A Yan, you have me in your heart.
Qi Yan's eyes were red, his facial features were distorted by sobs, and he couldn't stop crying...
Two days later, in the Yangxin Palace.
In the light and shadow cast by the gilded coiled dragon pillar, Xuan Ling knocked his knuckles on the lacquer seal that had been urgently delivered from eight hundred miles away, and a stern smile bloomed on his handsome face.
The twelve patterns on the dragon robe are flowing and shining.
"Your Majesty,"
Minister Zhang of the Ministry of War's hair and beard trembled slightly.
"General Dun has conquered two Beidi strongholds in a row, and his commander's head is hanging at Lingmen!"
Xuan Ling unfolded the sheepskin map, and the battle line marked in vermilion was like a blood dragon circling.
"The Wusun Kingdom sent ten carts of Hetian jade and Ferghana horses, and specially dispatched Princess Xueqiong to offer marriage."
Qi Yan looked at the mountain shape on the map and thought of that winter.
He and Sheng Xiyan were trapped in the ice valley for three days. She curled up in his arms to keep warm, with frost and snow in her hair.
"Marquis Wu'an." Xuan Ling's voice seemed to have been tempered by ice, shattering his memories. "I heard that the newly planted Western Region snow lotus in your mansion has bloomed?"
As Qi Yan bowed, the old wound on the back of his neck ached slightly—that was the scar left eight years ago when he blocked Xuan Ling's arrow.
"The Emperor gifted me flower seeds, and five of them have bloomed this morning."
"Five..."
Xuan Ling's fingertips passed over the location of Wolf Mountain on the map.
"Just like the five tribes of the Northern Di."
When he turned around, his dragon robe billowed like clouds. Looking at Qi Yan, he seemed to have lost weight.
"On the day the Wusun Princess arrives in the capital, you will go to greet her on my behalf."
Qi Yan was a little surprised and said, "I obey your command."
At noon, the eight-treasure box from the imperial kitchen was delivered to the side hall.
Qi Yan looked at the chestnut honey pastry and emerald shrimp dumplings, and suddenly felt a tightness in his throat - these were two of Sheng Xiyan's favorite snacks in the past.
Xuan Ling picked up the emerald shrimp dumplings with her jade chopsticks and said, "My dear, do you know that the Wusun Princess is the best at the Huxuan dance?"
"I have heard a little bit about it."
Qi Yan stared at the shrimp dumplings and thought of the time when he and Sheng Xiyan made dumplings together in the palace.
Xuan Ling suddenly put the shrimp dumplings into his bowl himself and said, "It's a pity that the shrimp dumplings today are not as good as before."
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