Chapter 75 Returning to China, he was pregnant with He Jiyue's child, so how could he...
As soon as he heard Zheliu mention He Jiuyue, Xiaobai started chattering like a clockwork.
"Are you talking about He Da Sima? That's absolutely relevant. The unrest in the capital was caused by He Da Sima. Don't you know..."
"noob!"
Xiaobai was talking excitedly when Dugu Qiu suddenly rode up from the front of the group and asked, "What are you doing standing here in the snow?"
Wen Zheliu raised his hand slightly.
"I asked him to stop."
Only then did he realize that Wen Zheliu, who was hiding in the carriage to avoid the snow, had poked his head out of the carriage at some point. Dugu Qiu was startled and hurriedly held the umbrella over Wen Zheliu's head.
When ordinary people get caught in the snow, they just shake it off before entering the house.
It can be heard that Zhe Liu is so weak that he cannot even withstand the wind.
"Sir, why are you out in the snow? If there is anything, just ask Xiaobai to inform my subordinates." She lowered her eyebrows.
"Dugu Qiu, you disobeyed my orders and wanted to travel overnight, that's not a bad idea."
Wen Zheliu narrowed his eyes slightly and changed the subject: "However, if you want to leave so hastily even at such a price that makes me uncomfortable, you must explain the reason to me clearly."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud thunder, which exploded with a "boom".
It was that heart-wrenching thunder again.
It's snowing and thunder is rare to me, so why did I encounter it tonight?
The thunder is so loud.
Unfortunately, the person who always comforted him during thunderstorms was not by his side.
His heart was trembling, but he didn't show it on his face when he heard Zheliu.
He spoke at a steady pace, his thin lips twisted into a straight line that would rather break than bend. Even after listening to two or three sentences, it was impossible to figure out what he was thinking. He truly deserved the title of "master".
"I acted without authorization and deserved to be punished. Thank you, sir, for your generosity and forgiving me."
According to etiquette, Dugu Qiu should kneel down to express his gratitude, but it was snowing, and if he knelt in the snow pile, his knees would be numb.
Dugu Qiu didn't dare to delay the return to Xiyue because of himself. Hearing that Zhe Liu didn't seem to blame him immediately, he got off the horse and saluted respectfully while holding an umbrella.
"The story of the unrest in the capital all started with Grand Marshal He. When the young master left the capital, Grand Marshal He tried to stop him at the city gates, but to no avail. He then sent people to various parts of the Central Plains to search for him, but still couldn't get any information, so he went and forced the palace."
His sharp ears suddenly caught the words "force the palace" and he was surprised to hear the willow being broken.
Force the emperor to abdicate? He Jiyue actually threatened Emperor Jingming for his whereabouts?
On the surface, he was just He Jiuyue's husband-to-be.
Behind the scenes, he is the prince of her enemy country.
He didn't deserve this from her.
Dugu Qiu was still talking, but Wen Zheliu lost interest in listening and raised his hand to interrupt him.
"So now, the Central Plains has a new emperor?"
"Not yet." Dugu Qiu stated the conclusion first, then turned back to explain it to him in detail.
"Grand Marshal He imprisoned Emperor Jingming, but she didn't immediately usurp the throne. She simply came to the cliff to trace you. On her way back, she engaged in a fight with the various princes. I boldly speculate that she is using the emperor to control the princes."
He lowered his eyes when he heard the willow being cut.
He also speculated that "he used the emperor to command the princes."
However, it is not possible to keep Emperor Jingming He Feng, nor to remove him.
If you stay, it will be difficult to get rid of the roots.
If He Jiuyue wants to use Emperor Jingming, it may not be enough.
The late emperor passed the throne to his second daughter He Feng. As the daughter of the late emperor's eldest daughter, He Jiuyue's ascension to the throne was ultimately not legitimate.
But now he is in a difficult situation and can't even save himself.
How to gain a firm foothold in Xiyue before the baby is born is a mystery with no answer. How can I spare the time to worry about He Jiuyue?
But He Jiuyue is his sweetheart, and his heart is with her, so how can he not care about her?
"I understand. Let's go."
Wen Zheliu waved his sleeves to retract the carriage, and whispered the word "slow".
"Dugu Qiu, send someone to keep a close eye on Zhongyuan Garden. If there's any information related to He Da Sima, pass it on promptly... If there's any delay, you'll be held accountable."
Dugu Qiu's body stiffened: "Yes."
