Chapter 444, Expectation

The flying pigeons were raised by Jinshan Temple. They were very fast and could fly from Nanmei to the Ninth Prince's Mansion in the capital of Daxia in less than three days.

Xia Siheng opened the secret letter, glanced at the contents, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Nanmei, is the world going to change?

"Daddy, did Sister Zhong send a message back from Nanmei?"

Xia Wanwan tugged at his clothes, her chubby little face pressed against his legs.

Xia Siheng squatted down, picked up the little guy, and sat down at the desk.

"You said, Princess Yuli is in Nanmei?" Xia Siheng took a piece of cake to the little kid and took a sip of tea.

His daughter had figured out the situation in Nanmei and told him that Zhong Youyan was in Nanmei.

"Yeah, Sister Zhong said that men and women are equal in Nanmei, so she wanted to do business there and see what a truly equal world is like."

Wanwan opened her little mouth, took a bite of the pastry, and then chewed it.

"Nanmei has advocated gender equality since its founding. Their two founding ancestors were the eldest princess's grandfather and grandmother. At that time, her grandfather and grandmother were emperors together. They believed that there was no distinction between the two genders in the world, so they allowed women to take imperial examinations and enter official careers, and also allowed women to participate in politics and fight in wars a hundred years ago."

Xia Siheng told the young man what he knew, and then asked in confusion, "But by the generation of the eldest princess of Nanmei, her father seemed to be a little afraid of women, so he passed the throne to the current King of Nanmei, the eldest princess's younger brother, and they manage the government together." "

Previously, the King of Nanmei attacked the eldest princess twice in Daxia. When the eldest princess returned to Nanmei this time, she was forced by her brother to massacre the city and sacrifice to the devil."

"The princess didn't want to do it, and then she sought help from Ashu and came to us for cooperation."

After listening to this, Xia Wanwan's little head was a little confused, "Oh, I see, then this King Nanmei is too incompetent, he didn't go to massacre the city himself, but let others do it."

If the princess did something that offended the people, could she still live?

If it were her, she would directly rebel and become the empress herself.

"So, the princess wants to rebel now!" Xia Siheng said.

Xia Wanwan: Ah?

[Are you serious? ]

"If she rebelled, wouldn't the demon god not cooperate with Nanmei?" Xia Wanwan asked. Xia

Siheng pondered, "Maybe, but she promised that as long as the Tuoba family's country and people can be preserved, she is willing to be loyal to Daxia."

"What do you think, Daddy, do you want to cooperate with her?" Xia Wanwan asked with her head tilted.

"This matter needs to be discussed with the Queen Mother and my brother in the palace. I cannot make a decision at will. By the way, baby, did you come to the study room specifically to find daddy?"

Xia Siheng glanced outside and did not find anyone else.

It seemed that the little guy wanted to tell him something.

Xia Wanwan put her thumb in her mouth, and then Xia Siheng took it out again, "You have to get rid of the habit of sucking your fingers."

Xia Wanwan pouted and snorted,

"It's like this. When we came out of Phoenix Mountain a few days ago, Duke Yan promised Sister Yan that he would visit her. Now Duke Yan is in jail, and no one goes to visit Sister Yan. Sister Yan must be sad."

After Wanwan finished speaking, she sighed in a childish voice.

She could imagine that Sister Yan regarded this as the last time the father and daughter would meet, and she couldn't even fulfill such a simple wish.

Sister Yan was so pitiful.

Xia Siheng frowned, feeling embarrassed, "Now those imprisoned in the prison are all family members of Duke Yan's mansion. If Duke Yan is taken away by us, it will definitely arouse suspicion from the people of Donglin."

"What about Sister Yan?" the young man asked eagerly.

"If our plan goes smoothly, Yan Xiurong doesn't have to die. They will not be impatient to reunite as father and daughter for a long time."

Xia Siheng rubbed the young man's head, his eyes full of tenderness.

Didn't he wait for them, mother and daughter, for a long time?

As long as things go well next month, everything will be fine.

"Yes, Sister Yan will not die." Xia Wanwan nodded vigorously. She had calculated that Yan Xiurong still had a long life ahead of her.

In the courtyard of Phoenix Mountain.

Yan Xiurong was busy in the small kitchen in her courtyard early in the morning.

Today was the day that Daddy promised to come and see her, so she secretly went into the mountains last night to pick a lot of mushrooms and hunted a few pheasants, which was considered a good harvest.

However, her cooking skills were not very good. Looking at the lively pheasant, she directly shot out an embroidery needle and killed the pheasant.

But she couldn't pull the hair off no matter how hard she tried. She was a little violent and pulled the pheasant's skin and flesh apart, which looked very ugly.

She was in a dilemma.

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Qianhui came to the gate of the courtyard with a handkerchief in his hand.

This was the embroidery that Qi Bo stuffed into his mouth on the day he tied him up.

Later, Taoist Qianyun untied him, and he pulled off the handkerchief and put it in his arms. As a result, too many things happened that day and he forgot about it.

He came this time to return the handkerchief to Miss Yan.

But as soon as he entered the gate of the courtyard, he saw chicken feathers all over the floor, and Yan Xiurong, who was sitting on the steps, looking at the dead pheasant with bald pieces on the left and right, with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Did you fight with the pheasant?" Xia Qianhui came closer, his eyes were quite shocked.

Miss Yan, it seems that she won.

She is a weak woman, but she managed to catch such an agile and flying pheasant. The pheasant seemed to be dead

. She must be exhausted.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince?" Yan Xiurong looked up when she heard the voice, and saw Xia Qianhui standing there with a look of shock.

She stood up and was about to salute, but Xia Qianhui raised his hand to stop her. "There are many spies in Phoenix Mountain. There is no need to address me like that. Just call me by my real name from now on. You are..."

Yan Xiurong replied, "My father is coming today, and I caught a pheasant and mushrooms to prepare some delicious food for him. But the feathers of this pheasant are really hard to pluck. Once plucked, it will ruin the skin and look really ugly."

Having said that, she looked at the dead chicken on the ground with an embarrassed look.

Xia Qianhui stepped forward to take a look and couldn't help laughing, "Miss Yan, this is not how you pluck the feathers of a chicken. You have to boil it with boiling water first before it is easy to pluck the feathers. If you pluck it this way, the chicken will be in pain."

Yan Xiurong suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. I'll go boil some water now."

While she was boiling, she saw Xia Qianhui still standing there, with a tangled face, as if she didn't know how to start the conversation.

After she started the fire, she stood up and asked, "Your Highness, are you here for something?"

Xia Qianhui quickly grabbed the handkerchief in his hand, not knowing how to start the conversation, "This, this."

He raised his eyes and met the girl's puzzled gaze.

She had a beautiful face and jade-like skin, but the tip of her eyebrows was stained with pheasant hair.

He didn't know why, but he raised his hand holding the handkerchief, intending to return it to her.

However, he didn't expect that his hand would be raised involuntarily and wipe the lint from the girl's eyebrows.