Nan Lingqin spoke sternly.
"certainly."
The masked man smiled slightly, then waved his hand behind him, and immediately the men in black came forward.
"Of course, we also need the Northern Emperor's cooperation to withdraw his 200,000 troops."
The masked man spoke again.
Nan Lingqin looked at him and asked, "Isn't there also my Southern Qi's 200,000-strong army?"
"Indeed, clever and quick-witted."
"What if not?"
The one who spoke was Lan Xinyue, who was cold and indifferent, but extremely unwilling to admit defeat.
"Oh, Miss Lan?"
"Exactly."
"Let her go. She's of no use to you, and I don't want to cause myself any more trouble."
Xu Yiran then stepped in front of Lan Xinyue, her face cold. Her expression didn't suggest she was helping Lan Xinyue; rather, it gave the impression that she was simply trying to avoid trouble.
The masked man glanced at Xu Yiran and said, "Are you trying to take over the Lan family for your own use?"
Xu Yiran did not answer, leaving it unclear whether she was denying or agreeing.
...
Two days later, Nan Lingqin appeared in Beirong Palace City. With a wave of her arm, the 200,000-strong army of Southern Qi retreated like a tide.
At the same time, the 200,000-strong Beirong army, located 500 miles away, also retreated at an extremely rapid pace.
Upon receiving the message, Nan Fenghuang and Yu Qingyi, hidden among the crowd, looked at Nan Lingqin standing beside Xu Ran atop the palace, their expressions complex.
“Nan Lingqin shouldn’t be standing under the Beirong City gate, nor should she be standing next to Xu Yiran. There’s something wrong with her.”
“It’s not just that there are problems. Southern Qi withdrew its troops, and Northern Rong also withdrew its troops, but the fact is that the palace is still under Xu Yiran’s control. I’m wondering if the taciturn guy has also been captured.” Yu Qingyi said with a solemn expression.
"It's highly likely that Nan Lingqin is alright. If Yuwen Yao is also alive, he won't let her be in danger. I need to go and save her."
As soon as Nan Fenghuang finished speaking, Yu Qingyi grabbed her arm.
"I know you want to disagree. But what gives you the right to disagree?"
"Can't I marry you? If I marry you, I'll naturally take care of your affairs from now on."
Nan Fenghuang was taken aback, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked at Yu Qingyi, "But that's my sister."
"Sister Qin is so capable. Look at her. She has a calm and aloof expression and moves like the wind. She is not being controlled. This most likely means that Xu Yiran is threatening her with something to make her do this unconventional thing."
Nan Fenghuang's eyes narrowed. "That's right. Yuwen Yao isn't so easy to capture. Could it be some kind of deadly threat?"
Yu Qingyi suddenly fell silent, and after a moment, he said again, "Have you noticed that ever since Nanling City appeared on the city wall, the guards of the entire palace have become more lax?"
"Found it."
"Let's go to Prince Qing's mansion."
Meanwhile, in the shadows of the crowd, several other people were also watching secretly.
It was Bai Yu, Nie Zui'er, and Suanpizi.
"I didn't expect it to turn out like this."
Suanpizi's expression flickered, and he sighed a few times, "I never expected that the young master would turn out like this, and Miss Lingqin..."
"No, Yuwen Yao will definitely save her."
"Why are you so sure? If the Northern Emperor could save Miss Lingqin, why would he put her in such a dangerous situation? There must be some kind of leverage that has fallen into your hands, young master."
Bai Yu looked at Suanpizi and said, "You've been following your young master for so many years, and you still don't understand him."
"Ha, if I could understand it, I would have been injured and then rescued by you guys."
Bai Yu shrugged and sighed.
"You're right."
As the group was talking, a voice suddenly rang out behind them. The three of them turned around at the same time and frowned when they saw who it was.
...
Beirong Palace.
Nan Lingqin and Xu Yiran walked side by side under the long palace eaves. A ray of warm winter sun peeked out from the clouds, reflecting off the glazed tiles and making them shimmer like scattered gold, but it seemed unable to penetrate their cold hearts.
"Spring night will arrive in a few days. Do you think it will snow that day?"
In the silence, Nan Lingqin spoke softly, her tone light, her face as cold as ice.
Xu Guairan glanced at her, then suddenly looked away. "How do you want to spend New Year's Eve? I can have someone prepare it."
Upon hearing this, Nan Lingqin's expression turned cold, and her tone became icy, "Xu Yiran, things have come to this point, do we still need to play games between us? You should know what my purpose is in saying this."
"Just stay put for now and stay by my side."
"When do you plan to release An Shangning? Who is that person in the mask? Is he really worth all this trouble...?"
"Xiao Qin, you've wronged me."
Xu Yiran suddenly interrupted her, seemingly angry.
The atmosphere was tense, but Nan Lingqin remained unyielding. "Who exactly is he?"
Nan Lingqin asked again, but Xu Yiran's expression suddenly darkened. "This is not something you should know."
"How is Danling?"
"……nature."
"You hesitated when you answered my question just now. Does that mean he's not a good person?"
"Don't ask anymore." Xu Yiran's tone clearly showed displeasure. She glanced at Nan Lingqin and turned to leave.
"Now that you have occupied Beirong Palace, why not just ascend the throne? What other purpose do you have in mind?"
Nan Lingqin's voice came from behind, neither too loud nor too soft. However, Xu Yiran merely lowered her brows slightly, without pausing for a moment, and did not reply.
Xiao Qin, if he can risk his life for you, then I can become a demon for you. Hell awaits me, but all I want is for you to be well.
"Nan Lingqin, prepare to die."
Suddenly, a cold light flashed in the air, and a sword light, icy cold, came straight towards Nan Lingqin's back.
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