Although the journey back to Xiyue was long, there were no checkpoints along the way, so it was relatively smooth. It was a month later that Wen Zheliu and his party arrived in Xiyue.
"Sir, are you okay?"
Wen Zheliu had just arrived and had not yet had a moment to rest in the Eastern Palace to relieve the fatigue of the journey when he followed Dugu Qiu to pay a visit to his biological mother, Situ Yun.
The nausea that had always been stuck in his chest eased a little, but his belly grew bigger and bigger with the passing of time.
The belt of the corset also needs to be tied tighter.
It always made him feel a little breathless.
But to meet Situ Yun, he had to be fully armed.
He only had the title of Prince of Xiyue, and had only a vague understanding of the government of Xiyue. If he wanted to control the entire Xiyue, he would inevitably need Situ Yun's guidance.
But Situ Yun had been the emperor for decades, so he was very cunning.
If he relaxes his guard or reveals even the slightest flaw, he could be doomed.
This slightly bulging belly must not be exposed.
"I heard that you are breaking the willow branches and come to see the Queen Mother."
Wen Zheliu lifted up the hem of his clothes and knocked them to the ground.
Situ Yun raised his hand to let him get up. His actions were kind, but his words were not necessarily so.
"Since you are coming back to inherit the throne of Xiyue, you must take the surname Situ. Why do you call yourself Wen Zheliu?"
The people of Xiyue have high noses and thick eyebrows. It is easy for men to be beautiful, and women are no less beautiful. Even though Situ Yun is nearly forty years old, he still has the charm of three-part features and five-eyes. It's just that he has been in a high position for a long time, so compared with others, he has a bit more dignity without anger.
Wen Zheliu remained calm and bowed down.
"Your Majesty is right. Your son shall take the surname Situ. As for my given name and given courtesy name, I will take your leave."
His face was without any makeup, and he looked like a lotus emerging from pure water, naturally unpretentious, and his attitude was submissive. When Situ Yun heard his soft voice, like the tinkling of a spring, her heart softened.
"My son has grown up. This time, I have finally experienced the feeling of being in his arms.
"Although your surname should be changed to Situ, your given name and courtesy name should also be changed. However, your given name and courtesy name have been with you for eighteen years, and you are weak. Changing them hastily may cause conflict and would not be a good idea. So, keep them as they are and just change your surname."
Wen Zheliu's eyes narrowed: "Zheliu thanks the Queen Mother."
"You are not young anymore. Just tell the Queen Mother what kind of girl you like."
Situ Yun raised an eyebrow and handed the list to the maid beside her, asking her to pass it to Wen Zheliu. "Although they are marrying above their station, as a man, you are lucky enough to be able to choose your own wife. The women on this list are not bad, and there are even portraits attached. Take a look."
Wen Zheliu's heart tightened when he heard it.
As she said, he was a man, and being able to ascend to the throne as an exception was a choice that Situ Yun had no choice but to make. In order to win over the major families in Xiyue, Situ Yun would most likely marry him off.
But he has his heart secretly in her, how can he marry someone else?
He didn't reach out to take it, but knelt down with a thud.
"Please forgive me, my son, Madam Queen, for my country's prosperity and the people's well-being. I have no intention of getting married at the moment."
Situ Yun narrowed his eyes, and his yellow pupils showed a look of scrutiny.
"Zheliu, perhaps in the Central Plains, you relied on the favor of your father and your adoptive mother and thought that you could ignore the words of your mother and father and the matchmaker when it came to marriage.
"If you were a man from an ordinary family, it would be fine, but you are my son, and your marriage is not up to you."
"It's not up to him," indeed.
But he is pregnant with He Jiuyue's child, so how can he marry someone else?
The two of them held each other for a moment, and finally Situ Yun gave in first.
"It took you over two months to return to Xiyue. You must be tired from all the traveling. The Queen Mother ordered six new osmanthus trees to be planted in the East Palace. The new master has arrived, adding to the palace's elegance. If there is nothing else important to report, you may return to the East Palace and rest.
"We'll discuss the marriage at the welcoming banquet tomorrow. The daughters of all the families will be there, and you might meet them. Who knows, you might have other thoughts."
What could he be thinking? What could he be thinking?
When it comes to marriage, you can't avoid it even if you try. You can only delay it for as long as possible.
