Chapter 865: With such armaments, why should Da'an worry about its demise?
"Girl!" Zhuzhi hurried in, looked around, and her eyes turned red the moment her sight fell on Song Yanxi.
She opened her mouth, her voice choked with sobs, "The prince..."
Song Yanxi paused as she gripped the pestle. "What's wrong, my Lord?"
Chang Jiu hurriedly said, "Your Highness is a lucky man, nothing will happen to him."
Hearing this, Zhuzhi's tears began to fall, and she trembled and said, "Miss, the prince is missing."
"Bang!" Song Yanxi's heart sank, and the pestle in her hand slammed heavily to the ground.
She stared at Zhuzhi intently and shouted coldly, "Stop crying and talk properly."
Zhuzhi quickly wiped away her tears, "Someone just came from the palace and said that a flood broke through the dike west of the city, and the two princes were nearby and accidentally fell into the river.
The people accompanying him immediately jumped into the river to search for him. After searching for nearly two hours, they only managed to rescue His Royal Highness Prince Xuan.
Hearing this, Song Yanxi felt her vision go dark.
She held onto the edge of the table with both hands, trying to keep herself steady.
No, that won’t happen. The prince is a man of great fortune and destiny.
Back then in the border town, so many ambushes by the Liang army did not take his life, let alone just a small river?
Song Yanxi looked at Zhuzhi, whose eyes were swollen from crying, and asked coldly, "Where's An Yi?"
The master and servant have always been inseparable. If one of them disappears, the other will probably...
Zhuzhi's eyes were red as she shook her head, "Miss, no one in the palace mentioned the Dark Commander."
An Yi is Mo Jinchuan's personal bodyguard and has appeared in front of His Majesty several times. How could they not mention it?
Song Yanxi's face suddenly turned cold and she strode out.
Zhuzhi hurriedly followed and stopped her, saying, "Young lady, don't go. The people from the palace have already left."
Song Yanxi continued walking and asked in a cold voice, "Which eunuch came to the palace? Do you recognize him?"
Zhuzhi paused, thought carefully and said, "Miss, that eunuch looks very unfamiliar to me. I have probably never seen him before."
Song Yanxi said without turning her head: "Don't say "yes", give me a definite answer."
"No... I haven't seen it!" Zhuzhi made the decision after a slight hesitation.
She didn't think she was a smart person, but after all, she had been with the girl for so many years, so it was not difficult for her to understand why she asked this question.
This concerns the prince's safety. Even though she can't help much, she must not hold the girl back.
Zhuzhi trotted a few steps, held the oil-paper umbrella over Song Yanxi's head to block the slanting rain, and said quickly: "Miss, when someone came from the palace just now, the third master happened to come back to get something.
Now, apart from the servants, only the Third Master knows that the prince is in danger."
Song Yanxi responded softly and ordered with a sullen face, "Go find my uncle now and ask him to call all the escorts from our escort agency to come to your house on the pretext of reinforcing the roof.
Before I come back, my family members will not go out unless necessary.
If the rain intensifies and disaster relief is needed, my uncle and A-Bo will come forward, and the women and children will all stay in the backyard."
Zhuzhi's face turned pale when she heard this, and she quickly asked, "What about you, girl?"
Song Yanxi took the umbrella from her hand, her eyes firm, "I'll go pick up the prince."
Listening to the rumbling thunder outside, she coldly warned, "No visitors will be received in the mansion until the prince and I return.
If necessary, lock the front and back doors to prevent anyone from getting in."
Zhuzhi nodded hurriedly, "Don't worry, young lady. I will definitely guard the house and wait for you and the prince to return safely."
She thought of something and said quickly, "Wait a moment, young lady. I'll go get your medicine box."
"No need." Song Yanxi touched the bag on her waist, turned around and strode away.
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"Xier, what are you doing?"
Knowing his niece's temper, Yan Changkun didn't go anywhere after hearing the news and waited at the door.
Seeing that Song Yanxi was only carrying a small shoulder bag, he thought that she was so worried that she forgot her own medicine box in a hurry.
Meeting his concerned eyes, Song Yanxi explained, "I've packed everything I need into my bag, so don't worry, little uncle."
Yan Changkun nodded, raised his hand and patted her shoulder, saying: "Don't panic, even the King of Hell would not be willing to accept a killer like the prince who came down from the battlefield."
Listening to his consolation, which was not really a comfort, Song Yanxi was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
She met Yan Changkun's worried eyes and said firmly, "Don't worry, little uncle. I will definitely bring the prince back safely."
Yan Changkun nodded and said meaningfully: "Not only the prince, you also have to come back unharmed.
If there is even a hair missing, our Yan family will not recognize this son-in-law."
It was clearly an urgent matter, but after Yan Changkun said this, the tense atmosphere instantly relaxed a lot.
Song Yanxi smiled at him, "Don't worry, uncle, we will definitely come back safe and sound."
When she turned around, the forced smile on her face disappeared in an instant.
Last night's dream kept appearing in front of her eyes.
In the dream, the emaciated Mo Jinchuan was sitting in a wheelchair, and he was in a battlefield full of corpses and blood.
Song Yanxi could not see any anger on his indifferent face.
It was as if the person sitting in the wheelchair was not a living person, but a body with the soul drained away.
Not far from him, the Liang army came to support on tall war horses, shouting slogans of killing the god of war.
Even though she knew that everything in front of her was a dream, Song Yanxi still panicked.
She rushed to Mo Jinchuan and wanted to push him away, but a pair of hands went straight through his body.
He couldn't see her, let alone hear her voice.
Just sitting there motionless, waiting for death.
For a moment, his lifeless eyes met Song Yanxi's anxious gaze, and as if he saw her, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
She heard him say, "You heartless woman, you finally came back to look at me."
Song Yanxi in the dream suddenly burst into tears.
I just wanted to tell her that the heartless woman he was talking about was her.
She wanted to tell him that she didn't have it, and the reason she chose to hide it from him was that she hadn't figured out how to tell him.
She was afraid that he wouldn't believe such bizarre things, and she was even more afraid that if she told him about it, it would scare him.
Even though she knew he couldn't hear her, she still shouted at him to leave quickly, saying that the people of Da'an couldn't live without him.
Until she heard him say, "It's all over."
"How can it end? As long as people are still alive..."
Seeing the corpse at Mo Jinchuan's feet, Song Yanxi stopped talking.
The always serious An Yi, the young Qiu Zongping who should have a bright future, and the cold-faced but warm-hearted An San...
Those once vivid faces have now turned into a pile of broken limbs.
Until the last moment before his death, they stayed by Mo Jinchuan's side and guarded him.
As a general, with difficulty walking, he could have stayed safely in the rear. How could he appear on the battlefield?
Song Yanxi wanted to ask why, but the broken swords and spears on the ground, as well as the thin armor on the soldiers that was supposed to protect them from swords but was easily cut, gave her the answer.
With such armaments, why should Da'an worry about its own destruction?
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