Chapter 577 He is old and can’t wait any longer
On the second day after Emperor Xuan Jing's wedding, Changjing began to feel restless early in the morning.
The South City Posthouse was filled with shouting and cursing, attracting the surrounding people to gather at the door to watch the fun, making it impossible to get through.
The Nansang envoys were beaten in the middle of the night.
Not only was he beaten up, but he was also put into a sack and thrown into the stable behind the post station, where he slept on horse manure all night.
They woke up from a coma with bruised faces and noses.
What’s even more hateful is that we have no idea who did it.
There was a big commotion in the post station. The envoys from various countries blamed each other and said that they had slept soundly at night, did not do anything, and did not hear anything.
There was some sarcastic sarcasm, probably because Nan Sang had done too many bad things and was possessed by a ghost in the middle of the night.
The Nansang envoys were outnumbered and had to accept the loss. Knowing that they would gain no benefit if they stayed any longer, they cursed at the post station and immediately set off to return to Nansang.
Tianbao and his group had a good night's sleep in the teahouse. When they woke up, the good things at the inn had ended. They missed the excitement and could only listen to some gossip.
After lunch, the group boarded the ship back to the place of exile.
He didn't say goodbye to Wei Li in person, but just sent someone to deliver a letter to inform him.
When Wei Li received the letter, he was in Luanfeng Palace and had just finished lunch with the queen.
"Your Majesty, if we rush to the dock outside the city now, maybe we can still make it." Gan Cairou reminded softly.
The emperor, who had a normal expression while eating, showed a visibly lost look on his face after reading the farewell letter.
She could make the emperor reveal his true emotions, and the people in exile meant more to him than she thought.
Wei Li folded the letter and put the small jade medicine bottle that came with it into his sleeve. He smiled and said, "No need. We'll meet again in the future. If I go now, I'll just be laughed at. My senior brothers and sisters won't give me face."
His words sounded half-true and half-false, like a joke.
"That medicine bottle—"
"It's just an ordinary tonic."
The man didn't want to say much, so Gan Cairou didn't ask any more questions. She just tightened her fingertips, which felt a little cold.
Before she entered the palace, the old nanny of the Gan Mansion taught her to identify various types of medicines for a period of time to prevent her from being plotted against after entering the palace.
She smelled the faint medicinal fragrance that came from the jade bottle just now, which had the unique scent of musk.
The emperor doesn't want her to... get pregnant.
She lowered her head and smiled bitterly. If the emperor doesn't want to, then just do as he says.
It's okay.
After calming herself down, she took a deep breath and opened her white palm to the man opposite her. "Your Majesty, please give me the medicine. I will take it right away."
She asked him frankly so that he wouldn't have to figure out how to coax her into taking the medicine.
Wei Li stood up and dressed, preparing to go to the imperial study to work. He was stunned when he heard this, "What medicine are you taking?"
"I know you just hid the contraceptive drug, I can take it myself. Your Majesty, I am here with you, and I ask nothing else but that we can treat each other with respect, without any secrets or suspicions. No matter what, I will always remember my duty and responsibility and take good care of the harem for Your Majesty—"
Wei Li was silent for a while, then waved his hand to dismiss the eunuchs and palace maids who were waiting beside him.
After the hall was cleared, he took the jade bottle from his sleeve and showed it to the woman openly, saying helplessly, "This is indeed a contraceptive pill, but it's not for you. I took it. Since you want me to be frank, I won't hide it from you. This medicine is not prepared for you. It's just that I don't like the royal family to spread too widely. It's enough for the Queen to give birth to my children."
He put the medicine bottle back and stared at the speechless woman sitting across from him. Her expression made him laugh. "I've accumulated a lot of official business these days and I'm rushing to the Imperial Study to deal with it. Queen, maybe I should leave?"
Gan Cairou stood up mechanically, relying on the etiquette she had observed since childhood, and bowed respectfully, "Your Majesty, I respectfully bid you farewell."
"No need to see me off. Queen, what I just said must be kept secret." The man strode away.
After the steady footsteps disappeared, Gan Cairou fell back onto the chaise longue with a thud, her eyes wide open, her chest heaving violently, and a crimson color spreading from behind her ears, quickly dyeing her fair ears red.
…
At the end of April, new news reached Dai Viet.
More than 30 members of the Nansang envoys group died outside the northern border of Nansang, just five kilometers away from the Nansang border.
Dai Viet naturally caused another wave of controversy, with heated discussions everywhere.
Except for Dai Viet, the rest of the countries were calm.
Even Nan Sang didn't show any special reaction, as if the deaths of those people were insignificant.
But those with a keen sense of smell have already begun to smell the storm hidden behind the calm.
There seems to be a storm coming.
Nansang Palace.
In the imperial study, Yan Changkong and the retired emperor sat opposite each other.
The old man's aura grew increasingly violent, his eyes filled with an inexorable coldness. "The various nations and the Land of Exile have united as one, relying on Bai Yu's ability to restrain them. Now they are treating Nan Sang like a joke, trampling and humiliating her at will. We can't wait any longer, let's take action."
Yan Changkong pursed his lips tightly, "Grandfather, we are not sure of winning."
"Then let's fight to the death! If Bai Yu isn't eliminated, the unification plan will be shelved forever! Shelving is the least of our worries. The other countries have joined forces to suppress Nansang in various fields. If we take a step back, our national strength will be weakened!" Yan Zhongming's eyes flashed with a cold light. "If this situation doesn't change, one day, Nansang will be truly trampled under the feet of the other countries!"
One more thing.
He is old.
I can't wait any longer.
Once he is gone, with Kong'er's personality, he will never take another step forward without anyone putting pressure on him!
Nansang cannot stop here.
Fight to the death and win!
Yan Changkong looked at the old man in front of him who was already slightly mad, his fingers trembling. After a long time, he closed his eyes powerlessly and replied in a hoarse voice, "Everything will be according to the plan of Grandfather Emperor."
…
June is a hot summer.
The Great Vietnam-Sang border line.
Yuan family army camp.
"General! There's unusual activity in Nansang!" The deputy general rushed into the commander's tent, his eyes ablaze with excitement. "A large army is gathering across the border! Nansang remains relentless and is extending its tentacles again! All the soldiers of the Yuan army are on standby at all times, following your command, General!"
The gray-haired man sitting in the tent stood up. Even though he was nearly sixty years old, he was still vigorous, with bright eyes and an iron-blooded aura that was imposing.
"Why, are you so impatient to fight Nan Sang?" Duan Dao scolded with a smile.
The deputy general was full of pride. "Back then, the general specifically volunteered to lead the Yuan family army to station here, wasn't it just to keep an eye on the Nansang dogs? Unfortunately, after all these years, Nansang would rather fight other countries through the East China Sea than confront us! We have finally waited for this opportunity! The Yuan family army swears to defend the country to the death and kill the Nansang dogs!"
"Be careful not to be arrogant or impatient when marching and fighting," Broken Blade said in a steady voice, and stretched out his big hand, "Bring the border map! On the sand table!"
"Understood!"
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