This is a horse-drawn carriage.
Then she thought that she could not find another person who could still sit in the carriage during the march even if she counted on her fingers.
The hairs on Xiao Nanhui's back stood up. She could hear the breathing of another person in the car, but no one spoke.
She stayed there like a stupid goose, not daring to move. After a while, she couldn't bear it any longer, so she slowly raised her hands that had just been freed, and first took off the cloth bag on her head.
It was late at night, and the light in the carriage was soft. Apart from a little red light from the charcoal basin in the corner, there was only a candle flame. Her eyes adjusted to the light almost instantly, and her gaze fell on the man sitting on the soft couch not far away.
He no longer wore the cool moon-white color, but had on a pitch-black fur coat. In the dim light, he seemed to have merged into one with the black animal skin beneath him, making his face look even colder than jade.
The emperor did not look at her. On the small table in front of him was a pile of briefs. He was reading through them one by one, making comments with his hands, with no expression on his face.
This scene inexplicably reminded her of the time when she rode in the same car with him when she left Huozhou.
Xiao Nanhui swallowed and was wondering whether he should say something when the other party spoke first.
"Do you mind riding in the same car with me?"
You've already squeezed me in, why are you still asking hypocritical questions?
Trying hard to suppress the urge to roll her eyes, she lowered her head and said timidly, "It is an honor for me to ride with Your Majesty."
She was really not good at saying these lies against her will, and the stiff tone made her sound like another person's voice.
"Xiao Nanhui."
Named.
Almost driven by instinct, her back subconsciously pressed against the carriage board behind her.
"I am here."
The emperor's dark eyes locked on her face: "Do you have any questions?"
Problems? Of course there are!
She has almost a cart full of questions about the big liar "Zhongli Jing", but... who dares to ask?
"Your Majesty... Why does Your Majesty want to lead the army in person?" She thought for a long time and finally came up with a question that she herself thought was very stupid.
"The king's land is yet to be returned, and I shall take it back myself. What's wrong with that?"
"No, no, no, what I mean is that swords and knives are merciless on the battlefield. Your Majesty, your body is worth millions of gold, so you should take good care of yourself..."
"When a general is away from home, he may not obey the orders of his sovereign. When the sovereign is away from home, he may not obey the orders of Heaven. If there are unexpected events, just let it be and let others take the responsibility. Why bother with it?"
Xiao Nanhui was stunned.
It was the first time she knew that an emperor could say something like: If God wants me to die, then I will die, and whoever wants to sit on the throne can sit on it.
Perhaps she was short-sighted and had only seen this one emperor in her life. She wondered if other emperors were as... so unrestrained as the one before her.
But then she thought again, this man was famous for being expressionless. If he said something against his will, she wouldn't be able to tell at all with her limited skills.
Okay, whatever you say is what it is.
"I worry too much."
There was silence in the carriage.
After a while, the emperor started to make small talk again.
"How have you been getting along with General Yan's daughter these days?"
Just make do with it, what's the risk of dying?
"I get along very well with Miss Mo, she takes good care of me..."
"Well, after all, she's unfamiliar with you and doesn't know your identity. She's also quite young, so it's inevitable that there might be some inconvenience. It's okay, I'll make other arrangements later."
Wait, she didn't say anything bad about Mo Chunhua? Why would she be assigned to another position? Where would she be assigned to go? To be a spy again?
Xiao Nanhui was a little overwhelmed: "This... Actually, it's not necessary..."
The emperor seemed to have left his words unfinished: "If it weren't for Mo Chunhua, I wouldn't have known you were so interested in my name."
Xiao Nanhui was stunned for a second, then realized that earlier outside Mo Chunhua's tent, Ding Weixiang had heard every word she said clearly.
She felt flustered and said bitterly, "I dare not."
"You also played a role in eliminating the pests and traitors this time. I can make an exception and let you alone know about it."
No, no, no, she felt that she didn't want to know.
Of course, the emperor couldn't hear her thoughts.
The emperor moved his wrist slightly, and the pen in his hand was stained with a rich red color, like blood on the tip of a knife.
That is cinnabar used to mark memorials.
"hand."
The man's voice was not heavy or harsh, and even had a touch of understatement, but for some reason she didn't dare to disobey.
A thin layer of sweat broke out on her palms almost instantly. She slowly opened her clenched fist and extended her hand.
The tip of the pen fell lightly, and the soft yet tough tip swept across her palm, making her feel itchy. After a moment, she pulled it away.
Xiao Nanhui looked down and saw a bright red "Wei" character on the palm of his hand.
"My name. Do you remember it?"
not yet.
Not yet.
This is his name.
What Mo Chunhua said was actually absolutely correct.
The emperor's name should not be mentioned.
Not many people in Tiancheng knew the emperor's real name. Even if they did, how could they easily mention it?
She wasn't stupid, she just never thought she would be the one to know his name.
She thought that her connection with him ended with "Zhongli Jing".
Xiao Nanhui stared blankly at the words on her palm, feeling that the red color seemed to become scorching hot, about to burn into her skin, flesh, and bones.
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