The snow was still falling in the capital. Yongle peeled an orange for Prince Xuan, and then took one for himself and roasted it by the stove.
"I'm speechless. This is the first time I've ever seen someone fake illness and end up breaking their own leg."
King Xuan awkwardly touched his nose; it was because the snow on the Dali Temple stairs was too thick!
He didn't want to fall either!
But it's good that I fell. Now I can have a wife and kids, a warm bed, my wife to take care of me, and my daughter to be filial to me. How comfortable!
He would be much more comfortable if he didn't have so many official documents to bother him!
"Father, please tell me quickly, how did Song Yaozhu know that the corpse wasn't really Dongfang Shi? Did that corpse have any unusual characteristics?"
King Xuan ate an orange, feigning profundity. In truth, he had been pondering this question for quite some time, but Song Yaozhu was convinced that the person was not the real Dongfang Shi.
Regardless of whether the corpse was actually Dongfang Shi or not, it has already been dealt with, and the Great Chen will definitely insist that Dongfang Shi was faking his death.
But this is for the best, as the Chen family doesn't have to take responsibility.
"That's a good question! Here's what you'll do: take some things to the Prince of Xiaoyao's residence and visit your aunt. Ask her why, and I'd also like to know the answer to your father's question!"
Yongle clicked his tongue and peeled a warmed orange from his own plate to eat.
The real Dongfang Shi must have infiltrated Dachen, but no one knows where he is.
"I've already written to the Zhen Dong Army; they'll keep an eye out for people leaving the country recently," Xie Liwei said, patting Song Yaozhu's hair to comfort her.
Song Yaozhu couldn't sleep soundly. "If Donglin sends troops, the Prince of Yan might take this opportunity to march north."
Xie Liwei also considered this point. They had no troops at their disposal, and if such a situation were to occur, they would find it difficult to cope.
"If the Prince of Yan really raises an army, wouldn't Yuwen Wuji's first target be the Xie family?"
The Xie family is a fine weapon, but he can no longer use it, so naturally he won't leave it to the Prince of Yan. Therefore, he will definitely discard this weapon first.
"We need to find a way to protect ourselves."
Xie Liwei patted her head and chuckled, "Are you too nervous? Have you forgotten that we still have Chengcheng?"
Song Yaozhu then came to her senses; she had indeed forgotten about Cheng Cheng. Seeing Cheng Cheng's seemingly devoted devotion to Yuwen Wuji, she could hardly believe he was still on their side.
"But I still feel it's not enough."
"If it's not enough, we can figure something out tomorrow. Worrying about it now and not being able to sleep will only delay tomorrow's work."
Song Yaozhu knew he was right, but she still couldn't help feeling anxious. Things were spiraling out of her control, and she couldn't help but panic.
Because her current life is too precious for her to give up, she still hates those who hurt her, but there are many more people in her life who she cares about.
Father, husband, children, relatives, friends...
She couldn't help but care about nothing.
Especially since she had lost it once before, she was even more unwilling to endure the pain of losing it again.
The greatest blessing in the world is to regain what you have lost, but what is even more difficult than regaining what you have lost again is the blow of losing it once more.
She was already a person covered in wounds, and it was Xie Liwei's love that healed her. If she lost them, she definitely wouldn't have been able to hold on.
Song Yaozhu was never as composed as she appeared; she had always been a timid person. If she had been decisive and ruthless enough, it wouldn't have been her who died back then, but Yuwen Wuji.
She closed her eyes tightly, forcing herself not to think about anything else, and buried her face in Xie Liwei's arms.
Xie Liwei's embrace was warm, giving her a great sense of security. Those terrible and anxious things seemed to be dispelled by this warmth.
The snow in the capital city lasted for a long time before it stopped. On the day the snow stopped, Yongle brought some snacks from the Xuanwang Mansion to visit his younger siblings. He lamented that his seniority was too low, otherwise he could have been the godmother of the two children.
"Qingjie and Ruge are getting cuter and cuter!" Yongle held Qingjie tightly and wouldn't let go, while Ruge sat on the couch playing with his nine-linked rings.
"This child is good; look how upright he is sitting!"
Song Yaozhu rubbed her forehead. How could she not sit upright when leaning against the wall?
"You came to see me as soon as the snow stopped, is something important?"
"No, I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to Yunzhou!"
Song Yaozhu wasn't surprised at all that she made this decision. Shen Qingque had been gone for more than half a year, and it was really not easy for her to endure it for so long!
Seeing that she didn't react, Yongle couldn't help but wonder, "Aren't you curious why I'm going to Yunzhou?"
Song Yaozhu shook her head. "Not at all."
Yongle snorted, crossed his arms, and said defiantly, "What makes you think you can guess everything!"
After saying that, he added mysteriously, "You'll never guess what I'm going to do."
Song Yaozhu also lowered her voice and asked, "Are you going to bring warmth to your young master?"
Yongle, with an air of "I knew you wouldn't guess," raised an eyebrow and said, "I won't tell you now. I'll brag to you after I've got this done."
"Then you should bring more men with you. It's better to be safe than sorry."
Yongle nodded. "Don't worry, my father has made all the arrangements for me. He's given me two hundred personal guards to escort me to Yunzhou. I refuse to believe anyone will be so foolish as to come looking for death!"
Song Yaozhu was still a little worried about her, so after she returned, she wrote a letter and sent it to the Princess's residence.
Although Princess Yuwen Xian did not participate in court affairs, she still had a considerable number of people under her command. From the first day she adopted her, she had prepared for the maids and servants around her, as well as the people and guards in her future residence after she established her own household.
As long as Yuwen Wuji can tolerate this younger sister, he won't touch the person he gave her.
Yuwen Xian received the letter. In it, Song Yaozhu only expressed her deep concern about Yongle's southward advance and vaguely mentioned the restless Prince Yan.
After some thought, Yuwen Xian gave one of his maids who knew martial arts to Yongle. Although he couldn't guarantee her absolute safety, at least he could at least feel more at ease with himself.
With Yuwen Xian's help, Song Yaozhu felt a little more at ease.
Although her maid was not a peerless expert, she was still capable of risking her life to protect him in times of crisis.
So, in mid-November, Princess Yongle's entourage left the ferry and traveled south by boat.
Yongle's inspection of the canal's navigation was "by imperial decree," which surprised many people in the capital.
Such an important matter, not only was the crown prince not sent, but no ministers were employed either; only a woman was sent!
Does she know anything about shipping? Does she know anything about ships?
She knows nothing about it, yet she's being asked to do such an important thing!
It's like occupying a toilet without doing anything!
But her royal uncle still spoils her!
Having connections makes you so special!
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