Chapter 114 Nightmare
The dust was flying outside the window, but it could not cover the silver armor on the soldiers and the weapons in their hands.
They went there to defend their country, with passion in their hearts and a determination to win on their faces.
Meeting Song Yanxi's bright eyes, Mo Jinchuan suddenly recalled his first expedition that year, when he was even more excited than her.
Not until her hands holding up the curtain felt sore did Song Yanxi reluctantly let go of them and looked away.
When she turned her head, she met a pair of dark and deep eyes, which were filled with complex emotions that she could not understand.
Their eyes met, and they were speechless for a moment.
Song Yanxi pursed her lips slightly, breaking the slightly strange atmosphere between the two of them and said bluntly, "This is the first time Prince An and I have met today."
Mo Jinchuan came back to his senses, his eyes slightly surprised.
Realizing that Song Yanxi was expressing her loyalty to him, he frowned, "Could it be that in Miss Song's eyes, I am such a narrow-minded person?"
Song Yanxi knew she was in the wrong and apologized, "I was judging you by my own standards. Your Highness, please don't blame me."
She hesitated for a moment and added, "Prince An's behavior today seems to indicate that he and I have known each other for a long time, which is bound to cause misunderstanding."
Mo Jinchuan's eyes darkened, "Second brother is just like that, very outgoing and friendly, he can talk to anyone."
Song Yanxi nodded and said perfunctorily, "I see. It seems I misunderstood His Royal Highness Prince An."
She made it clear that she didn't believe this statement.
Including the newborn prince, the emperor has a total of nine sons, but only six are still alive today, and five of them remain in the capital.
The empress dowager had no children, and Emperor Xuande's eldest son died in the war that year. There was neither an eldest son nor a legitimate heir, so the position of crown prince, including the newly born ninth prince, could be passed to any of the five brothers.
Before Mo Jinchuan's legs were injured, he was the most vocal in favor of establishing a crown prince.
After that, it was Prince Ning, born to the imperial concubine. During a spring hunt, he blocked an assassin's arrow for Emperor Xuande, injuring his heart and had been recuperating in the palace ever since.
Regarding the issue of appointing a crown prince, the officials in the court were roughly divided into three factions.
Except for the neutral faction headed by the Left Prime Minister, the rest of the court officials who supported Mo Jinchuan and Prince Ning were divided into two factions. They competed secretly in the court every day, waiting for the day when the people they supported would recover from their injuries.
However, compared to Mo Jinchuan, who had a leg injury and could not walk well, the ministers were more optimistic about Prince Ning, who saved Emperor Xuande's life.
After all, the future monarch of Da'an can be weak, but he cannot be disabled. Otherwise, how can he deter the countries that are eyeing them covetously?
Song Yanxi knew very little about the rumors about Prince An.
But there was one thing she was sure of.
If he was really as simple as he appeared, it would be impossible for him to persuade two forces to recommend him as the crown prince in just a few months.
Even if the Right Prime Minister saw that his grandson had no chance of becoming emperor, the Left Prime Minister would never agree.
Especially since he had just returned to Beijing after investigating corruption. There were complicated factions among officials, and he didn't know how many people he had offended unknowingly.
But Song Yanxi had no idea what exactly happened.
I almost didn't sleep last night. The carriage was shaking all the way, making my eyelids heavy and I wanted to have a good sleep.
But if you sleep sitting like this, what if there is a bump or something, won’t you fly out?
Seeing Song Yanxi's embarrassment, Mo Jinchuan smiled lightly and said, "Miss Song, if you feel sleepy, you can put down the backrest. There is a clean blanket under the seat."
After hearing his reminder, Song Yanxi realized that there was something mysterious about the position where she was sitting.
But it would be too embarrassing to let her lie down and sleep in front of him.
Before Song Yanxi could open her mouth to refuse, Mo Jinchuan took out a three-finger-wide strip of cloth from his sleeve and covered his eyes with it.
"Your Highness, you..." Song Yanxi was shocked by his actions and didn't react to stop him.
Mo Jinchuan interrupted her calmly, "Miss Song, there's no need to say more. I'll have to trouble you to keep watch later when I go to sleep."
"That's natural." Song Yanxi still understood the differences between men and women.
The journey would take at least half a month, and even if she had a body of iron, she would not be able to sit until the end.
Besides, His Royal Highness Prince Renjin has already been blinded, so it would be inappropriate for her to be hypocritical again.
Although the carriage was shaking, it was stable. After Song Yanxi lay down, she quickly fell asleep.
In the dream, her grandparents somehow found out about her rebirth and were furious. They punished her by making her kneel in the Yan family's ancestral hall and think carefully about where she had gone wrong.
Her intuition told her that this must be a dream.
Because her grandparents loved her so much, even if they really knew something, they would definitely blame her for not telling them in advance. How could they be willing to punish her?
But the scene changed, and Song Yanxi saw blood all over his eyes.
Just like the situation in the previous life when the Yan family was exterminated, there were large patches of dark red bloodstains everywhere on the courtyard walls and bluestone slabs.
She rushed into the blood-filled yard like a madman, trying to find her relatives.
But apart from the blood all over the ground, there was not even a corpse.
"Xier!" A sharp voice suddenly appeared behind her.
Song Yanxi turned around hurriedly and met a pair of eyes filled with tears of blood and unwillingness.
The owner of those eyes had a face covered in knife marks, with skin torn and flesh exposed, making it impossible to tell whose face it was.
“No…no!”
Song Yanxi sat up suddenly, her back already soaked with cold sweat.
Hearing her exclamation, Mo Jinchuan said "I'm sorry" and quickly pulled off the cloth from his eyes.
Looking at her pale face, he subconsciously leaned forward and reached out to gently touch her forehead.
“It’s so hot!”
Mo Jinchuan immediately frowned, opened the curtain, and instructed An Yi who was following on horseback: "Find a place with water and spend the night there."
Song Yanxi came back to her senses and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Your Highness, I'm fine. Don't delay the march."
Mo Jinchuan's voice suddenly sank, and he refused to give in: "Even if you don't need to rest, the soldiers also need to rest."
After hearing him say this, Song Yanxi noticed that it was almost dark.
She actually slept for a whole day?
But she clearly just had a short dream.
Thinking of the red all over, Song Yanxi felt her body go limp. She raised her hand and touched her forehead, which was surprisingly hot.
Knowing that Mo Jinchuan was doing this for her own good, Song Yanxi said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for what happened today, Your Highness."
Mo Jinchuan's expression was cold, and he said firmly, "You don't need to thank me."
As if he felt his tone was too harsh, he added with a cold face: "Since you came here with me, I will naturally bring you back safely."
Song Yanxi lowered her eyes and said obediently, "Your Highness is right."
His Royal Highness Prince Jin sat with his eyes blindfolded for as long as she slept, so it was normal for him to have a bad temper.
Seeing her looking like a bullied woman, Mo Jinchuan frowned even more tightly.
He asked coldly, "Have you always been so good-tempered, letting others bully you?"
Song Yanxi was dizzy from the fever. She looked up when she heard the words, but for a moment she didn't react to what he meant.
But in Mo Jinchuan's view, the redness in the corners of her eyes and her innocent look were the answer.
He gritted his teeth and cursed, "You're just like a piece of dough. No wonder you're being bullied like this!"
Although Song Yanxi's reaction was a little slow, she understood what he meant and couldn't help asking, "Your Highness, do you have any misunderstandings about me?"
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