"My mind is made up, there's no need to say more. You just need to heal her as soon as possible, and you don't need to worry about anything else."
After saying that, he turned and walked away towards the door.
Just as he was about to step out the door, he suddenly stopped.
He said in a deep voice, "I will be returning to the palace for a while. If the princess wakes up and asks about the war in the Northwest, then you should tell her..."
He gritted his teeth, feeling a slight pang of reluctance, but ultimately said ruthlessly, "Tell me about King Qin, Xuanyuan Han, who has already died on the battlefield and there's nothing that can be done to save him."
The white-bearded old man was startled upon hearing this. He glanced back at the woman on the bed, as if he understood something, and then said worriedly, "Such a major matter, the Third Prince can keep it a secret for a while, but not forever. The King of Western Qin is famous throughout the world and has an extraordinary destiny. One day, the princess will surely know the truth. How will the Third Prince explain himself then? The Third Prince's actions are too risky. It would be better to turn back sooner rather than later."
The white-bearded old man could never truly understand the many cold stares and injustices Mei Zhixuan had suffered from childhood to adulthood, day after day, year after year, yet he still dared to try to persuade him once more.
"In my humble opinion, His Majesty's heart is not as devoid of opportunity as the Third Prince believes. Why should the Third Prince be so hasty and make unnecessary moves? Everyone knows that the Second Prince, Mei Zhihao, is a womanizer, utterly incompetent and immoral. The Empress alone cannot possibly influence His Majesty's decision regarding the Crown Prince..."
He had no idea that Mei Zhixuan would be willing to give up such a hard-won opportunity.
He never imagined that the only bloodline of his stepmother, whom he had been searching for for so many years, would be a descendant of the guardian of Western Qin who possessed the legendary mysterious power.
At first, he was skeptical about the mysterious power that was widely circulated on the Spirit Sky Continent.
However, just as he and Young Master Yi reunited in the Northern Kingdom and were on their way to find the whereabouts of Yi Shangyun, they first witnessed the appearance of an extremely shocking and fantastical phoenix phantom.
Out of curiosity, he secretly ordered his men to investigate.
Finally, unexpectedly, when a young man from the Northern Kingdom curiously looked out at night, he saw that the phoenix phantom appeared right above the tent where Yi Shangyun had stayed that night after waking up from his coma.
The scene was so familiar that he quickly recalled the teahouse owner at the street corner in front of the Yi Mansion in Xi Qin. The owner had spread the strange events that had happened in the Yi Mansion throughout the entire Xi Qin Kingdom and then gave him such a vivid account.
How could such identical strange phenomena appear in the world?
Yi Shangyun was definitely not an ordinary woman.
So, he secretly followed behind Young Master Yi, and before Young Master Yi could notice, he knocked him unconscious with a single palm strike, snatching the newly found Yi Shangyun from his hands. He then traveled day and night without stopping, bringing them to the easternmost coastal border of Dongning Kingdom.
Sure enough, the phoenix mark on Yi Shangyun's body was finally verified by the girl in green on Youlan Island.
All of this is truly a case of "searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly!"
At that moment, he even felt that he was the luckiest person in the world, which was why he was so fortunate to have the support of such a powerful force.
Now that he clearly has a trump card that guarantees victory, and he is completely confident, who would be willing to take the risk and gamble with fate?
If he loses, and one day that mother and son in the palace really get that position, then he—no, right now he still has a newborn son, and she…
At that point, they certainly won't even give their family of three a sliver of hope to live.
With this thought in mind, he clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and became even more determined to carry out his next plan and actions.
The old man's voice still rang in his ears, but he was already extremely impatient with the earnest advice and suddenly interrupted him with a stern voice.
He roared at him, "Stop talking! Even if the King of Western Qin is powerful, I will definitely find a way to deal with him. He actually survived the Northwest War and even defeated the useless brothers of the Northern Lie Tuoba. However, I will keep him here for a few more days and settle accounts with him then."
As he spoke, his gaze grew increasingly cold and sharp: "No one can stop me from doing what I've decided to do. I believe that soon, news of the death of the Spirit Void War God, the King of Western Qin, will spread throughout the entire Spirit Void Continent. This world will ultimately belong to me, and no one can take it away!"
After saying that, his face suddenly became somewhat ferocious, and he laughed loudly, "Hahaha, hahahahaha..."
At the same time, he silently vowed in his heart: "Prince Qin, Xuanyuan Han, you just wait."
After saying that, he lifted the hem of his robe, took a big step, and stepped out the door without looking back, leaving on his own.
