Meng Huaichuan: “…”
I shouldn't have asked if I had known.
Xiuzhu and Meng Huaichuan didn't leave until after dinner.
After a busy day at the family banquet today, Wanruo was very tired and fell asleep immediately in Songhe Garden.
Xie Xianyu was still in the study discussing matters with other officials for a while, and when he saw Wanruo, she had already lain down. After taking a shower, he also went to bed.
He skillfully pulled her into his arms, holding her in his embrace, and rubbed the tip of his nose against the top of her head.
Wanruo opened her eyes hazily and frowned to warn him, "I'm sleepy. Don't touch me today."
I tormented her for half the night yesterday and she still hasn't recovered.
"Well, I won't touch you today." He kissed her forehead, "Go to sleep."
Wanruo finally felt relieved. She closed her eyes contentedly, rubbed herself in his arms, found a comfortable position and fell asleep peacefully.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Wanruo who was curled up in his arms like a kitten, with a slight smile on his lips. How could she be angry with him? Her heart and eyes were full of him now, and she was so obedient.
He closed his eyes contentedly.
Suddenly, Fu Xian's voice came from outside the door: "Master, there is an urgent report from the border!"
Xie Xianyu suddenly opened his eyes, let go of Wanruo, and got out of bed. "What's the urgent news?"
There has been no news from Marquis Ding'an for half a month, and now he suddenly sends an urgent report in the middle of the night. Something big must have happened.
Wanruo was also awakened by the noise. She put on a cloak and hurriedly followed out.
Fu Xian presented the secret letter, and Xie Xianyu immediately opened it and took a look, his face instantly darkening.
"What's wrong?" Wanruo hurried out and asked.
He pinched the letter, his knuckles white, his eyes sinister, "Marquis Ding'an is dead."
Wan Ruo's pupils suddenly shrank and her face turned pale: "How could this happen... Could it be that the border has been lost?"
This is impossible. Beiliang is not strong now. Ding'an Hou led the 100,000 brave Meng family soldiers and has been guarding the border for 20 years. Even when Beiliang was strong, they were able to take on the responsibility. How could they not be able to resist at this time?
"Nothing happened at the border," he said, his eyes gradually becoming colder, "It's an insider."
He quickly put the letter away and said, "You take a rest first. I need to go to the palace."
"Um."
He ruffled her hair and said, "Go to bed early. No need to wait for me."
Wanruo pursed her lips and nodded.
He dressed quickly, strode out the door, and soon disappeared into the night.
Wanruo looked at the dark night outside and felt uneasy, fearing that something was going to happen.
Wanruo didn't sleep the whole night.
Xie Xianyu didn't sleep the entire day after entering the palace.
Wanruo was worried, so she went to the Ding'an Marquis Mansion. When the carriage arrived at the gate of the mansion, she saw a white banner hanging above the door.
"Mrs. Xie is here, please come in." The maid hurriedly welcomed her in.
The Marquis's Mansion was in chaos, with servants and maids all scrambling to hang white banners and set up the mourning hall.
"Where is your prince's wife?"
"Inside."
Wanruo pushed the door open and saw Xiuzhu crying and looking helpless. Seeing Wanruo coming, she hurriedly came over and said, "Wanruo."
"When did the Marquis' Mansion know about the Ding'an Marquis's affairs?"
"Early this morning, I don't know where the news came from, but it spread throughout the capital. My husband didn't believe it and rushed into the palace to inquire. Only then did he find out that it was true."
Xie Xiuzhu cried and shook her head: "My mother-in-law just heard the bad news and fainted. The house is in chaos. I don't know what to do."
Wan Ruo held her hand: "Don't worry, I'll help you watch it. Where's the prince?"
"He, he is in the ancestral hall."
Xie Xiuzhu took Wanruo out and came to the ancestral hall at the back. Several doors of the hall were wide open. Meng Huaichuan, dressed in linen mourning clothes, was kneeling alone inside with his back to them. His expression could not be seen, but his spine was exceptionally straight.
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