He always hung around Situ Yun, which inevitably made Situ Yun remember him. He turned around and left. Situ Yun was busy with other things and no longer worried about this matter. He also had some peace and quiet.
"Thank you for your concern, Queen Mother. I will take my leave."
"Don't leave in such a hurry." Situ Yun waved to the waiter standing beside him, "Come here, please take a seat."
We still have to sit and talk? Didn’t we just finish chatting?
Wen Zheliu carefully looked at Situ Yun's expression and slowly sat down on the wooden chair.
"...What else does the Queen Mother want?"
Situ Yun took a sip of tea, his expression indifferent: "No hurry, drink some tea and wait for Master Kong Xuan to come. She has said before that she must see you when you go to Xiyue."
Meeting the Xiyue Imperial Preceptor? It would be better than interacting with other women of marriageable age.
At this moment, the heavy snow has just stopped and the sky is clear. The sunlight is so bright that it makes people unable to open their eyes. The sunlight shines through the bright paper pasted on the window, making it even brighter.
Wen Zheliu originally had an outstanding temperament, and at this moment, the faint golden light gathered on her fair skin, making her look even more extraordinary.
Even his long, thick eyelashes cast a small shadow on his lower eyelid, which flickered like the fine feathers on a goose feather fan, making people feel itchy.
When an ordinary woman sees him, her heart will melt into water.
Even He Jiuyue, who was not interested in men, couldn't help but be disturbed when they met. She gently stroked his cheek and sighed in his ear.
Vixen.
Wen Zheliu was lowering his eyes, waiting for the Imperial Master to come, when he suddenly felt a pain at the tip of his finger.
When he lowered his head, his eyes met with a large emerald green turtle.
There's actually a turtle walking around freely in the imperial palace?
"Prince, Lu Fu likes you very much."
A middle-aged woman with a kind face walked in slowly. Her steps were light and graceful, as if she was floating in. She walked from the outside in, and it seemed as if her toes did not touch the ground.
The person serving her was wearing Taoist robes and could move freely in the palace. He was probably Imperial Master Kong Xuan.
The "Green Blessing" she mentioned should be this green turtle.
“Who is this…?”
Wen Zheliu had some guesses in his mind, but out of courtesy, he turned his head and asked Situ Yun a question.
Situ Yun really said, "This is the Imperial Master."
The Imperial Preceptor bowed, then looked at Wen Zheliu with a smile that made the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes ripple: "Prince, you are a blessed man."
"Thank you for the compliment, Imperial Master."
Wen Zheliu stood up to salute, but was held down by Master Xuankong, who said, "You are weak, so it is inconvenient for you to kneel for too long. Just sit down and return the salute."
Situ Yun couldn't stop laughing.
"It's truly rare to have the Imperial Master personally acknowledge that I'm 'blessed'. However, even though I'm blessed, could you please give me some details about my son's marriage?"
Imperial Preceptor Xuankong stared at Wen Zheliu's face and narrated, "Your Majesty, the woman the Crown Prince is marrying is the most noble woman in the world. Her beauty and talent are both top-notch. Most importantly, she is devoted to the Crown Prince."
"The most noble woman"?
Wen Zheliu blushed quietly.
He Jiuyue seized the throne from Emperor Jingming, and he gave her the position of Emperor of Xiyue. Wouldn't she be the most honorable person in the world?
Zhenzhen he is her husband, and their marriage is destined by heaven.
"When will this woman appear?" Situ Yun asked.
"The woman has appeared." Master Xuankong replied.
"What do you think about offspring?" Situ Yun asked.
She had no children and had only Wen Zheliu for decades. Wen Zheliu was not only a man, but also half Central Plains blood.
But she didn't want the benefits to go to outsiders, even if they were relatives, so she attached great importance to whether there would be descendants to inherit the Xiyue Kingdom.
"The Crown Prince and this woman will marry, and they will be in perfect harmony. Soon, they will give birth to a daughter. This girl is smart and capable, and can inherit the throne." The Imperial Master frowned as he spoke, "But there is one strange thing."
Situ Yun leaned forward slightly: "Go ahead."
"This child should have already..."
Wen Zheliu was listening to the "harp and zither chords" and "cleverness", and his heart felt as sweet as if he had been drunk with honey wine. However, when he suddenly caught sight of the "strangeness" behind the national teacher, he was so scared that a thin layer of cold sweat formed on his back.
After hearing what Master Xuankong said next, he felt even more trembling in his heart.
“Ahem!”
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