It seems that not all women in the southeast are gentle. At least Dong Xian is a living exception. My wife is also an exception."
Looking at a statue of a woman erected on top of the city wall, Qian Mo was inspired.
Baili Yi glanced at the smug Qian Mo. When he talked about Murong Xiao, his eyes naturally revealed admiration and respect, which made him very happy.
However, when he talked about strong temperament, Baili Yi naturally thought of Feng Luoran, who looked weak but was extremely strong inside.
At that time, the situation in Dongyang was no better than that in Northern Wei. However, she, a woman, was able to go against the majority and help her younger brother ascend the throne. This kind of fortitude, perseverance and wit are not comparable to those of ordinary women.
"I'll wait for you, no matter how long it takes!" This was the last sentence she said to him when they parted.
But he replied to her: "I don't love you. Don't waste your time on a man who doesn't love you."
He thought his meaning was clear, and that she hadn't married because of state affairs. But when he was in South Vietnam, he discovered that she hadn't married because of him.
He was clearly touched, but still rejected him.
"Is it His Majesty the Prince?"
As soon as they reached the gate of Xiancheng, the general guarding the city spoke.
Baili Yi looked up at the top of the city gate in confusion, frowning slightly.
"General, we are indeed the Prince Gan. We have encountered some difficulties in the no-man's land. We hope to get your country's protection and pass through your territory to leave." Dong Zhe answered on behalf of his master.
"The Princess has ordered that if the Northern Wei envoys wish to use Dongyang to return home, we must do our utmost to assist them. Prince Gan, please!"
The three words "Princess" struck Baili Yi's heart heavily. He let out a long sigh and entered Xiancheng with his subordinates.
"Emperor Chongyang, your injuries have worsened over the past two days of continuous travel. Why don't we stay in Xiancheng and recover before we leave?"
Baili Yi looked at Qian Mo, changing his usual foxy demeanor and revealing a sincere smile. "Thank you, Commander Qian, for your great help along the way. Now that we've entered Dongyang, I'm sure the Divine Cult won't have the courage to come again. Xiao'er still needs you guys. If we stay here too long, I'm afraid they'll be in danger."
Qian Mo clasped his fists and said, "Emperor Chongyang is overthinking. Qian Mo was originally asked by the Lord to stay and protect you. The Lord's wife has trained a more special team. I believe that with that team, the Lord and the wife will not encounter any accidents. The Lord asked Qian Mo to escort Emperor Chongyang and Prince Gan back to Northern Wei safely, and I must do it."
Baili Yi sighed and said with a helpless smile: "In that case, I'll trouble you."
"Your Majesty Chongyang, there's no need to thank me. The Lord said this is just a token of gratitude for you sending me the snow lotus and taking Princess Mixue out of the palace."
Baili Yi smiled bitterly and thought to himself: It seems that Qian Yeming is certain that they will suffer this disaster!
After entering Xiancheng, the commander on the city wall personally greeted him. After seeing Baili Yi's scars and flying flesh, he was also shocked, and then quickly ordered people to find a suitable house in the city.
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