Chapter 48 Uncle, do you like Xie Yuting?
The moment Jiang Yueying heard the words of Marquis Anyang, she was stunned where she was.
Marquis Anyang is the Queen Mother's younger brother. He has been fighting on the battlefield since he was ten years old. Later, he was seriously injured and has not been on the battlefield for many years.
A few months ago, the states of Jiang and Yue came into conflict, and war was imminent. No general was willing to fight. Finally, the Marquis of Anyang led his troops to the border, saved the situation, and turned defeat into victory.
The victory report was sent back to the State of Jiang, and the Emperor ordered him to return to the court immediately and give him rewards.
Counting the days, it’s time to come back.
As soon as Xie Yuting finished speaking, a report came from outside the door that Marquis Anyang had arrived at the door of Chaoyang Palace where they were temporarily staying.
Jiang Yueying was flustered, not knowing how to face him. Now she was Princess Anyi. Even if she didn't reveal her flaws in front of the ministers, what about in front of her family...
Uncle should know Jiang Yueying very well, but she knows nothing about how they get along in private. What should she do? Is it too late to pretend to faint now?
Faced with such a thorny problem, before Jiang Yueying could think of a solution, Marquis Anyang had already stepped into the main hall, his body covered in weathered sweat, and met her eyes.
Jiang Yueying opened her eyes wide and saw her uncle's appearance clearly.
The sunlight covered the ground, and the tall man came with his backlight, and the dazzling white light fell on the man's armor on his shoulders.
Anyang Marquis Liu Dongzhong was wearing a set of black soft armor. He had a resolute face, regular features, deep eyebrows and eyes, and a high and straight nose. As he had just come down from the battlefield, there were several scabbed scars on his cheekbones, which added a bit of murderous aura to his face.
His eyes were like those of an eagle, with curved hooks, staring at Jiang Yueying in a way that made her a little scared.
"Uncle." She could only call out weakly.
Xie Yuting, who was standing next to him, was quite excited and said in a loud voice: "Uncle, you are more impressive than I thought!"
Marquis Anyang looked at Xie Yuting with a strange look in his eyes, clasped his fists and saluted: "Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Liang."
"Uncle, there's no need to be so polite. Just call me Yuting." He smiled with his peach blossom eyes curved.
Marquis Anyang nodded slightly and looked at the hesitant and nervous Jiang Yueying again.
In order to leave the two of them a place to be alone, Xie Yuting dismissed the servants and quietly left the room.
The door was closed and the room was as quiet as water.
Jiang Yueying stomped her feet in anger. Xie Yuting was quite understanding. Why didn't he join in the fun at this time!
There were only two people left in the hall, and the atmosphere was awkward and silent. Jiang Yueying said awkwardly: "Uncle, would you like some tea? This is freshly brewed chrysanthemum tea..."
Marquis Anyang carefully traced her features and asked in a low voice, "Have you suffered any injustice in Liang?"
"No," Jiang Yueying answered decisively and sincerely, "Your Highness treats me very well, and I have never suffered any injustice."
Marquis Anyang was silent for a moment, then asked, "When His Majesty forced you to marry, why didn't you write to your uncle for help?"
Jiang Yueying lowered her eyes.
It’s not that I don’t want to ask for help, but my uncle at that time only belonged to Jiang Yueying. How could he recognize her, Jiang Yueying...
"But there's no other way except for an arranged marriage. Asking my uncle for help won't help either," Jiang Yueying said, choosing her words carefully. "My uncle has been recuperating in the mansion for many years. I don't want to disturb him..."
Marquis Anyang stared at her intently. Jiang Yueying swallowed and her forearms trembled with nervousness.
She blinked desperately to hide her panic, but what kind of person was Anyang Hou? No movement on the battlefield could escape his eyes. He had an unparalleled observation ability, not to mention Jiang Yueying's obvious uneasiness.
In his eyes, all lies are exposed.
He saw through Jiang Yueying and became more certain of his inner speculation.
After a long silence, Anyang Hou sighed and said, "You are not Yueying."
Jiang Yueying stood still, her whole body stiff.
My hand shook and chrysanthemum tea spilled on the back of my hand.
If I get discovered, what will the other party think?
"Don't be afraid, I just want to know the truth." Anyang Hou's sharp eyes turned gentle. "Don't try to deceive me. Who are you?"
"I……"
Jiang Yueying's chest kept heaving, her fragile heart about to collapse. Should she confess everything? Would her uncle acknowledge her as his niece?
Seeing her emotional instability, Marquis Anyang simply expressed his own thoughts: "I heard that His Majesty has newly crowned a Princess Anle, the older sister of the twin princesses from back then. Furthermore, this newly crowned princess not only looks identical to Princess Anyi, but also has the same irritable and quick-tempered personality."
