An Xin and his group left the capital of Daqian and headed towards Beiming.

Because he was on a diplomatic mission to another country, the carriage that An Xin rode in had Daqian's exclusive logo, the Panlong, on it.

Anyone they met on the street, whether common people or officials, had to kneel down and worship it to show respect for this symbol of the dynasty.

Whenever they chose to rest on the way, they would be treated with the highest etiquette.

An Xin sat in a large and luxurious carriage, looking fixedly at the man in front of her, wanting to kick him off.

The man looked at her a little aggrieved, then leaned lazily against the car window, looking at the sunset outside.

Seeing An Xin's helpless look, she slightly raised the corners of her perfect lips.

"I'm on a diplomatic mission to Beiming, not for sightseeing. Third Master Jiang, please let me go." An Xin held his forehead and sneered, "Do you see now that Si Han is about to ascend the throne of Beiming?"

"You regret it, do you want to follow Master Ben back to take back the throne that belongs to you?"

Jiang Xuan shook his head, and a strand of black hair at his temple swayed gently, making his banished immortal-like face look even more elegant and handsome.

"No, I just felt that he had other purposes in appointing you to be the envoy to Bei Ming." Jiang Xuan told the truth, "I was a little worried, so I followed you."

An Xin was stunned and pursed her lips.

Thinking about the fact that I have been in semi-retirement for the past year, this person always shows up at the right time and invites me to visit all the beautiful sights in the capital.

He didn't talk much, nor did he do anything pleasant. He just stayed quietly by my side every time.

I'm afraid that even the dumbest person would realize at this moment that he treats them differently.

"You like me."

An Xin is not a reserved person and usually speaks his mind.

Jiang Xuan paused as he stroked the tasseled hand in the carriage. The corners of his eyes gradually turned red, and his face became even more enchanting.

His eyes, as bright as stars, twinkled, and he nodded, admitting it readily.

An Xin: "I don't plan to get married in this life, and I don't want to delay anyone. You can find someone else."

“…”There is no such thing as beating around the bush.

Jiang Xuan didn't show any sadness on his face despite being rejected.

He had long seen that An Xin had no feelings for love.

He had not originally intended to tell her that he liked her, but An Xin had just asked, and Jiang Xuan knew how smart An Xin was, and to deny it would seem that he was not broad-minded enough, so he readily admitted it.

He had expected An Xin's rejection, so he didn't feel disappointed or sad.

It is his business that he likes her, and it is her business that she refuses. It does not prevent Jiang Xuan from continuing to like An Xin, this little girl who never pretends.

An Xin looked at the man whose expression didn't change at all when he was rejected by her, and she smiled.

Then, the two of them, as if the previous conversation had never happened, began to admire the colorful sunset outside the carriage window that filled the sky.

Leng Xiangbai and Jiang Zhou both wanted to pull Jiang Xuan, who was chasing after them, out of their own carriage, but when they saw that An Xin did not chase him away, they just sat in their carriages and did not make any unnecessary moves.

General Chen and General Gao, who were protecting the Beiming troop from the front and the back, were only slightly puzzled by Jiang Xuan's arrival.

See him jump into An Xin's carriage.

Since An Xin didn't tell them to chase them away, they pretended not to see it.

When An Xin saw that Jiang Xuan had covered up the beauty mole between his eyebrows with a special method, a hint of regret flashed across her eyes.

His face is very beautiful and charming, but with the red mole between his eyebrows, even An Xin, who is not obsessed with looks, would sometimes be distracted when seeing it.

Jiang Xuan noticed that An Xin's eyes were intentionally or unintentionally glancing at his eyebrows, and he secretly raised his cherry-like lips, softening his originally handsome and cold face.

Jiang Xuan knew that he had never been a good person like him, and that he had the ruthlessness and cruelty unique to the royal family in his bones.

If he hadn't been so ruthless, he wouldn't have survived after all the adults in Duke Cheng'en's mansion had died.

Jiang Chenxi, who was only a few years old and could only hide and cry when bullied by bold servants, relied on his status as an adopted son in his teens to prop up the chaotic Cheng'en Mansion.

Those who wanted to divide up the inheritance had their family's scandals exposed one after another, and only after they had suffered severe injuries did they realize the pain and had to retract their dirty claws.

Then he took a few loyal people to the Cheng'en Mansion and used iron-blooded means to kill and drive away those servants with ulterior motives. Only then was the Cheng'en Mansion preserved.

That day, An Xin and his companions missed the rest station in order to hurry up.

General Chen found a place near a stream in the woods to rest.

After stopping, General Gao ordered the firemen he brought with him to start cooking and fetch water.

The emperor Kong Xun gave them plenty of public funds for their mission to Beiming this time, and An Xin was not someone who would make money for him.

The carriages loaded with food, drinks, and other miscellaneous items on the road were filled with a lot of food purchased from towns along the way.

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Following the team, they felt that this official business trip was like following Lord An out for fun.

We had good food and drink, and although we had to sleep outdoors occasionally, we definitely didn't suffer any hardship.

After stopping, An Xin looked at the rough-looking General Gao who came over to report that his active guards wanted to try their luck and catch some game for a snack.

An Xin usually agrees to such proposals.

The reason why General Chen and General Gao would report every time something like this happened was because they were afraid that after the guards went hunting, assassins would take the opportunity to harm An Xin.

Just a reminder, let An Xin pay attention to his own safety during this period.

An Xin and Jiang Xuan sat by a bonfire.

Leng Xiangbai and Jiang Zhou, who walked over, glanced at Jiang Xuan indifferently and chose to sit on the other side of An Xin.

Chi Lan boiled a pot of water on the small stove on the carriage, made tea and brought it over, first handing a cup to her teacher.

Then he held the tea tray and let others help themselves.

An Xin glanced at him indifferently, and Chi Lan shrank her neck.

He is now a minor official in the Ministry of Rites. If he hadn't been so pitiful and shameless in wanting to come along, Senior Brother Leng Xiangbai would have been unable to do anything to him.

How could a minor official like him with no qualifications be qualified to go on a diplomatic mission to the Beiming Kingdom?

"You little brat, didn't your father, Dean Chi, tell you that this mission to the North Sea is not as simple as it seems, and that you might never return? How dare you follow me?"

Chi Lan stood in front of An Xin with her fingers tangled together, lowered her eyes, and remained silent, not daring to answer.

An Xin held her forehead with her hand. This was her youngest disciple.

He is usually well-behaved and obedient. In the last imperial examination, he performed better than Feng Yuxiu and Shan Yongzhen, who were at the bottom of the list.

She did not lose face for herself and the head of the Hanlin Academy, Chi. With her exceptional performance and the help of her senior brother Kong Xun, she actually won a good ranking of Tanhua Lang.

Chi Lan looked at An Xin pitifully with her clear and round eyes, "Teacher, I was wrong."

An Xin saw the look in his eyes that said he knew he was wrong but wouldn't change, and she took a deep breath.

What can I do when I see him like this? Forget it. I can't bear to blame him. Forget it. What else can I do?

(End of this chapter)