Chapter 131 Departure
Lu Qianshan stood aside on horseback. As the commander-in-chief stationed in the southern border, his mission on this trip was to both lead the way and provide escort.
Chang An, who was standing beside him, stole a glance at Lu Qianshan, then looked at Xie Zhaohe in the hall. He saw that both of them had serious expressions on their faces, and even if their eyes accidentally met, they pretended nothing happened.
No one outside the Marquis of Xiaoyong's Mansion knew about the cold war between the two, but Chang An stayed by Lu Qianshan's side every day. It was hard for him not to know about the quarrel between the two masters that time.
Chang An approached Lu Qianshan and asked in a low voice, "Master, I don't know when you can return to Shangjing after you leave."
He glanced towards the hall and continued, "You...won't you say anything to Her Royal Highness the Princess?"
As a couple, they quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. There is no hurdle that cannot be overcome. Although Xie Zhaohe seems to not regard Lu Qianshan as her husband, after all, they have been married for many years, and it is impossible to say that there is no love at all. As long as Lu Qianshan is willing to bow his head and give in, Xie Zhaohe is not a tyrannical and unreasonable person, and she will definitely not embarrass him.
But Lu Qianshan doesn't think so.
He and Xie Zhaohe had known each other for so many years and had never quarreled over anything, but this time she had really gone too far. They were husband and wife, and should have been the closest people in the world, but she always kept him at a distance and even sent other women to her bed. Which man could stand that?
We have lived in harmony for many years, but I didn't expect that we would be angry with each other today.
Seeing that the time for departure was approaching, Lu Qianshan still didn't say a word. Chang An was about to open his mouth to remind him, but he saw Lu Qianshan suddenly turn his horse's head and walk in the opposite direction of Xie Zhaohe, saying: "Reorganize the army and set off!"
At the last moment, the morning bell rang, and Xie Zhaochu was escorted into the wedding sedan chair. All the court officials came to see her off. Pei Yuanzhong, with the students behind him, shouted loudly: "Your Highness, we respectfully send off Her Royal Highness Princess Mingyi! May the princess have a safe journey, and may she be blessed with long-lasting blessings and eternal spring sunshine—"
The ministers in the cabinet knelt, and Yang Zheng knelt behind Pei Guangzhong, but he didn't say a word. He stared at the retreating team in a trance. Xie Zhaochu didn't know what his future would be like, and neither did those in the cabinet.
He studied hard for many years, read countless poems and books, and won the top spot in the imperial examination when he was young. He could talk about the merits and demerits of other countries in books, but when he was in the situation himself, he faced infinite confusion.
The entire court, including civil and military officials, finally had to rely on a sixteen-year-old girl to calm the anger of the two countries. Isn't it ridiculous?
Perhaps Xie Zhaohe was right. Self-reliance was better than compromise at this moment. He had originally stood by Xie Zhaohe, but the teacher and everyone in the cabinet thought the Third Princess should go, so his choice seemed insignificant.
The wedding procession left the Hall of Supreme Harmony, passed through Suzaku Street, and headed straight to southern Xinjiang.
The Tian family escorted them to Suzaku Street and then dispersed, leaving only the accompanying troops to escort them. As the morning light began to break, the chill in the air barely pierced their nostrils. Ye Lanzhou stood in a corridor of Wanhe Tower, arms folded, looking down just enough to see the marriage procession bustling along Xuanwu Street.
The procession seemed to be several miles long, and Ye Lanzhou could not see the end of it. The bright red sedan chair and the boxes of dowry covered half the sky with red. It was clearly a happy event, but it was even more strange than the marriage between the Pei and Ye families that day.
The people who were escorting the bride had solemn expressions on their faces, and they didn't look happy at all.
Lu Qianshan, who was at the front of the team, had a tense expression on his face. He was wearing armor and sitting upright on his horse, like a towering mountain, which also matched his name - Qianshan.
He is the layers of mountains that stand between southern Xinjiang and the Central Plains.
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