"Even if they are twins, can they be so similar?"
He heard everything on the battlefield and found it absurd. His sister had been dead for more than ten years, but he didn't even know that she had a daughter.
What a joke, even if the princess is really frail and cannot be announced to the world, why can't even his uncle know about it? He is not a big mouth and will not go out and shout about it.
Your Majesty has doted on Yueying for many years, how could you bear to send her to Liang State?
So on his way back to the capital, he began to suspect that His Majesty had found someone to substitute for his daughter and marry her to the Prince of Liang.
It was not difficult to fake one's identity and appearance. He had seen too many spies wearing human skin masks in the military camp.
In all likelihood, the Princess Anyi who married into the State of Liang was a fake, and the current Princess Anle is the real Princess Jiang Yueying.
Therefore, from the moment he entered the door, he had been observing this "Princess Anyi". He first tested her with words and found that she was indeed not Yueying. Then he tried to find a flaw in her face and almost took off her human skin mask.
But I always feel something is wrong.
Because the person in front of him felt too familiar to him, even though he knew that the other person was not Yueying, he still couldn't bear to hurt her.
It may be because this little girl is also a victim. If she is found to be pretending to be a princess by the State of Liang, the consequences will be disastrous.
The other party risked his niece's life, he shouldn't threaten others.
Marquis Anyang tried to keep his tone gentle: "Tell me, I won't reveal it to anyone, and Your Majesty doesn't need to worry. I will pretend to know nothing about it and won't mention it on my own initiative."
Jiang Yueying's tears overflowed from her eyes. She bit her lips tightly and finally said in a very low sob: "Uncle, I'm not Jiang Yueying, my name is Jiang Yueying..."
Marquis Anyang frowned and fell into great confusion.
"My sister and I are indeed twins, but I have lived in the cold palace since I was a child. No one knows of my existence. If I hadn't needed someone to marry in my place, I might never have seen my uncle in this life..."
Marquis Anyang was completely confused and caught off guard. Even on the battlefield where arrows were fired at all directions, he had never encountered such an unexpected and bizarre thing.
My head was buzzing. What was the other party talking about? Did he really have a niece...?
Then why was she kept in the cold palace? Why did Jiang Kui hide her life experience? What happened back then?
Jiang Yueying made a cup of tea for Anyang Hou. The two sat down. After calming down, she wiped away her tears and slowly told him the truth that had been covered up in the past.
The girl's eyes were calm, and she only mentioned the years of loneliness in the cold palace in a few words, as if she was telling the story of an outsider.
Snow fell outside the window, dyeing the window frames white.
She spoke slowly, and by the time she finished, Marquis Anyang across from her was already in tears.
"I'm sorry, uncle didn't know..." Anyang Hou's sadness was like a floodgate that could not be stopped.
He wanted to rush into the palace, drag Emperor Jiang out, and beat him up. What a rotten tyrant. What did his sister's death have to do with his daughter? If his sister were still alive, she would be so sad.
The poor little girl, who knows how much suffering she has endured in the cold palace. Thinking of this, he felt unbearable heartache and pressed Jiang Yueying into his arms.
Marquis Anyang choked up and said, "If my uncle had known earlier, he would have definitely taken you out..."
Jiang Yueying was dazed and twisted her body slightly, seeming to be uncomfortable with the care from her relatives.
"It's your uncle who's sorry for you."
"No, no, uncle is not wrong, don't blame yourself." She said in a low voice.
Marquis Anyang took a deep breath, each breath was heavy and painful, and he could hardly breathe.
Such a sensible child, yet he suffered so much for no reason.
It’s all Jiang Kui’s fault, that cold-blooded guy.
Jiang Kui had killed his brothers to gain the throne, committing countless sins. Originally, the Liu family was unwilling to agree to this marriage, but the eldest sister was in love with him, and Jiang Kui swore that he would never take a concubine in his life and that there would only be the queen in the harem, so the Liu family finally gave in.
Who could have thought that this man was so paranoid that he blamed his wife's death on his innocent daughter and threw her into the cold palace without paying any attention to her for many years. He had no humanity at all.
This kind of cold-blooded "affection" is really chilling.
Anyang Hou touched Jiang Yueying's head, his eyes full of pity: "Child, you have suffered."
"It must be hard to bear without your family around."
"Uncle, don't be sad for me. I don't care anymore," Jiang Yueying blinked and whispered softly, "I'm very happy to be recognized by uncle, and... I also have relatives in Liang State."
