Chapter 121 I Want to See Her Too
"I don't care. Those people can't keep an eye on me at all. I will still follow them!" Xihe was very stubborn. Once she made up her mind, even ten oxen couldn't pull her back.
"you!"
Zhao Jinyuan stood by with his arms folded, watching the show leisurely. He had seen countless such scenes in the past ten years, and at this moment he stepped out to act as a peacemaker at the right time.
"Alright, alright, calm down and stop talking."
Ten years passed and Zhao Jinyuan was already 25 years old. At this age, he would have been a father in other families, but Zhao Jinyuan didn't even have a prince's wife.
Because of this matter, Emperor Jingyuan and Concubine Xian were very troubled. They looked for opportunities to stuff ten or eight beauties into the prince's mansion. As a result, Zhao Jinyuan turned around and moved to Zhao Zhinan's place. The dozen or so beauties given by Emperor Jingyuan were left alone to guard the empty mansion, which was really pitiful.
It was strange to say that among all the princes and princesses, apart from Zhao Zize, who had a disability and was not in a hurry to get married, and Zhao Zhinan, who had a confidante, the rest were lonely, including Crown Prince Zhao Chengning, who resided in the Eastern Palace.
Just asking means I'm not interested.
Asking means being busy!
Emperor Jingyuan almost cursed in the streets because of the marriages of his children.
"Second brother, please help me!" Xihe cast a pleading look towards Zhao Jinyuan.
Unexpectedly, before Zhao Jinyuan could say anything, Zhao Chengning saw it first.
"What? You want to help her? You want to join in his mischief?"
“…”
Zhao Jinyuan got a cup of tea and handed it over, "Brother, have a cup of tea to calm down."
Zhao Chengning took one sip and couldn't drink any more. "Why do you always like these bitter teas?"
He was so angry just now that he came to Zhao Jinyuan's tent carrying Xihe.
Zhao Jinyuan just smiled and said nothing.
After a while, he said, "Brother, even if you send someone back, Xihe will run back halfway. What if something happens on the way back and forth?"
Zhao Chengning suddenly thought of the bandits that had been roaming around recently, and a hint of relief appeared on his face.
Zhao Jinyuan struck while the iron was hot, "Why not let her come with us? With our protection, she'll probably be fine. Once we get to the border, we'll let her stay in the city. She'll be fine."
Zhao Chengning paused, glanced at Zhao Jinyuan who was talking freely with a half-smile, and said with a hint of meaning: "Are you in the same group?"
It is not easy for Xihe, a woman, to hide. The fact that he was only discovered now shows that someone must have helped him before, and he did not expect that person to be the one he chose.
Zhao Jinyuan coughed dryly twice, turned his head, and said something else, "The weather is nice today."
“…”
Xihe was eventually kept, and her tent was placed next to Zhao Chengning, under heavy guard.
A letter was sent back from the imperial city. As for how Emperor Jingyuan and Concubine Chen planned to deal with Xihe after seeing the letter, that was not Zhao Chengning's business.
The army marched for another seven days before finally reaching the border. Outside the border, the sky was filled with yellow sand, and sand filled the air as soon as one opened their mouth.
"Second brother, are we here yet?" Xihe asked as he lifted the curtain of the carriage.
Zhao Jinyuan nodded, "Here we are, this is it."
He turned around and looked somewhere hundreds of miles away, then said, "According to intelligence, the armies of Beili and Beimo are stationed there. Do you want to..."
"I don't want to." Before Zhao Jinyuan could say anything, Xihe seemed to know what he was going to say and rejected him cleanly. "He hasn't sent me a single letter in ten years, and now he's even leading an army here. What's the point of meeting him? Should I go up and beat him up? It's better not to meet him."
Ten years is neither long nor short.
The little girl couldn't help but feel resentful after not hearing from him for ten years.
Furthermore, the vague stance in childhood became clear the moment Xiao Mingxuan led his troops to attack.
"I'm glad you understand." Zhao Jinyuan sighed and habitually touched Xihe's hair like he did when they were children.
The carriage slowly drove into the pass. Xihe lifted the curtain, took a look, and then put it down again.
That's all.
*
A hundred miles away,
"Someone is coming?" The man was dressed in black, with a high nose bridge and thin lips. He lowered his head slightly, his expression could not be seen clearly, and he was drawing something on the rice paper with a pen in one hand.
"My lord, as you said, the people have already entered the pass."
"Got it, go on." The man suddenly stopped writing. The painting was of a woman in red. He stared at the painting and suddenly smiled. "I don't know if my painting is realistic."
"If you want to know if it looks like it, why don't you go and see it yourself?"
Xiao Mingxuan suddenly looked up, his slender eyes looking straight outside the tent, only to see Nangong Yan slowly walking in with a folding fan in his hand. It seemed that time had been particularly kind to this man. After several years, his appearance seemed to have not changed at all, except for a few subtle sorrows.
Nangong Yan glanced at the table and said with a smile, "Over the years, you've asked me to collect portraits of the little princess, both openly and secretly, and you've even painted countless of them yourself, but you simply refuse to see her. Do you think there's something wrong with you?"
Xiao Mingxuan removed the painting, poured a cup of tea and drank it by himself, "It's not that I don't want to go, but... I don't dare. I'm afraid she will be angry."
He missed her so much, but he just didn't go to see her. Even when they reached the border, he didn't even leave the military camp. This is what it means to be homesick.
"Afraid? What's there to be afraid of? Let's not talk about what happened in the past ten years. Just think about the fact that you are raising an army to attack the border now. As long as that little girl doesn't come with a knife to stab you to death, you should be happy." Nangong Yan didn't know much about Xihe, but he knew a lot from Zhao Wanyu.
This girl has a clear sense of right and wrong, dares to love and hate, and is lawless. Maybe she is really capable of doing something like chopping someone with a knife.
Xiao Mingxuan sneered and said sarcastically, "You speak as if you have found Zhao Wanyu."
Nangong Yan's expression faded, and his brows showed more worry. "Is there any news about your people?"
Xiao Mingxuan shook his head, "You can't even find someone close to the Flower Palace, and you expect me to do that?"
Nangong Yan was desperate and tried every possible means. Zhao Wanyu had been missing since the last battle, and it had been more than half a month. He had almost turned the city that the traveler mentioned upside down, but still couldn't find him.
"She is a border guard. She can't be too far away. She must be somewhere nearby and won't go far." Nangong Yan looked depressed, with slightly red eyes and a feeling of being soaked in despair all over his body, as if every word and sentence was peeled off from his flesh and blood.
Xiao Mingxuan glanced at the other person indifferently.
In his memory, Mr. Nangong was a master strategist and a romantic man, but in just half a month he had become like this, which was not in line with the legendary Palace Master Lihua.
"If the princess deliberately wants to hide, none of us will be able to find her."
Zhao Wanyu has been at the border for many years and is as familiar with this place as her own home. If she wants to hide her tracks, no one can do anything to her.
"I know she doesn't want to see me, but... I want to see her." Nangong Yan's voice was hoarse, and his reaction was a little slow. "If I had been more careful that day, she wouldn't have found out, and this situation wouldn't have happened."
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