Chapter 135 Getting married?
The rain outside finally subsided and seemed to be stopping.
Xihe looked at the mud on the gravel road ahead and asked slowly, "Is Mr. Nangong gone?"
Xiao Mingxuan nodded and said, "Let's go back to the barracks."
Some things are better not to be mentioned, because once you mention them, you will feel pain in your internal organs.
"My aunt's ashes are here with me, and he's willing to go back?"
Although Xihe stayed indoors these days, everything Nangong Yan did in the general's mansion was reported to her by the maid.
Over Zhao Wanyu's ashes, Nangong Yan and Zhao Chengning quarreled no less than ten times in just two or three days.
"I don't know either. Before he left, Mr. Nangong just told me that he had something he had to do and that he wanted to compensate the princess."
Nangong Yan had been acting crazy since Zhao Wanyu's death, but when he came to say goodbye to Xiao Mingxuan that day, he was remarkably normal. Except for the dark circles under his eyes and his depressed look, there was nothing wrong with him.
"Compensate my aunt?" Xihe sneered, "My aunt is gone, why would he compensate a ghost?"
Xiao Mingxuan tactfully said nothing more.
Zhao Wanyu's death is Xihe's Achilles' heel. Whoever touches it will die. Just look at Nangong Yan's half-dead appearance now to know the truth.
"Then you won't leave?"
Xiao Mingxuan shuddered and turned to meet Xihe's calm eyes, as if the warmth just now was just a dream.
"Xihe, your attitude that changes at any time is really uncomfortable." Xiao Mingxuan sometimes admired the girl's decisiveness, but sometimes felt heartbroken for her clarity of mind.
Xihe smiled knowingly, without any embarrassment on her face. "It's just a dream, it only takes a while. If it goes on for too long, I'm afraid I won't be able to tell the difference between dreams and reality."
She is also a human being and will crave a moment of tranquility, but... she always remembers who she is and what she should do.
The rain outside had stopped at some point, and the mixed smell of grass and soil after the rain filled my nostrils.
"The rain has stopped, it's time for you to leave."
Xiao Mingxuan didn't say anything. Instead, he picked a few leaves from the flower branch behind him and rubbed them in his palm.
After a long time, he said lightly: "I don't want to leave."
He finally met Xihe with great difficulty.
"Not leaving? Do you want to go back to Tianshuo with me?" Xihe said jokingly.
"No." Xiao Mingxuan refused without a second thought, then changed the subject and said, "Perhaps you can go with me to Beili and become my Princess Jing, or... my Queen."
Every aristocratic family in Beili wanted to marry their daughter to Xiao Mingxuan as his principal wife. Once, tired of being told so, he announced to the public that he was already married and that Prince Jing's wife was someone else who had simply been traveling abroad for years.
But it’s not nonsense. After all, in his heart, the only person sitting in this position can be Xihe.
Xihe didn't refuse directly. Instead, she looked at Xiao Mingxuan with a half-smile, "Do you think... is it possible?"
Xiao Mingxuan looked at it carefully for a while, laughed, and turned his head.
No one can let go, and no one can truly give in. It's just love that makes the relationship more entangled.
"Let's go back early." Xihe slowly stood up with the help of Liangzi, not bothering to care about the dust on her clothes. She took her purse and took two steps forward. "The rain has stopped, it's time to get going."
Xiao Mingxuan suddenly asked, "When will you return to Tianshuo?"
"About half a month later."
Now that Zhao Wanyu is gone, the border has lost its backbone. Zhao Chengning and Zhao Jinyuan are princes and cannot stay here for long.
According to Zhao Chengning, news came from the imperial city that day, and it seemed that a general had been chosen to take over, and he would arrive in about half a month.
"By the way, I remember your birthday seems to be coming soon." Xihe suddenly remembered this.
Xiao Mingxuan hummed, "Next month, August 15th."
He reached out and touched the jade pendant on his chest, a smile slowly forming on his lips.
"I didn't have time to celebrate your birthday, so I wish you a happy birthday in advance." Xihe sighed, a hint of loneliness in her words, "Xiao Mingxuan, I wish you to ascend to the throne and get what you want. I wish you to survive in troubled times... and have a smooth life."
Xiao Mingxuan pondered these words over and over again in his heart, and suddenly smiled and said, "Then why don't you wish me a beautiful wife and concubines, and enjoy all the prosperity in the world."
"Shut up! Don't make me beat you up."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Mingxuan laughed out loud.
His little girl has always been like this. If you force her to say something she doesn't want to say, she will bite you if you force her into it.
"My little girl has started to become like that group of people, speaking half truth and half lies, making it difficult for me to tell the difference."
"Then just treat it all as fake." This was Xihe's usual style. If he couldn't tell the truth from the false, he would treat it all as fake. "But the last sentence is true."
Xihe slowly turned around and smiled at him, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection, "I was born in troubled times, and my life will be smooth."
Xiao Mingxuan also smiled and lowered his head. He suddenly didn't dare to look into Xihe's eyes, as if all his conspiracies had nowhere to hide.
"You know, without you, how can it be considered smooth?"
All he wanted in his life was these two things: power and her.
Why should we give up one of them?
Xihe turned around, walked out of the pavilion, and disappeared among the flowers and plants. A long and lingering sound mixed with the raindrops falling from the pavilion came, with a bit of erraticness.
"Then... except me."
*
Xiao Mingxuan left, and Xihe did not see him off.
Since he couldn't leave for the time being, Xihe simply settled down and went to the market behind every day, waiting for the new general to take over.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Xihe was sent by Zhao Jinyuan to bring soup to Zhao Chengning. As soon as she entered the room, she saw Zhao Chengning fiddling with a red wedding dress. "Brother, do you have a girl you like?"
Zhao Chengning rolled his eyes at her in annoyance. It was ridiculous for a grown man to sew with a needle. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. The usually good-tempered Zhao Chengning put the wedding dress on the table and slumped in the chair. "What does it have to do with me? This is for you."
"Me?" Xihe was confused. "When was I going to get married? How come I didn't know about it?"
Could it be that I am going to get married quietly?
What the hell?
Zhao Chengning thrust the embroidery needle into the ball of thread beside her. Her movements were quite skillful, and it looked like she had been doing it for several days. "I'm not asking you to get married now. Even if you wanted to, your father wouldn't let you go. He might even break your legs and that bastard's legs."
"..." Xihe glanced speechlessly at Zhao Chengning, who was watching the fun and making trouble, and couldn't help but snatch the soup that he was about to put into his mouth, "I won't give you any!"
“…”
Seeing his sister about to explode, Zhao Chengning quickly soothed her, "It was indeed prepared for you, but not now. My mother said there's a custom in their hometown where everyone in the family, regardless of gender or age, sews a few stitches on the wedding dress of a married woman, making some designs or something. When the woman wears the dress, it represents that her family will always be her support. That's why mother chose the best fabric and made it one by one."
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