Xu Yaowen pursed his lips.
"Alright, alright," Tan Shujing chuckled and patted him. "Don't be naughty. Go pack Zhiyu's luggage first. You know the situation in Jinzhou best. You should prepare everything she needs. Although Jinzhou has plenty of things, it's still not as good as Shengjing."
The others nodded in agreement. Xu Youran looked at this scene, and while she felt warm in her heart, she couldn't help but feel a bit bitter.
It was all because of me that they ended up in this situation. If I hadn't insisted on marrying Jiang Zhaorong, the Xu family wouldn't have fallen into such decline...
Xu Youran took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Zhiyu beside her.
Now is not the time to feel sorry for herself. She also has to fight for her children and her family.
The emperor could elevate the Xu family with just one word, or he could degrade them into oblivion with just one word.
Xu Youran no longer wants to experience this kind of thing where her fate is in the hands of others.
She wanted money, power, and to be the support behind the Xu family, rather than hiding behind her parents and brothers and enjoying their protection...
Xu Yaowen packed his luggage very quickly and efficiently. In just half an hour, he had packed the necessary items into a small package.
As the departure was imminent, Xu Youran felt reluctant to leave. After dinner, he stayed in the room and slept on the same bed with her.
…
The morning mist is heavy, and the winter sun is dim.
The Xu family's carriage was heading towards the city gate. The vendors on both sides of the street had already started shouting. Jiang Zhiyu was drowsy in the carriage when he suddenly heard the servant driving the carriage outside let out a "whoosh" and stopped.
Xu Yaowen lifted the curtain of his carriage and looked at the two people standing in front of the city gate. He said in a lost voice, "Emperor...?"
Jiang Zhiyu was startled by his shrill voice and stood up to look out.
I saw two people standing in front of the city gate, one of them was dressed in black and wearing a hood, and the one standing next to him was He Yanting.
Xu Yaowen's heart began to beat rapidly. He jumped off the carriage, and Jiang Zhiyu followed closely behind him.
"Your Majesty, what are you doing?"
The emperor chuckled, glanced at him, and then cast his gaze on Jiang Zhiyu: "Two of my trusted ministers are going to share my worries. How can I not come and see them off?"
[Just give it away empty-handed. At least give it as a token of gratitude or something. If anyone tries to give it a hard time, show it and blind them!]
emperor:"……"
A helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He reached out and took off a white jade pendant from his body and handed it to Jiang Zhiyu.
"Hold it carefully. If anyone tries to stop you, show me this. If you encounter traitors, traitors, or those who are treacherous and power-hungry, I grant you the right to execute them first and report to me later."
Jiang Zhiyu took it with a smile.
【This is good stuff. 】
Xu Yaowen couldn't hide his surprise. Did the emperor favor Zhiyu so much? Not only did he personally send her off, but he also gave her two amulets. Such treatment was unparalleled in the entire Tianqi.
"By the way," the emperor tilted his head, "although you are a skilled warrior, there is no guarantee that someone will attack you from behind. Yan Ting is an expert in this field. Let him go with you. By your side, I will feel more at ease."
Proficient in...this?
Both Xu Yaowen and Jiang Zhiyu seemed to have a big question mark on their foreheads.
Isn't this guy the most simple and brutal, dragging out and beating to death anyone who provokes him?
He Yanting seemed not to notice their puzzled gazes as he clasped his fists and saluted the emperor. "Your Majesty, rest assured. I will ensure the safety of Minister Jiang and bring him back safely."
The emperor nodded with satisfaction.
Xu Yaowen: “…”
Jiang Zhiyu: “…”
[No, are these two playing a double act?]
The emperor and He Yanting looked at each other and looked away at the same time.
The emperor coughed dryly and said, "Alright, I'll send you here. The most important thing on your trip to Jinzhou is to ensure your own safety. If you encounter anything, send a pigeon back and I will take care of it for you!"
Xu Yaowen had never heard the emperor express his feelings in this way. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he was short of words and didn't know how to express his patriotism.
His body trembled slightly, and excitement surged through him like an undercurrent. His eyes were blazing: "I will not disobey Your Majesty's will, I will capture the thieves and give justice to the people of Jinzhou!"
Emperor: "I certainly trust Lord Xu."
If the emperor's tone towards Jiang Zhiyu and He Yanting was as warm as the spring breeze, then his tone towards him was as ruthless as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Xu Yaowen: “…”
Never mind, he is not worthy after all.
The emperor gave them some more instructions, and when he saw that more and more people were coming to the street, he stopped talking and walked towards the palace under the heavy protection of the Jinyiwei in the dark.
Jiang Zhiyu and Xu Yaowen looked at each other, then looked at He Yanting, who was smiling across from them.
"Where's your carriage? The General's Mansion can't even afford a carriage, right?"
Xu Yaowen looked at him with scrutiny, narrowing his eyes slightly.
He Yanting lowered his eyes and said, "Prefect Xu, you're joking. Since the emperor asked me to guarantee the safety of Minister Jiang, then of course I should provide close protection."
Xu Yaowen: “…”
Alarm bells rang in his mind, and he was about to say something when he heard the sound of wheels and the faint ringing of a bell on the carriage coming quickly.
Seeing them, the driver's eyes flashed with surprise. He stopped the carriage and reported to the carriage: "Prime Minister, it's the Third Miss."
Juvenile fish?
A hint of surprise flashed across Jiang Zhaorong's eyes in the car. He put down the book in his hand, coughed lightly, and the servant lifted the curtain of the car.
Jiang Zhaorong's eyes automatically swept across Xu Yaowen and He Yanting, and fixed on Jiang Zhiyu, his eyes full of surprise.
"Zhiyu, are you here to see your father off?"
Jiang Zhiyu: “…”
He Yanting: “…”
Xu Yaowen: “…”
[No, how big is this face? ]
[Can I give you a ride, please? ]
Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes and ignored him.
Jiang Zhaorong instinctively felt something was amiss and frowned slightly, but before he could register the slightest hint of dissonance, Xu Yaowen spoke first: "Prime Minister Jiang must have misunderstood."
He didn't want to explain any more. It would be a waste of time to say any more to such a person.
Compared to Jiang Zhaorong, he found He Yanting much more pleasing to the eye. He glanced at him and said, "Hurry up and get in the car. Let's get going."
He Yanting raised the corner of his lips and followed them into the car.
Jiang Zhaorong's expression remained unchanged. The servant's hand lifting the carriage curtain trembled slightly, and his voice trembled as well: "...Prime Minister?"
Jiang Zhaorong hummed lightly: "Drive."
The servant immediately felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He could not wait to lower the curtain and took a deep breath: "Fight!"
He turned around so quickly that he naturally didn't see Jiang Zhaorong's face suddenly darken when he lowered the curtain.
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