It’s just that because of this past friendship, the Xuanyuan Palace is now occupied by a new owner and has a new look.
"These are all old matters. Your Majesty need not take them to heart."
Su Wei did not move, but just stretched out his hand to stroke the brushstrokes and oil paint on the wall.
"I think this painting residence is very nice, but it's not big enough to accommodate too many people. We need to distinguish who can be inside and who needs to be outside, so that we can avoid such regrettable things as just now. What do you think, uncle?"
Considering the filthy things Madam Bo had just done, there was nothing wrong with this suggestion. However, the man before him always spoke with deep meaning, and his actions were far-reaching.
As his thoughts flowed, a hint of worry appeared in King Xuanyuan's eyes, and his voice became a little hurried.
"Your Majesty, are you going to summon the descendants of the Mei family back to serve? General Mei is already old, and he only has two sons. Although these two gentlemen have high martial arts skills, they have not been involved in court affairs for many years..."
"In the eyes of the Emperor's uncle, am I so unsympathetic?" The Emperor interrupted him in a cold, ruthless voice. "After the fall of Bijiang, Tiancheng may not see war for several years, and the court will inevitably favor civil officials over military officials. However, the troops in each camp cannot be reduced in a single day. If rumors spread from now on that people are leaving and the tea is cold, how will the generals cope in the future? We were once united, but now we can be beheaded. Favoring one and neglecting the other will only breed dissension."
I heard in the past that the emperor had a plan to pacify the chaotic times and bring peace to the country. Only today did Xiao Nanhui get a glimpse of it.
The battle to recapture Bijiang took only a year, but it was preceded by years of preparation and followed by several more years of follow-up. This is how the current Tiancheng era of prosperity was forged.
Xiao Nanhui understood this principle, and King Xuanyuan naturally knew it even better.
"Your Majesty's kindness is deeply engraved in my heart. I will not disappoint the generals in the future." After saying this, Prince Xuanyuan glanced at the woman huddled in the corner and suddenly changed the subject. "Mr. Zong should still be in the ancestral hall. Your Majesty, perhaps you could go and have a chat with him."
The emperor raised his eyebrows slightly, a look of just the right amount of surprise on his face. "Hasn't Mr. Zong always been in Minzhou? When did you come to Quecheng?"
King Xuanyuan smiled without saying a word, raised his eyes to look at the emperor, and when their eyes met, they had their own thoughts in their minds.
The emperor was the first to withdraw his gaze, turned around and stepped into the painting house.
"This room is quiet and peaceful, and the evening breeze is just right. I'll take a breath of fresh air here after my uncle sees off the guests, and I'll leave soon."
"That's fine."
King Xuanyuan readily accepted the advice, as if he had just finished a casual chat and turned around to leave leisurely.
Shan Jiangfei had not been in the courtyard for a long time, and Xiao Nanhui only then realized that she was the only one left in the entire courtyard.
Does this mean that he doesn't take her seriously at all?
After standing there for a moment, feeling both amused and helpless, she followed him into the house. Recalling what the two had just said, she asked almost subconsciously.
"What happened to Su Pingchuan?"
The figure in front paused, then turned around with a frown on his face.
"You still care about him?"
For some reason, seeing that somewhat unhappy face, Xiao Nanhui suddenly felt shorter and was a little speechless: "I, I just heard His Majesty mention it just now, and that's why..."
"If you really care about him, stay away from him in the future."
Xiao Nanhui was stunned.
She had become accustomed to this man's roundabout and vague way of speaking, but now that he was being so direct, she felt uncomfortable and even a little aggrieved.
"Why? His stepmother is indeed difficult to deal with, but I believe I have a clear conscience..."
"The problem isn't with you, it's with him. He doesn't have the ability to fully commit to what he wants to do right now, and he was born into a royal family. The closer you are to him, the more dangerous you are. Don't forget what you just saw. If you drink that wine, you'll end up in the same situation as Madam Bo."
As soon as these words were spoken, the scene he had just witnessed flooded into Xiao Nanhui's mind. Although he hadn't had time to think about it before, now that he thought about it, it wasn't entirely the pleasure of "evil deeds will be punished", but rather a bit of trepidation.
"Why don't you speak?"
Because she didn't know what to say.
She hated Mrs. Bo. She hated the way she acted so high and mighty, the way she looked down on others. She hated the way she, a woman herself, had to squeeze other women to gain her own status.
But the scene just now made her heart tremble.
For some people, death isn't the most terrifying thing. Losing dignity is.
That was the case with Mrs. Bo, and so was she.
He could be so ruthless in harming a woman of far lower status than him. Would he use the same method against her in the future? As long as he did so, she would have no room to resist.
She was even worse than Madam Bo. She had no father, no brothers, no maternal family, and her only support was the Qinghuai Marquisate. But her adoptive father couldn't even protect himself, so how could he spare the time to protect her?
Could she really rely on the tiny ray of light from the solitary moon, a light that warmed her in the darkness, or was it just an eternal, unchanging presence in the unforgiving night sky?
After not hearing her response for a long time, Su Wei lowered his eyes.
"Let me guess. Do you think I'm cruel?"
Xiao Nanhui was speechless.
He knew everything she was thinking. She could never hide from him.
"People praise the truth and hate deception, but in the end, they often choose to believe lies. What you think are forced emotions are just whitewashing, and I am simply laying out the true nature of everything before you." His voice echoed in the painting house, each word resounding. "This glass of wine is like this, and so is what you think is cruel."
His words were always soft and indirect, but now they were like a freshly sharpened knife, pointing directly at the weakest part of her heart.
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