"Your Majesty, it is against the rules to leave the convoy during the march."
The sound in the car was still slow.
"It's okay, let her go."
Ding Weixiang obviously does not agree with this.
"Your Majesty, why don't you ask her why she's gone? What is it that requires a discussion right now? And how long will this discussion take...?"
Soon, the man's voice was heard again in the carriage.
"Prince Xuanyuan's palace has been busy with many trivial matters lately, and I'm sure General Zuo won't have much free time in the future. Since we won't see each other again, why bother with this little bit of time now?"
Ding Weixiang finally calmed down.
The figure not far away was getting farther and farther away, blurry and seemed to be about to disappear on the dim horizon.
Liwang Ancient Pavilion was once used as a lookout for watching beacons. After years of exposure to wind and rain, the bricks and stones of the four pillars have become mottled, and the walls on both sides have also collapsed. Only a lonely stone pavilion remains standing on the slope. You can see it as soon as you enter Jifu.
Xiao Nanhui rode her horse forward along the path, the dust raised by the horse's hooves forming a thin trail of smoke behind her.
The dark clouds in the distance came closer, the last breeze in the air disappeared, and all around was the silence before a sudden rain.
She ran to the pavilion in one breath, dismounted, and saw Su Pingchuan standing in the pavilion with his back to her. It seemed that he had been standing there for a long time.
He was not wearing armor today, only the most ordinary thin cloth gown.
She was used to seeing him wearing heavy armor, but now seeing him standing there, she realized that he was actually still a young boy. The wind blew up his clothes, outlining his thin outline.
After clearing his throat to show his presence, Xiao Nanhui slowly walked forward.
"Brother Pingchuan, what do you want from me? His Majesty will be leaving soon, so let's be brief."
Su Pingchuan didn't look back, still standing there, his back straight but his head lowered.
"You told me that day that we'd drink together after the war, but you never kept your promise. Do you still keep your promise now?"
Xiao Nanhui was in a daze for a moment, then he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have said something similar to Bai Yun before the surprise attack in Bijiang.
At that time, she had just learned about Bai Yun's existence, and things were happening one after another. How could she have the mind to drink with him?
Only a few months had passed, but it felt to her like years had passed.
Pursing her lips, she nodded: "It's a promise."
He finally raised his head, turned around, pointed to the stone chair next to the stone table in the pavilion, and motioned for her to sit down with him.
Xiao Nanhui then realized that he seemed to have lost a lot of weight and his complexion didn't look right after they hadn't seen each other for just a few days since the family dinner.
Su Pingchuan picked up the only wine pot on the stone table, poured two glasses of wine, and was silent for a while.
The hot wind stagnated, and the air around was damp and heavy, like a wet blanket covering people, making even breathing feel oppressive.
She sighed, somewhat guessing why the other party was having trouble speaking.
"If this is about Madam Bo, there's no need to blame yourself. Knowing you well, I know it has nothing to do with you. Besides, I'm fine, so you should relax."
She knew his difficulties and wanted to say a few more words of comfort, but when the words came to her lips, she remembered what the emperor said that day. She felt that she had no right to sympathize with the other party, a young master from a royal family, and could only smile self-deprecatingly.
Su Pingchuan was unusually solemn.
She had never seen him look like this before. His bloodshot eyes stared at her without blinking, with pain and resentment in his brows. A layer of light blue stubble grew on his chin, which had always been raised proudly, making his originally young face look haggard and melancholy.
"Do you know? She was taken into the palace by my father before my mother passed away."
She? Mrs. Bo?
"She must have had some tricks up her sleeve to get into the mansion. My mother was open-minded by nature, and she knew her inner thoughts, so she rarely interacted with her. But I was still young at the time, and I didn't understand many things. I even got close to her for a while. When my mother found out, she never blamed me. She was just sad and worried, and never showed it to others. It was her pride, but also a handle for her to be bullied."
Xiao Nanhui was silent.
Even though Mei Ruogu was the first to go, Mrs. Bo still lost too much in the end.
She didn't think Mei Ruogu's life was miserable, but rather envied her a little.
She heard all the stories about Mei Ruogu's past from others, but she was willing to believe the true appearance of the woman who lived in the memories of others.
She has been gone for a long time, but people still remember her. Just like a tower reflected in the water, even after it has left the branches for a long time, its fragrance still lingers in the air.
"I once swore that I would never let my future wife suffer the same sorrow and grief as my mother. At the time, I always thought that as long as the oath was strong enough, it would definitely be kept. But as I grew up, I realized that everything was just comforting to myself."
Su Pingchuan's tone was so serious, and the depth of emotion in his eyes made her unable to bear it.
She wasn't stupid, she could hear the hidden meaning behind the words. And at this moment, she didn't want to play dumb.
"Actually, I... don't blame you." Licking his lips, Xiao Nanhui chuckled twice, "Or, just consider it as paying off my debt. Back in Lingxi, I evened out your clothes, so we're even now."
When the past was mentioned, a brief warmth flashed across Su Pingchuan's face.
It was late autumn in Bijiang. He was captured during a military campaign and trapped in a simple thatched cell with two dirty steamed buns stuffed in his mouth. His eyes were red with anger because the woman had ripped open his clothes.
She asked him to live well, saying that being alive is more important than anything else.
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