Chapter 165
"Zhao Ning also assisted in the matter concerning my third brother." His gaze lingered on a golden partridge, its snow-blue skirt somewhat dazzling.
"As for the matter concerning the Third Prince, I was merely doing it for fun. Our agreement still stands," Yingning continued.
"I need Your Highness to protect A-Chu's safety."
Yan Qizhen was not surprised by her words, but after thinking for a moment, he immediately spoke:
"In that case, Qizhen has a request."
"Your Highness may speak."
"Although my power is now secure, some court officials remain wavering."
"Perhaps Your Highness could release the news temporarily?"
"They said they intend to form a marriage alliance with me." Yan Qizhen stared intently into her phoenix eyes, a slight tension rising in his chest as he awaited her reply.
*
Lizhou City Road.
"Your Highness, a letter from the capital." Wen Feng handed the letter to the man in dark robes.
Yan Chaoji slowly opened the letter. Before leaving the capital, he had left behind a team of secret guards to protect Ying Ning and Bai Chuning. The guards would deliver a message to him every seven days.
The first letter was simply about how she spent her days teaching Bai Chuning martial arts, during which time the Fourth Prince visited her once.
The second letter was written when she visited the Empress in the palace, and then bumped into the Sixth Prince in the Phoenix Palace. The two had a sword fight, and she was the winner.
The third letter came after the Sixth Prince visited once and the Fourth Prince visited three times.
The fourth letter came after the fourth prince visited five times.
......
Wen Feng noticed with his own eyes that his master's face grew increasingly gloomy with the arrival of letters from the capital, making him hesitant to report to the master these past few days.
To avoid getting into trouble.
Although Wen Feng dared not speak, he wondered curiously if something had happened in the capital.
The last time the Prince's small storeroom caught fire, the Prince's expression didn't seem this grim.
Could it be that the large warehouse caught fire this time?
Wen Feng was lost in thought when he didn't notice that the person next to him had already opened the envelope.
This is the fifth letter.
When Yan Chaoji opened the letter, he could already guess what it contained.
It was nothing more than Yan Qizhen visiting a few more times.
Or perhaps Yan Jingxu lost the martial arts competition again.
Eagle Eyes slowly moved his gaze, but unexpectedly, when he saw a line of words, his eyes suddenly turned deep and turbulent, like the mouth of a gluttonous beast about to devour everything.
He crumpled the letter into a ball, almost crushing it into ashes.
Wen Feng, standing to the side, was terrified. Seeing his lord looking as if his home had been robbed, he cautiously asked:
"Your Highness..."
"What exactly happened in the capital?"
Yan Chaoji immediately stood up, ignoring Wen Feng's words. As he turned around, his black fox cloak almost engulfed everything. He said coldly:
"Set off immediately."
The matter of Lizhou needs to be resolved as soon as possible.
He mounted his horse and immediately whipped it to ride away from where he stood.
The guards behind followed suit, leaving Wen Feng alone, still confused and stuck in place, with a mouthful of flying dust.
What on earth is going on?
Why is Your Highness in such a hurry?
...........
Yan Chaoji galloped towards Lizhou, his eagle eyes cold and icy, and the black fox cloak he wore seemed to carry the aura of an impending storm.
The letter he had just opened contained only one abrupt sentence:
"People in the palace revealed that Princess Zhaoning rejected the Empress's arranged marriage."
"Her Highness the Princess intends to form a marriage alliance with the Fourth Prince."
*
"Get out of here, you stinking beggar!" The steamed bun vendor next to him immediately grabbed a stick of firewood and chased away a figure wearing a hooded, tattered Taoist robe.
"Amitabha, this humble monk is not a beggar, but a monk begging for alms." The tall figure, almost filthy, stopped in front of a basket of freshly steamed buns.
"You're a monk? I've lived all these years and this is the first time I've ever seen a monk in a Taoist robe." The stall owner didn't believe it and wanted to get rid of this dirty person from his stall.
Don't let it affect your business.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't delay my business."
"This humble monk is truly a begging monk." Although the man who called himself a monk's face was hidden under his hood, he was clearly very tall.
"If you keep doing this, I won't be so polite!" the vendor said menacingly.
The monk seemed to shake his head and said, "If you help me now, I will help you in the future."
“Benefactor, this humble monk only needs six meat buns at this moment.”
Upon hearing this, the vendor was immediately enraged. How dare this fake monk impersonate a Buddhist?!
Still eating meat buns?
This is a fake monk!
The vendor, unable to bear it any longer, was about to raise his long stick of firewood to teach this dirty fake monk a lesson!
"Boss, six meat buns, please." A woman's voice interrupted the bun stall owner's actions.
The monk simply stood still.
"Okay." The steamed bun vendor immediately put on a smile and handed her six freshly steamed buns.
"Give."
The six steamed buns were transferred from Yingning's hands to the monk's arms, who remained standing in place.
"Thank you, benefactor." He picked up a steamed bun and swallowed it in two or three bites.
"Monk, I've given you a ride today, so you owe me one. Now, how do you plan to help me?"
Upon hearing her voice, Wuwei slowly lifted his hood. His eyes were extremely narrow, and his true appearance beneath the hood was stunningly beautiful. Yet, he held a string of Buddhist prayer beads with a few beads missing.
A strange fusion of demonic and Buddhist qualities exists within him.
The look on his face when he saw her was as if he were seeing an old friend.
"This humble monk already owes you a debt, and my birth is to repay that debt," Wuwei said, looking at her.
"You owe me something?" Yingning seemed a little curious.
"yes."
"Monk, what's your name?"
"My Buddhist name is Wuwei."
When he looked up, his beautiful eyebrows lifted slightly, and he said his name.
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