The white-bearded old man stared in disbelief at the departing figure, stunned for a long while by the person who had suddenly become so unfamiliar. He then shook his head repeatedly and sighed, "Stubborn to the end, risking disaster, his fate is destined to be... an endless sea of suffering..."
The journey from the Blue Island by the sea back to the palace wasn't very long, but it took Mei Zhixuan and his guard a very long time to travel on horseback, starting in the middle of the night.
As lunchtime on the second day had passed, the two of them finally got closer and closer to the palace gate.
It wasn't until he heard the hustle and bustle of traffic and people all around him that Mei Zhixuan, who was preoccupied with his own thoughts, gradually woke up from his deep contemplation.
"Whoa..."
Suddenly, Mei Zhixuan reined in his horse and slowly stopped. He looked up, seemingly more intently than ever before, at the majestic and familiar city gate that he had known since childhood, which now seemed to have gained even more majesty. He remained motionless.
Upon seeing this, the guards behind him hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Your Highness, is there anything you need?"
Mei Zhixuan did not answer him. He remained staring intently for a while, then finally exhaled a breath of stale air before ordering, "Let's go!"
The two then rode into the city one after the other. Mei Zhixuan asked in a deep voice, "How are the preparations going?"
The guard following closely behind replied earnestly, "Everything is proceeding smoothly and efficiently, Your Highness, please rest assured!"
After a pause, Mei Zhixuan cautiously added, "This operation must succeed; failure is not an option. If it fails, it won't just be me who loses my life. Countless soldiers, and even my own..."
Having said that, they seemed afraid to think any further.
Now, after years of secret preparation, he is ready to act.
He can never turn back.
Xuanyuan Yue and his newborn son, Hai'er, were the only exception in all his perfect and meticulous plans.
Now, he can't remember how he allowed her into his heart.
He named their child "Mei Hai," which means "the sea embraces all rivers, and its capacity is great."
What a wonderful blessing, the best gift he has ever received in his life.
He thought about many things along the way...
Between him and Xuanyuan Yue, from the beginning to the present, the two have gone from strangers to acquaintances, from far to near, but then it seems that they have gradually become strangers again, and the distance between them has slowly returned to its original distance.
How many men and women in this world are like them? As time slowly passes, they become increasingly unable to understand each other.
Do they still truly trust each other? Did they ever truly love each other? He didn't know; he didn't know if he could truly trust her.
No matter what he does, she will always stand firmly by his side, no matter what the future holds!
If all his plans go smoothly and as he wishes, he will get everything he wants, even the entire Lingkong Continent.
At that time, she will face a multitude of choices: loyalty to her country, family, and her son. There will be so many difficult decisions to make, so many things she will find hard to let go of. How will she cope with this situation?
Upon realizing this, he suddenly felt extremely confused, as if his heart, like the bustling city he was in, was once again in turmoil.
Not far ahead, in a quiet courtyard of the Dongning Imperial Palace.
The owner's heart is filled with pastoral poetry; a courtyard, a house, a flower, a tree—returning to nature, quiet and unassuming.
A west wind blew overnight, and gold covered the ground. The withered leaves on the branches, like yellow butterflies in late spring, were a perfect embellishment.
Wild geese fly south, autumn's beauty is everywhere, and all the splendor of life is but a dream. In the eyes of autumn, an enduring dream is etched.
A north wind suddenly rises.
Red leaves in the courtyard and ginkgo leaves in the yard flutter about from time to time, looking like the shadows of birds that fly past the study window during the day; at night, they patter against the eaves, making one think of the pattering rain.
Late autumn is the time for rendezvous after dusk, the autumn in the hearts of those parting. It is the autumn moon over the Han Palace, the plain-clad woman turning back with a smile, a breathtakingly beautiful and serene painting.
In this still scene, the appearance of a young palace maid suddenly broke the tranquility of the entire courtyard.
She lifted her skirt with both hands and hurried in from outside the door, rushing along the corridor to the study. Once inside, she approached Xuan Yuan Yue and happily reported, "Your Highness, the Third Prince has returned!"
However, Xuan Yuan Yue, who was concentrating on practicing calligraphy inside the room, did not show the kind of joy that the little palace maid expected.
But he couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, and the pen he had been holding steadily, which had been flowing like clouds and water, paused slightly on the paper.
Then, he calmly continued to write the remaining few characters carefully before putting down his pen. He picked up the completed characters from the desk, blew on them gently, and softly recited: "Last night, in a dream, I suddenly returned home. By the small window, she was dressing her hair. We met without a word, only tears streaming down our faces."
The words had barely left her lips when a rather familiar voice reached her ears…
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