"In Liang State?" Anyang Hou asked subconsciously.
"Hmm..." Jiang Yueying's cheeks flushed and she covered her face shyly.
"That unruly Prince of Liang outside the door?" Marquis Anyang curled his lips.
Jiang Yueying defended: "Uncle, he is very good to me."
"You've only been married for a few days and you're already turning your back on me?"
Jiang Yueying pursed her lips: "Anyway, he is very good, I am willing to go to Liang State with him."
From the moment she entered the door, Jiang Yueying had been trembling with fear. Even after revealing the truth, she was cautious and did not dare to get close to her uncle. However, when she mentioned Xie Yuting, Marquis Anyang saw a little temper on her face.
It was like he was protecting his own son and would not allow anyone to say anything bad about Xie Yuting.
Tsk, a playboy has seduced this girl away?
Anyang Hou was no fool. He could tell Jiang Yueying was a clear-headed person. She said Xie Yuting was good to her, which must be true. But her future prospects...
Is it too late to go out and beat up Xie Yuting now to force him to work harder?
Marquis Anyang was both relieved and worried, as his hair was turning white at the age of thirty.
The two had been talking in the room for more than half an hour. Marquis Anyang could not stay in the palace for long, so he quickly took out a token from his bosom and stuffed it into Jiang Yueying's hand.
This token is made of black iron and has a huge character "Xiao" engraved on it. It feels heavy in the hand.
She touched the cold token and blinked in confusion.
"This token can mobilize a team of my personal guards, called the Cavalry Guards," Marquis Anyang patiently explained. "I'm giving them to you. When we return to Liang, I'll station them outside the capital. If you need anything, just use the token to dispatch them."
Jiang Yueying was so surprised that she couldn't speak clearly: "This, this..." Sending troops directly is too extravagant.
"Just consider it as a dowry from your uncle." said Marquis Anyang.
Jiang Yueying held the token, and a warm feeling flowed into her heart.
"Thank you, uncle."
Before I knew it, my eyelashes were moistened with moisture.
She thought silently that she seemed to have a relative again.
From childhood to adulthood, she has always longed for the love of her family, but her father wished her dead, her sister was even more cruel, and her wet nurse, who depended on her for survival, died early.
Life in the cold palace is miserable, and only a little black cat can bring comfort.
She had also heard of the name of Marquis Anyang and knew that he had an uncle who was recuperating at home, but she could not leave the cold palace and could not convey her voice to him.
Before leaving, Marquis Anyang hesitated to speak. Jiang Yueying saw his hesitation and took the initiative to ask.
Anyang Hou held her shoulders and asked seriously: "Do you like Xie Yuting?"
The clear eyes trembled suddenly.
…
After seeing off Marquis Anyang, Jiang Yueying looked dazed, with a sense of unreality as if in a dream.
Standing alone by the window, I opened it and saw the gray sky. I slowly withdrew my gaze and looked into the courtyard. The pines and cypresses were covered with fluffy white snowflakes. A light breeze swept by, and the snowflakes fluttered.
The sky and the earth were covered in silver. Suddenly, a bright color appeared. Xie Yuting was wearing an embroidered turquoise robe and a gilded hair crown that sparkled. He raised his brilliant peach blossom eyes, raised his eyebrows and smiled at her, showing his elegance.
The chest cavity was like a little bird about to break out of its shell, making a thumping sound, as if something was about to spread its wings and fly out from inside.
She lowered her eyes, touched her chest, and smiled faintly.
Xie Yuting came to the window and asked with a smile: "What did you talk about with uncle? Did you report me?"
Jiang Yueying felt a little guilty and lowered her head to rub her fingers.
If I tell the truth, this guy would be so proud of himself.
"If I really wanted to complain, it would take three days and three nights to finish." She raised her chin.
"Am I that bad?" Xie Yuting pretended to be heartbroken, clutching his chest. "You're not going to complain to your uncle, are you? If I get put in a sack and beaten one day, you'll have to take responsibility..."
Jiang Yueying almost laughed out loud, and glared at him: "I'm going to complain, what can you do to me?"
Xie Yuting's eyes narrowed suddenly, revealing a dangerous light: "It seems that the little princess's mouth is not well-behaved."
Before he finished speaking, he pushed himself up with his arms and flipped in through the window. His tall figure obscured the girl's delicate body.
Why are you climbing through the window again?
Jiang Yueying took a half step back, her round eyes filled with water, and her tone was panicked: "What do you want to do?"
Xie Yuting smiled lazily, stretched out his arms to hug her body, leaned over to her eyes, and opened his thin lips: "Your mouth is not well behaved, so I can only shut it up."
“Hmm…!”
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