Song Yan's fingertips, which were pinching the corner of the book, slightly tightened. Many emotions flashed through his eyes, but they all subsided. A smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Well, leave this book here for now."
Upon hearing this, Xie Shizhu's face was full of shock, but it was best that Song Yan didn't think too much about it.
Xie Shizhu pulled a smile and said, "Then remember to return it to me."
Song Yan nodded.
*
After a while, Song Yan left Shaoyue Hall and went to the mourning hall. The late emperor would be buried in two days.
When Song Yan arrived at the door of the mourning hall, Qi Zian was already waiting for him. After paying his respects, he told him about Xie Shizhu looking for books in the library.
After he finished speaking, Song Yan's handsome face was unnatural for a moment. He nodded and said gently, "I understand."
How could he not know this? He even took the book from Xie Shizhu himself.
After finishing the report, Qi Zian seemed to have something else to say to him, but he hesitated.
Song Yan's eyes could see through people's hearts. He stared at him straight in the eyes. Although his tone was gentle, it contained a tone that did not allow for argument: "Speak."
Qi Zian thought for a moment and said, "After the late emperor is buried, it is time to choose a concubine. The ministers in the court are all waiting for this moment. This selection of a concubine can consolidate your relationship with the court officials. The daughter of the Minister of War is just the right age."
Song Yan did not respond after he finished speaking, but simply said, "Let's talk about this matter after the late emperor is buried."
He just turned around and was about to walk into the mourning hall when Qi Zian looked at his back, frowned slightly, and then fell to his knees on the ground.
The dull sound of the ground made Song Yan stop.
Qi Zian said solemnly, "Your Majesty, matters of family and country are not matters of sentimentality. Moreover, the Minister of War holds the military power. You also know that the war between Yan State and Bei Mo may start tomorrow, or even the day after tomorrow. If we keep waiting, Yan State will only be the defeated party."
Song Yan subconsciously clenched his hands hanging at his sides, and his tall figure froze in place, adding a sense of desolation to the dark night.
"Um."
Song Yan said only one word and returned to the mourning hall.
*
Late at night, Song Yan stared at the coffin in the mourning hall, which was covered with a cloth embroidered with nine golden dragons, with a mocking smile on his lips.
If Xie Shizhu wasn't there, the country would be the only thing in his heart.
When he was very young, he saw his mother being bullied by several concubines, but he was powerless to do anything.
But when he told his father that his mother was being oppressed, his father felt annoyed with him, pushed him away, turned around, picked up Song Wenyan, and gave Song Wenyan all the good things.
At this time, Song Yan understood that he had no power since birth.
There is no family affection or love in the palace, only the struggle for power.
But Xie Shizhu shook his cognition.
Jiangshan and Xie Shizhu, these two things are indispensable to Song Yan.
But Beimo and Yanguo are in a state of hostility.
Song Yan's chest felt heavy, and there was a trace of pain between his brows.
*
When Xie Shizhu was sleeping at night, a sound came from the roof.
Someone was calling her name, and it was her maiden name.
She woke up in a daze, with sleepy eyes. After she regained consciousness, she heard clearly that the person on the roof was Song Wenyan.
Xie Shizhu rubbed his eyelids, got down from the couch, walked to the window frame, and reached out to open the window.
Soon, Song Wenyan easily flipped from the roof to the window, landed nimbly, and stood next to Xie Shizhu.
Xie Shizhu took a step back, widening the distance between them, and whispered, "Your Highness, why did you come to see me?"
Song Wenyan was not surprised to hear her speak. Now everyone in the palace knew that Princess Beimo's muteness had been cured by the imperial physician.
Maybe others believe that it was really the imperial physician who cured him, but Song Wenyan would not believe it.
It can also be guessed that Xie Shizhu is not dumb, but is pretending to be dumb.
Xie Shizhu's voice was pleasant, clear and cold.
Song Wenyan said, "You don't have to call me Your Highness, just call me Wenyan. I'm not the crown prince anymore. I came to you to tell you that Song Ye is going to be sent to marry a foreign prince and is trying to commit suicide in the palace."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Shizhu looked surprised and asked, "Marriage?"
Xie Shizhu was no stranger to marriages with foreign allies. After all, she had come to Yanguo for the purpose of marriage.
Song Wenyan was just about to tell her what had happened in the court in the past few days, such as the fact that Yanguo had begun preparing for war and might fight with Beimo at any time, but the sound of footsteps outside the hall made him shut up.
Xie Shizhu also heard the footsteps, and she was more frightened than Song Wenyan.
After all, there is no one else except Song Yan who can come to Shao Le Palace at this time.
If she saw Song Wenyan in the same room with her in the middle of the night, she felt that Song Yan would chop off Song Wenyan's head with a smile on his face.
Xie Shizhu lowered his voice and said, "Come to the library to find me tomorrow evening. We can talk tomorrow if you have anything to say."
Song Wenyan's expression remained calm upon hearing the footsteps, and he said calmly, "It's alright. There's nothing wrong between you and me. There's no need to wait until tomorrow. I can tell you right now that Song Yan is preparing to fight..."
In Song Wenyan's mind, Song Yan was just a weak and sickly person who had no fighting power at all.
Even if she saw him staying with Xie Shizhu in the middle of the night, she would just smile friendly.
He had seen Song Yan's magnanimity before in the lotus pond.
Besides, he just came to talk to Xie Shizhu.
But when he was halfway through his words, he saw the corners of the woman's eyes were red, her eye sockets were filled with tears, the tip of her delicate nose was red, and her shoulders were shaking. He was so scared that he quickly closed his mouth.
Song Wenyan sighed, "Okay, see you in the library tomorrow. Don't stand me up."
After saying that, Song Wenyan quickly went out through the window.
Xie Shizhu quickly closed the window, and just as he did so, the door to the hall was pushed open.
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