Chapter 10 The Third Prince's Thigh Pendant
The brothers felt heartbroken when they saw this. Moreover, if it weren't for He Zhaojun, they would have already become the dead souls under the sword of Prince Yong.
"Father, please don't blame Zhaojun. We are willing to take the punishment for our little sister!"
He Yong sighed, reached out to help his daughter up, wiped her tears with his sleeve, and kicked a few boys on the buttocks: "I'm not so confused as to not know right from wrong, so why would I punish my precious daughter?"
He took He Zhaojun's hand and said, "Father, I want to see who dares to speak ill of you. I am the daughter of a cavalry general, so what if I command five thousand troops? Anyone who dares to talk against me will be dragged out and beaten with a military stick."
He Zhaojun was about to say something when a scout came to report outside the tent, asking the He father and son to set out as soon as possible to wipe out the remnants. She only had time to remind her father and brother to be careful on the road, and could only watch them put on their armor and go into battle again without taking it off.
He Zhaojun sighed, picked up the torn clothes from the side and started to mend them. However, her workmanship was really mediocre, and the mending was barely passable, but it was not beautiful at all.
"You little girl, why don't you stay in the courtyard and live a peaceful life? Instead, you run off to the military tent and ask for trouble." Wen Ziduan looked at her stitches with disdain. They weren't as good as his own. "Is it because you don't know how to do housework that your future lady-in-law dislikes you?"
He Zhaojun also took a look and thought it was not as bad as she said. She couldn't help pouting: "Sister Duanduan, it would be so convenient if we could just put the cloth on and sew it ourselves." She missed the modern high-tech sewing machines very much.
But at this moment, the needle tip pricked her hand again. The pain made He Zhaojun gasp for air, and she looked at Wen Ziduan beside her with her eyes wide open, as if asking for help.
Wen Ziduan resigned herself to taking her embroidery frame and mending her outer robe stitch by stitch: "Why, I heard you got into a big trouble?" He was referring to what he had heard outside the tent just now, that she had secretly mobilized her troops.
"You know, this is a capital crime. Even if His Majesty is merciful and doesn't kill you, your reputation in the capital won't improve, and it will be even harder for you to find a good husband."
He Zhaojun held Wen Ziduan's hand and said, "Sister Duanduan, does being a girl mean I have to marry? I've been away on the expedition with my father and brothers, enjoying a carefree life. After all, I can't marry the one I love. It would be better for me to be with those handsome men, not as companions but as confidants. Living alone, I can come and go as fast as the wind. Wouldn't that be more joyful?"
In such a patriarchal ancient world, with turmoil, brutal wars, and mountains of blood and gore, He Zhaojun, accustomed to modern life, had never imagined marrying and having children in ancient times. She only wanted to observe the heroes and heroes of this chaotic world from the perspective of an outsider, and the vicissitudes of life.
Wen Ziduan pulled his hand away from the pair of hands covered in minor injuries, but he was very surprised. In this world, there were girls who, like him, did not want to be bound by marriage and were free and unrestrained.
"Look at the generals of the He family. They are strong but not sharp enough. The situation in the court changes rapidly. If one son makes a mistake, a century-old family will be overturned. Not to mention the He family who are born of military generals. Do you really not care about your family?" Wen Ziduan was a little puzzled by what she mentioned about being alone and having no ties.
What's more, with He Zhaojun's eyes, she couldn't even tell the difference between a man and a woman, and yet she still talked about being a confidant? Wen Ziduan shook his head quickly. He finally understood what Ling Buyi meant when he said "This person is a little smart, but not much."
He Zhaojun sighed and muttered softly, "Yeah, I still have to cling to the Third Prince's thighs."
Seeing Wen Ziduan's face filled with shock, He Zhaojun realized she had spoken out of turn and quickly waved her hand to explain, "Sister Duanduan, I meant this is just my opinion, and has nothing to do with my father and brother's political views. They never discussed officialdom with me, and my father is particularly tired of factional strife and forbids my brothers from approaching any members of the imperial family."
Wen Ziduan was shocked and a little embarrassed.
The He family is loyal, so he naturally trusts them and will not let a loyal minister be wronged because of the words of a little girl, but what did she mean?
Hug, hold tight, the Third Prince?
hold me?
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