Chapter 847 Injury (6)
After a few more words, the sky was bright and when he saw Jingzhe and Guyu were about to come over to wake Shen Miao up, Xie Jingxing left.
After Xie Jingxing left, Cong Yang appeared out of nowhere. Shen Miao stared at him and asked, "Why weren't you here last night?"
Last night, when Xie Jingxing was injured and in such a critical moment, Zong Yang disappeared from nowhere. Now that he came out, everyone was gone.
Cong Yang's voice was filled with apology. "Young Madam, this is truly unfortunate. I had a mission yesterday and thought I'd be back soon, but I was delayed along the way. By the time I returned, it was already the next morning." His expression was both annoyed and sincere. He asked, "Young Madam, do you have any instructions?"
“Nothing.” Shen Miao waved her hand, closed the window and left.
Congyang leaped back up the tree, feeling deeply aggrieved. Last night, his master had ordered him to remain silent, leaving him crouched in the tree all night without even a blanket. He wondered what his master and the young mistress were doing in the house. He thought, too, how the master had come all the way back to the Chen residence for such a minor injury. Gao Yang had refused to stop the bleeding, leaving him covered in blood, all to make the young mistress feel bad.
Poor him, he was exposed to the cold wind all night and was blamed by the young lady. The master didn’t give him any reward. Why doesn’t anyone feel sorry for him?
On the other side, Xie Jingxing was walking towards Prince Rui's Mansion.
Congyang has renovated all the houses between Prince Rui's Mansion and Chen's House. There are no walls between the houses, and they almost form a continuous courtyard with several entrances.
It was a cold and dewy winter, and he casually wore a black cloak over his loose undershirt. The black and white clashed sharply together, making his face look a little pale.
He was not wearing a mask, and his expression was not as relaxed as usual. His beautiful, peach-shaped eyes, which were always bent, were cold and gloomy, with a hint of indifference.
To Shen Miao, he had lied after all.
Those crisscrossing wounds, in addition to those in the northern border, are also found in Daliang.
The wound he sustained in the northern border was undoubtedly the result of a blow from the Xie Family Army's deputy commander, Xie Ding's most trusted general among the countless soldiers in the army. That cut was so deep that bone was visible. During the six months he spent recuperating in Daliang, he was repeatedly told he wouldn't survive. Finally, Gao Yang risked his life to rescue him from the clutches of Hades. Gao Yang said that if the blade had been even a fraction off, or if he had been delivered to Gao Yang a moment later, his life would have been lost.
No one knew about his injury except Gao Yang, Emperor Yongle, and his own confidants. When he appeared in front of the Daliang court officials again, he was still the handsome and unparalleled Prince Rui.
However, the sudden appearance of a prince within the imperial family was no easy matter. Even if Emperor Yongle suppressed the situation with his imperial authority, everything in this world hinged on profit. The emergence of Prince Rui would undoubtedly lead to losses for some. Consequently, plots, ambush attacks, assassinations, traps, and conspiracies abounded, each one devious and difficult to discern.
There were moments of life and death, moments of danger that hung by a thread, and he had sustained numerous injuries. The struggle in Daliang was even more perilous than in Mingqi. In Mingqi, his identity was hidden, and the imperial court was targeting the entire Lin'an Marquisate, not him alone. In Daliang, all his dangers came from the title of King Rui. Hidden arrows, both large and small, were aimed at his life.
And every time, after a profound crisis, the next day, the King Rui appeared in court with the same lazy smile. In the long run, everyone saw the King Rui as a formidable enemy with deep scheming and ruthless tactics. They no longer acted rashly. They respected and feared him. In their hearts, they wished the King Rui dead, but outwardly they had to bow and scrape to him.
That was what Xie Jingxing had fought so hard to earn.
He had spent two years firmly establishing his position as the King of Daliang. No one dared to doubt him, provoke him, or plot against him anymore. Those snowy nights of fighting, those traps in the court, were all shredded like the black robe he'd worn the previous night.
Those who stand in the sun are always noble, elegant and spotless.
Shen Miao said, “Even if it’s just to prepare for going to Daliang. You can’t let me face a completely unfamiliar people and place without any preparation.”
On this winter morning, Xie Jingxing walked slowly, his green boots making rustling sounds on the snow. Ice crystals swayed on the trees, like hanging gems.
A faint smile slowly appeared on his lips.
What is there to prepare?
Anyway, he would have cleared all the troubles for her before that.
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