set up another courtyard in the capital later."
"What nonsense are you spouting, Right Prime Minister? With my meager salary, I'm lucky if I can even support my family. Where would I get the money to buy a house?"
In fact, Lin Xiangzhi's father had made it clear that he would not stay in the capital for long after retiring from office, because the winters in the capital were too cold and he was afraid he would not be used to it.
The Right Chancellor abruptly changed the subject, asking, "Is Young Master Lin's fiancée from the capital?"
Lin Xiangzhi paused for a moment and said, "It's like half of the capital."
The Right Chancellor, though disappointed, did not show it on his face. He cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations, Young Master Lin. I will definitely come to your door to ask for a cup of celebratory wine on your wedding day."
"Thank you very much, Your Excellency. Your presence has brought great honor to my humble abode."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the Right Chancellor rose to take his leave, departing with regret.
...
The other delegations left, leaving only the Liang Kingdom's envoys at the post station.
Xiao Jingzhao made his first attempt to test the waters.
He first spread the word that the person Liang was looking for had returned to the capital.
Xiang Song arranged for a man of similar age and build to Nangong Zeyue to stay at the inn in a grand manner.
That night, two assassins entered the man's house.
The assassin was caught red-handed by the guards lying in ambush in the courtyard.
Unsurprisingly, the two assassins were envoys who had come to welcome the eldest prince of Liang.
One of them was an envoy surnamed Mou.
Xiao Jingzhao did not execute the man, after all, he was someone sent by Liang Guoming.
The guards crippled the two men's martial arts and imprisoned them, planning to bring them back for questioning when the Liang people returned.
...
At the Jiang residence, with only two days left until the wedding, Jiang Shuyue, as usual, went to the clinic and then went home to brew a pot of health-preserving tea. She sat in the flower hall, holding Xue'er in her arms and leisurely reading the novel Qiuju had just bought.
Nangong Zeyue had not returned yet. Qiuju saw that her mistress was engrossed in reading a book and did not seem to be in any hurry at all.
Qiuju saw this and was very anxious.
"Miss, is something keeping Young Master Nangong away? If he can't return on the wedding day, should we postpone the wedding?"
Qiuju brought in the pastries and glanced at Jiang Shuyue, who was watching intently, and made a suggestion.
Jiang Shuyue gently turned a page with her slender, jade-like fingers, saying without looking up, "I believe he will come back."
He then looked up at Qiuju and said, "You can send out the invitations today."
She paused and then said, "It's not too late to send it to Uncle Lin's place today, and I'll also send one to Huanhua Street. He might be tied up with something, so I have to do something for him."
"I've already delivered to Madam Su, but I haven't delivered to Miss Du and Miss Zhan yet."
"Miss, it's alright since Chang Le is still a young girl, but we should at least send a portion to Princess Yonghe."
The two princesses were very friendly to the young lady, and Qiuju noticed it all.
Jiang Shuyue hesitated for a moment and then nodded. "Of course, just like with Uncle Lin, it's fine to send it over in the morning."
Jiang Shuyue was right; Nangong Zeyue was indeed preoccupied with other matters.
The assassins sent by Mo Ziyan disappeared without a trace, and the spies he planted in the delegation sent messages back to the capital by carrier pigeon as soon as they arrived.
They said they hadn't seen the assassins sent from the front in the capital, nor had they found out their whereabouts.
Mo Ziyan concluded that his men had been quietly killed by Xiao Jingzhao.
He worried that his position would be threatened after his brother returned, so he stopped watching from across the river and sent his men to disguise themselves as soldiers of the Nanzhao Kingdom to provoke war.
The first battle was a sneak attack using despicable means. If it weren't for the quick reaction of the Wanling soldiers, Mo Ziyan would have almost reached the camp where Wanling had piled up grain and fodder.
The number of soldiers in the western suburban camp is not large, and they certainly won't go to support the frontier.
During the initial simulation, any particularly valuable tactics were written down and sent to the frontier.
Logically speaking, there shouldn't be anything going on at the Western Suburbs Camp anymore.
When Nangong Zeyue requested leave to go home, both the commander and deputy commander said that it was a special period and no one was allowed to leave the military camp and must be on standby at any time.
With only two days left until the big day, Nangong Zeyue was so anxious that blisters appeared on the corners of her mouth.
He sought medicine from the military doctor, who examined him and said he had excessive heart fire, and prescribed him Huanglian Decoction.
Seeing that he was sullen, his comrades in the same tent helped him go to the kitchen to cook some medicine.
Looking at the bowl of Coptis chinensis soup, Nangong Zeyue frowned.
Seeing that he had no intention of drinking, his comrade advised, "Commander, don't hesitate, just drink it down in one gulp. It's not as bitter as you think."
Nangong Zeyue: "..." My heart is more bitter than bitter melon.
As darkness fell, Nangong Zeyue picked up the medicine and drank it all in one gulp.
The bitterness spread across the tip of my tongue, from my throat to my stomach.
Nangong Zeyue felt a churning in her stomach, as if she were about to vomit up her dinner.
No, he needs to get better quickly. It hurts so much to even open his mouth right now.
If he hadn't fully recovered by the time of their wedding night, and given Yue Niang's obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, wouldn't he be unable to even kiss his bride?
Thinking of this, he quickly sat down to meditate and regulate his breathing, eventually forcibly suppressing the uncomfortable feeling.
A comrade who was close to him suggested, "Brother Nangong has been in a bad mood these past few days. How about I accompany you for a walk outside the training ground?"
“Alright, it’s stuffy in the main tent, that’s exactly what I was thinking.”
Two comrades-in-arms who came out with her accompanied Nangong Zeyue, one on her left and one on her right.
A gentle spring breeze caresses the face, carrying a faint fragrance in the air—the scent of unknown wildflowers, along with the unique aroma of leaves and grass.
The trees in the distance are lush and green, looking like a traditional Chinese ink painting from afar.
Nangong Zeyue had no interest in appreciating the beautiful scenery.
He looked up toward the west gate and murmured, "The gate should be closed by now."
A comrade joked with a smile, "Brother Nangong must be thinking about his future sister-in-law."
"Brother Nangong, don't you know? At this hour, the other city gates have already closed, but the west gate will not close for about another quarter of an hour."
Nangong Zeyue's eyes lit up. "Why?"
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