Xihe hadn't expected Meng Yuchuan to drive the Liao army back to their lair so quickly! But thinking about it carefully, it made sense. In his previous life, Prince Yu died late. On the surface, he was a carefree prince who didn't care about anything, but behind the scenes, he stirred up trouble and did evil everywhere. The various factions in the court were fighting each other to the point of being black-eyed.
Meng Yuchuan was hastily sent to the border and had no time to rest before going to war with the Liao Kingdom. As a result, the military rations that should have followed closely did not arrive.
The 100,000-strong army fought hard. When they had no food, they borrowed from the surrounding people. When the people had nothing, they ate tree bark and grass roots.
But the north is vast and flat, where is there so much food? In the end, they dragged their weak bodies to the battlefield and died under the swords of the Liao people.
But even so, Meng Yuchuan still held the last line of defense and blocked the Liao army outside Jiashan Pass.
Suddenly, she felt a headache and a picture suddenly appeared in her mind.
Amidst the blizzard, a team struggled to hold on. The leader wielded his rifles with unstoppable force, slaying the enemy with a ferocious vengeance. His armor was ripped, his body covered in wounds, yet he gritted his teeth and persevered. His men dwindled, the enemy intensified, and he held the checkpoint with all his might until he was the only one left.
Xihe's heart ached, but his eyes remained fixed on her.
The man held on, seemingly unconscious, his hands mechanically wielding his spear, preventing any enemy from approaching the checkpoint. The fear on the enemy's faces grew increasingly evident, as they looked at him as if he were a monster. As the enemy's numbers grew, their anxiety grew, and they launched a fierce attack. But with a bang, the snow avalanche...
Xihe suddenly realized that the reason why the Liao people launched a large-scale attack was that they noticed that the weather on the grassland was unusual.
If they didn't prepare food for the winter early, the sudden weather change would kill all their people, so they attacked south early.
However, Northern Liao's southward attack began in the previous dynasty.
Northern Liao was vast but not suitable for farming. Most Liao people made a living by grazing, and their lives were difficult, especially in winter. They could starve to death if they were not careful... So they began to rob, and the nearest Dazhao became their target.
Both sides were fighting for survival. If Northern Liao did not move south, they would starve to death. If Da Zhao did not stop them, the people of Da Zhao would become the victims of the Liao people's swords.
Who lives and who dies depends on who has the stronger fist.
This time, Xihe went there early to warn Prime Minister Qiang. Prime Minister Qiang was afraid that something might happen to Meng Yuchuan and affect the prince's cause, so he sent people to follow the military rations throughout the journey and did not feel relieved until they were delivered to the border.
With sufficient food and supplies, and Meng Yuchuan being good at fighting, it was natural that he would win this time.
When the news of Meng Yuchuan's return to the court came, the whole mansion was overjoyed. The two ladies couldn't help crying with joy, and they also gave out a lot of rewards for everyone to enjoy.
Meng Huaiyu raised his head: "Mom, is Daddy coming back?"
Xihe nodded, and the little guy smiled brightly on his face. He said excitedly: "Chen'er wants to fly a kite with daddy!" He still remembered that his daddy took him to the villa to fly a kite last year.
Xihe smiled and said, "Okay, you can tell Daddy when the time comes."
When the old lady heard this, she immediately thought of her precious grandson and waved to him, "Dear grandson, come to your great-grandmother." The little guy ran over.
The old lady held the little guy in her arms, calling him her dear grandson all the time, with a loving look on her face.
She didn't know Meng Huaiyu's identity, she just felt sorry for the little guy who had lost his mother and loved him like a treasure.
Time passed quickly, and soon it was two months later. Early in the morning, the city gate was crowded with people. When the time came, soldiers in black armor slowly walked towards the city from a distance.
The momentum is like a rainbow, the majesty is solemn, and the steps are uniform.
The onlookers subconsciously held their breath.
As the troops approached, the leading officer dismounted, walked before His Majesty, and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. I am honored to have fulfilled your mission and returned victorious!"
The emperor helped the man up and laughed heartily: "Well done, my dear minister. Come, follow me back to the palace."
The group went straight back to the palace. Even after their figures disappeared, the people were still not satisfied and were full of envy. The Marquis was so amazing that he returned to the court with his army, and His Majesty came to greet him in person!
All the civil and military officials in the court were also very surprised, and they supported the prince even more. After all, the marquis was the brother-in-law of the prince's wife's family.
The Marquis' Mansion naturally stands on the side of the Crown Prince.
Prime Minister Qiang thought so before, but now he is not sure.
From entering the city to entering the palace, Meng Yuchuan was always being talked to by the emperor. His attitude was respectful and dignified, which attracted the frequent stares of other ministers. However, Prime Minister Qiang was eager to find an opportunity to talk, but ended up not saying a word until the dinner.
His Majesty held a palace banquet for Meng Yuchuan and rewarded the meritorious soldiers. It ended at dusk.
As the wife of the Marquis, Xihe naturally attended the banquet. So, she went alone, and there was one more person in the carriage when she came back.
The carriage was halfway along when Prime Minister Qiang came to stop it. He then walked in, ignoring Xihe's sullen expression. Meng Yuchuan didn't wait for him to speak, but said with a smile, "Father-in-law, it's getting late today. I'll come to see you after the morning court tomorrow. Is that okay?"
He spoke politely, but gestured to the driver to hold Prime Minister Qiang's arm.
Prime Minister Qiang: "...then I'll listen to Yuchuan."
After getting off the car, he watched the carriage of the Marquis' Mansion go away with a frown on his face.
Inside the carriage, Xihe couldn't help but shake his head: "My father is too anxious." He was even a little confused.
Meng Yuchuan embraced her with his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder and closing his eyes. "The Crown Prince has been getting more and more high-profile recently. My father-in-law has tried to dissuade him several times but to no avail. Naturally, he's getting anxious."
Xihe turned his head and saw the dark circles under his eyes, and knew that he must be very tired from the journey.
"Go back home and have a good rest."
Meng Yuchuan said "hmm" but didn't open his eyes.
The car drove slowly through the streets and finally stopped at the Marquis' Mansion, where the two got out.
Because it was too late, they just delivered the message to the main courtyard and then returned to the Peony Courtyard on their own.
After washing, changing clothes, and tidying up, Xihe dried her hair and opened the bed curtains. She saw Meng Yuchuan with his hands on his lower abdomen and his eyes closed. She moved lightly and prepared to climb over him into the bed.
A hand suddenly reached out and she fell on it without warning.
Xihe looked in surprise and saw a tired face with a thin layer of stubble on the chin and laziness in the eyes.
She tried to get up, but the hands on her waist were tightly held. Suddenly, a chuckle sounded in her ear. She glared at him with a red face, but Meng Yuchuan suddenly turned over and buried his head in her arms.
Xihe:!!!
You bastard!
As the light and shadows flickered before his eyes, Xihe couldn't help but wonder if he was tired, why was he still so energetic?
Then she realized that this man was really tired, otherwise why would he let her act so arrogantly? But she was also very tired, bastard!
After a rough night, when I woke up in the morning, Meng Yuchuan had already gone to court.
Xihe lazily put on her clothes. The little guy in the yard heard the noise, dropped the stick in his hand, and ran in with a thud: "Mom, where's Daddy?"
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