The fact that Wen Chengyuan rushed back to inform her indicates that the situation is not optimistic, at least not at present.
Wen Heming's mind went blank for a long time, her eyes trembled, and she couldn't say a word. Faced with this news, she was surprisingly calm.
She instinctively reached out to retrieve the shards of the teacup that had fallen to the ground, but fortunately the system reacted quickly and jumped over to block her movement.
Wen Chengyuan wasn't that perceptive, but as he spoke, his tone became strained: "Shuang'er, although we don't know what the situation is, we must prepare for the worst. I have a feeling that what Prince Jia is waiting for might be this opportunity."
As long as the emperor is alive, whatever Prince Jia does will ultimately be seen as illegitimate. But if something happens to the emperor, it will be a different story.
The current emperor has no heir, so Prince Jia, as the emperor's only uncle, has a chance to compete for the throne.
The capital city is heavily guarded and filled with the emperor's men, so Prince Jia has no chance to make a move. The only thing he can do now is to find a way to get rid of Xie Lang.
The system interrupted Wen Hemian's dazed state. She took a few quick breaths and, after a while, said, "...You're right."
"Just because no news is coming out doesn't necessarily mean something has happened to him. I should trust him and try to calm things down."
Wen Hemian's mind raced, feeling as if her emotions were numb. Although she didn't feel much sadness or worry, it was as if her heart was being tightly gripped, making it hard to breathe.
There's a kind of heavy, oppressive sense of confusion that just won't seem to materialize.
Wen Chengyuan took a deep breath. He noticed his daughter's unusual expression and thought for a while before saying in a hoarse voice, "Your mother doesn't want me to tell you, but I think you have the right to know. I've already sent my men to investigate, and they'll report back as soon as they have any news."
At this moment, regardless of any other grudges or grievances, Xie Lang is the monarch, and a wise and virtuous monarch whom he has finally found. As a subject, Wen Chengyuan has the responsibility and obligation to find him.
"Father plans to make a trip to Prince Jia's fiefdom, you..."
"No, I'll go."
Wen Hemian interrupted him, her voice calm but her eyes filled with unwavering determination: "The border needs you. If you are worried, you can assign me a deputy general."
Moreover, Wen Hemian had a premonition that she should go there.
“I know you and Mother will be worried, but with it by my side, things may not be as bad as we think.”
Wen Hemian glanced at the cat in her arms, and Wen Chengyuan followed her gaze, immediately understanding, and then sighed deeply: "So be it."
He could see how much his daughter cared about the young emperor.
Even as parents, they would find it difficult to judge the feelings between them. But as we said before, Wen Chengyuan and Qin Yi are not old-fashioned people. Whatever choice Wen Hemian makes, we should just respect it.
Wen Chengyuan stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder: "I'll go prepare now. Shuang'er, you should also get ready to leave."
After saying that, he left in a hurry, just as he had come.
Only when Wen Hemian and the system were left in the room did she allow her vulnerable emotions to show. Her nails almost dug into her palms, and her voice was hoarse: "System, Xie Lang will be alright, right?"
As a villain whom neither the male nor female protagonists can do anything about, and whom even the system can't handle, he certainly won't make any mistakes in this kind of situation...
The system sighed: "I'm sorry, host, the system does not have permission to tell you this."
"Permission denied..."
Wen Hemian muttered those three words several times, her mind swaying, and her eyes were almost red.
This was probably one of the rare times she lost her composure.
Just as the system was considering whether to try to comfort her, she suddenly stood up, her throat tightening: "No matter what, let's see how it goes first."
Wen Chengyuan understood the importance of morale. Before coming to tell Wen Hemian, he had already ordered the news to be kept secret. In addition to the troops that Wen Hemian brought with him, he also allocated an extra two thousand men to Wen Hemian.
The general accompanying him was named Qi Liangsheng. He was a calm and composed man and one of Wen Chengyuan's trusted confidants. Knowing the purpose of this trip, he didn't waste any words when they met.
"Lord Wen, the general said that we should first meet with His Majesty's men, and then go to Prince Jia's residence together."
Most news from the capital doesn't travel this far, but as a confidant of the Prince of Huailing, Qi Liangsheng knew more, and naturally he also knew the true relationship between Wen Hemian and Xie Lang.
However, after glancing at her, he couldn't discern much emotional fluctuation on Wen Heming's face.
I don't understand it, I really don't understand it.
However, this was not something he should be concerned about. He soon heard Wen Hemian's reply: "Listen to my father, let's go!"
Walking in the snow was not a pleasant experience. Wen Hemian was extremely sensitive to the cold, and the cold wind howled against her face, mixed with fine snowflakes, almost freezing her to the bone. She blinked several times before she could barely get through it.
The situation was urgent, and they could not afford to rest halfway.
The group traveled day and night to arrive at the fastest possible speed.
Before they could reach the camp and reunite with the rest of the group, they encountered a pack of dogs blocking their way.
"Whoa—"
Qi Liangsheng walked ahead, gave a pause signal, and stared warily at Prince Jia, Xie Yong, who had suddenly appeared with his men on their only route.
"Your Highness, what do you mean by this?"
Since they hadn't officially broken off relations yet, Qi Liangsheng could only suppress his disgust and deal with him.
Xie Yong didn't reply to him, but instead looked straight behind him, looking relaxed: "Why don't you call your Lord Wen out to have a talk with me?"
It was clear they had come prepared. Qi Liangsheng's face darkened. Just as he was about to say something, Wen Hemian had already ridden forward from behind.
She pulled down her hood, her face pale from the wind, but her posture was upright, her eyes cold, her noble and unparalleled air undiminished, and her gaze was somewhat icy: "What does Your Highness Prince Jia wish to discuss with me?"
On the surface, Prince Jia didn't have many people with him, but it's unknown whether anyone was lying in ambush nearby, so it's best not to make any rash moves.
"Lord Wen is truly heartless. I had the honor of meeting you a few times in the capital."
Xie Yong said this with a half-smile.
Wen Hemian was too lazy to argue with him: "Whether I am heartless or not is none of Your Highness's business. This is not your fiefdom, and you have no right to stop me."
“Of course.” Xie Yong finished speaking, then suddenly asked, “Is Lord Wen in such a hurry to see the young emperor? As far as I know, the young emperor is not in the camp right now.”
Qi Liangsheng's expression changed slightly, and he quickly turned to look at Wen Hemian.
Wen Hemian's face remained calm, maintaining his composed demeanor. He ignored Prince Jia's provocation, his indifferent gaze conveying an air of authority without anger.
"I find it strange. Since His Highness Prince Jia knows that I am going to see His Majesty, why is he still wasting his breath talking to me here? Is it because he is worried that something unexpected will happen, and that's why he is doing everything he can to obstruct me?"
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