Thousands of miles away, Xie Yong was unaware of Wen Hemian's true personality. During his brief visits to the capital, Wen Hemian remained silent and taciturn, leading him to discover only now that she was a cold-hearted and sharp-tongued beauty.
The young emperor is lucky to have such a supporter.
Xie Yong was rendered speechless by her words, his voice filled with resentment: "...Of course not."
"Then please step aside, Your Highness." Wen Heming sneered. Seeing that he didn't move, he slowly took out a bright yellow token from his robes. "Perhaps you should obey if you see this?"
To avoid unforeseen circumstances, the Zhao royal family has always kept a token that can be used to carry out imperial orders in special situations. However, it has only been used twice since the founding of the dynasty, as emperors do not easily entrust such power to their subjects.
Power can be blinding, and emperors are suspicious, but this doesn't apply to Wen Hemian.
Even before the conversation began, Xie Lang had handed the token to her without hesitation, precisely to deal with any unforeseen circumstances.
Wen Heming didn't want to use it, but fate had other plans, and he ended up having to use it anyway.
Prince Jia was also taken aback when he saw what she was holding. He waved his hand at the people behind him with a bit of frustration and said, "Come on, make way for Lord Wen."
"Your Highness..."
His subordinates didn't understand why they had to let them pass when they had come to block their way. However, after receiving a gloomy warning look, they immediately shut up: "Yes."
The road wasn't wide, so after they made way, Wen Hemian didn't waste any more words with them. She gestured for Qi Liangsheng to lead his men first, while she stayed behind to bring up the rear.
Xie Yong didn't seem to be planning to give up so easily. He led his men and followed behind them, the group talking in hushed tones.
"Your Highness, she's not the young emperor. Why should we be polite to her? Wouldn't it be better to just capture her and threaten Prince Huailing and the others?"
"Idiot!" Xie Yong glared at him. "Didn't you see what they're holding? Can your flesh and blood withstand that?"
Xie Yong knew that the young emperor must have hidden something, but he didn't expect it to be a new type of firearm. If they hadn't been prepared in advance, they wouldn't know how to deal with it.
Fortunately, it was successful. The young emperor disappeared, and now it's up to fate.
"Besides... what she has is enough to free me from criticism, I must get it no matter what."
Xie Yong felt that Wen Hemian was far too arrogant, daring to reveal his trump card at this time. He shouldn't blame him for being impolite!
"Oh." The subordinate nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Before long, the group arrived at the camp where Xie Lang had briefly stayed.
They sent a letter first, and Zhou Ting was the one who came to meet them.
"Lord Wen."
Without saying a word, Zhou Ting bowed to Wen Hemian, then looked at Prince Jia and the others, frowning: "Lord Wen, shall we let them in?"
Wen Hemian nodded: "Let it in first, then have someone keep an eye on it."
Like a persistent plaster, Wen Hemian wanted to figure out what Prince Jia was up to.
Prince Jia brought about twenty people with him, that's all. Zhou Ting wasn't worried about them causing trouble, so letting them in was fine. Anyway, he had long disliked this person, and maybe he could find a reason to arrest him.
Thinking of this, Zhou Ting sneered: "Come in."
Prince Jia smiled slightly, not caring about his attitude, and leisurely led his men into the camp.
Wen Hemian dismounted and landed steadily on the ground. She coughed, covering her mouth, and said, "Tell me about the current situation."
The two walked into the main tent while speaking in hushed tones.
Zhou Ting nodded: "His Majesty has been missing for several days now. There are not only our people in that mountain, but also barbarian people. We don't know yet whether Prince Jia is involved, but the situation is not optimistic."
Wen Heming frowned: "Didn't you find any trace of them?"
Zhou Ting's expression was grave. He shook his head: "The snow is too heavy. It's been falling for days. Even if there were any traces, they would have been buried long ago. Moreover, that mountain is unstable after being blasted. Any slight disturbance could trigger an avalanche, making it equally difficult for our people to move. His Majesty and the others brought enough provisions. If nothing goes wrong, they should be able to hold out for a few more days, but..."
With no commander-in-chief in the army, and this commander-in-chief being the emperor, it would be better if the army's morale collapsed if something really happened. The real fear is that at that time, the vassal kings would use this as an opportunity to stir up trouble.
Wen Hemian understood that Zhou Ting hadn't finished speaking.
That's why she chose to come here without hesitation; she had to find out Xie Lang's current situation no matter what.
The two lifted the curtain and entered the main tent. Wen Hemian glanced at the furnishings inside and finally found a familiar scent. Her eyes darkened, and she ordered, "Continue searching."
"In addition, I spoke with Prince Jia before. He should already know about the current situation, but I guess he has other plans, so he hasn't taken action yet."
“I don’t know anything about military affairs. The deputy general Qi who came with me this time is my father’s capable subordinate. You can discuss anything with him. You can use my men as you please.”
Wen Hemian spoke almost without pause, issuing one instruction after another, which calmed the anxious hearts of those who had been restless for several days.
Zhou Ting clasped his hands in a fist and accepted the order: "Yes."
Wen Hemian nodded slightly. After traveling for two days, the fatigue in her eyes finally showed, and she looked somewhat haggard.
Seeing this, Zhou Ting sighed inwardly: "I will do everything you asked me to do. Lord Wen, please take a good rest."
Thank you.
With Wen Heming's arrival, the camp became much more peaceful. The elite troops she brought played a significant role in both searching and fighting, greatly relieving Zhou Ting's pressure.
Even though she was in much better physical condition than in her previous life and had some martial arts skills, after riding a horse for so long, she still felt sore all over once she relaxed.
Night falls.
After reading the messy battle reports on the table, Wen Hemian felt a throbbing pain in his head, perhaps from being exposed to too much cold wind during the day. It felt like someone was hammering him with a small hammer, and his eardrums were ringing.
She didn't try to tough it out. Fortunately, she had some pills with her. After dinner, she drank them with warm water, barely managing to suppress the nausea rising in her heart before finally getting up and sitting down by the bed.
As soon as I lay down, I was enveloped by a familiar and comforting atmosphere.
One can imagine that Xie Lang must have been resting here most nights.
Wen Hemian was indifferent. She thought she could control herself, but she found that her so-called control was just a lie when it came to this kind of thing.
The tent was empty and the long night was unbearable.
She suddenly felt a sense of empathy, realizing how Xie Lang had missed her and endured the torment of those three years, day and night.
He walked alone for three years.
“You’ve already taken a sweet treat from me in advance…” Wen Hemian closed her eyes, feeling so uncomfortable that fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. She couldn’t help but clutch the blanket tightly. “Xie Huaichuan, you’d better not go back on your word.”
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