When the old king said this, Ji Linyuan was momentarily stunned. After a long while, he suppressed his excitement and said, "Thank you, Father!"
"Hey, don't call me that, I need to calm down."
As soon as the old king left the courtyard, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Sure enough, hearing the word "father" from the wolf cub's mouth gave him a headache.
He had raised Jinjin himself, and he felt that marrying her was a good deal for her. But now... she had been dragged back to the wolf's den (p_q).
The old king sighed deeply, his heart aching terribly.
The personal eunuch Zhen Hui lifted the gift box in his hand and asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, shall we still send this gift?"
"Why send your son away when you've already given him away?!" Old Master Wang was furious, slamming his cane on the ground: "Back to the palace!"
"yes."
Back at the palace, the old king felt stifled in his bedchamber, so he went for a walk in the royal garden. When he came to his vegetable garden, he stared at a patch of loose soil in the cabbage field and became furious again.
"Tell me, the cabbage I raised was doing just fine, and now the pigs have eaten it all!"
Looking at the vegetable garden, Zhen Hui suggested, "These are probably... made by moles, right? I've heard that the trained war wolves brought back from the grasslands are also excellent hunters. Why don't we bring one back and then..."
Then, he met the old king's warning gaze.
Zhen Hui was stunned for a moment, then pretended to slap herself: "It was my fault for speaking out of turn. Those wolves, none of them are good wolves."
"Hmph." The old king snorted coldly and walked away from the vegetable garden.
… …
On the other side, Zheng Sixuan brought enough medicine for his injuries and entered the post station where Ji Ying was resting under the guise of being "the young master's bodyguard".
Ji Ying lay alone in a room. Due to the lack of timely treatment of her wounds, she developed a high fever and lay listlessly on the couch, wanting to get some saliva.
But he was clearly weak and knocked over the teacup. Zheng Sixuan's eyes reddened at the sight. He hurriedly closed the door, poured water, and handed it to Ji Ying.
After drinking his fill of water, Ji Ying looked at the person beside him: "Little Xuanzi, what brings you here?"
Zheng Sixuan lowered his head: "When I was seven years old, my village was robbed by foreign tribes. It was my master who saved me when he passed by. I swore that I would protect my master with my life."
"Sigh." Ji Ying sighed, "That was so many years ago. How could I let you risk your life for me when I have done so much for you?"
Zheng Sixuan was tending to his wounds, her heart in turmoil. It had been so many years since they had last met, and she felt that hearing him say another word was a luxury.
After a long pause, he finally spoke in a muffled voice: "This is what I should do."
After he finished speaking, Ji Ying fell silent. After the wound was re-bandaged, he subconsciously grasped Zheng Sixuan's hand.
His knuckles were cold, but Zheng Sixuan shuddered as if he had been burned, trying his best to keep his voice from choking: "My hands are covered in blood, and I haven't washed them yet, Master..."
"Xiao Xuanzi, when did things become so distant between us?" Ignoring the blood, Ji Ying gently stroked Zheng Sixuan's hand, leading him to recall the past: "We... weren't we on good terms for a while before?"
It was better after that. One day, Ji Ying got drunk and mistook Zheng Sixuan for a woman's substitute. After that, things were better for a while.
Ke Jiying disliked men, and when the woman returned, he said to her, "I feel disgusted just looking at you. Get as far away from me as possible."
The person he once thought was his salvation, the one he had secretly loved for many years, had utterly despised him. Zheng Sixuan didn't know how to face himself, so he volunteered to come to Miao territory to become a spy.
At least here, I'm working for Ji Ying, and at least I can still have some unrealistic fantasies.
Over the years, Zheng Sixuan had never imagined that Ji Ying would hold his hand and speak to him like this.
“Xiao Xuanzi, if we can escape back this time, come back with me.” Ji Ying was good at reading people’s minds. He stared into Zheng Sixuan’s eyes and knew that he was wavering.
If he's still as naive as he was four years ago, then things are easier to handle.
A hint of deep affection welled up in Ji Ying's eyes as he gripped Zheng Sixuan's hand tightly: "Little Xuanzi, kill You Sijin and come back to the Central Plains with me, okay?"
I miss you a little.
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