Under the rule of Yuwen Danling, Beirong enjoyed peace and prosperity, established a rigorous defense system, and maintained friendly relations with other countries.
In the same year, Prince Duanmu of Western Xia also ascended the throne, while Nangong Xingyun continued to rule Southern Qi.
He was having a major headache. One of his daughters had gone into seclusion in the mountains and disappeared without a trace, while the other had run away with the Prince of Beirong and hadn't sent him a single message.
He claimed he was going to persuade Yu Qingyi to come to Beirong, what a liar.
As for his most obedient and most talented son, Nan Qi Lie said the night before that he was going to inspect the border, but he disappeared early the next morning, leaving only a letter saying that he was going to travel all over the world. As for the future governance of the capital...
Let his father consider having another child while he's still young.
Nangong Xingyun was frustrated. He had transmigrated here and lived for more than 20 years, only to be betrayed by his own child in the end.
"Your Majesty, news has finally arrived regarding the eldest princess."
At this moment, a eunuch-looking man walked in from outside the hall, appearing quite excited.
Upon hearing this, Nangong Xingyun's face immediately lit up with joy. "Quick, tell me!"
The eunuch stepped forward and said, "The eldest princess said that they have already set off to return to the Yun clan. While sending back the 50,000 Yun clan members, they will also visit the Yun clan. Your Majesty, you don't need to worry."
"that's all?"
Nangong Xingyun was very unhappy to hear this.
The father-in-law nodded, thought about it seriously, and then said, "Oh, right, the princess also said..."
"say what?"
"It is said that... she may not be able to return to Southern Qi for the time being, so she asked the Emperor to... take care of his health."
"Not coming back? Then my little grandson will never see his grandfather again."
Nangong Xingyun suddenly stood up, his expression slightly furrowed, and he paced back and forth, looking rather petty.
My father-in-law was getting dizzy just looking at it.
"No, I must go to the Yun Clan too. I've never been to Chang'er's home, nor have I met her parents. I don't know how Ling Qin is doing, and there's also the child in her womb..."
Just as the eunuch was about to say something to stop him, he saw the Southern Emperor staring straight at him. "Can you tell me which way they're going?"
"Your Majesty, the princess has sent a letter from Bei Rong to the west, saying that the road to the Yun tribe has been opened there."
"good."
...
The sky was high and the clouds were white. On this spring day, the light was infinitely beautiful. After getting off the carriage, Nan Lingqin let Yuwen Yao hold her hand and they walked slowly.
At this moment, Nan Lingqin looked at the sky, then at Yuwen Yao, sighed, amused and helpless, "I say, Yuwen Yao, if we keep going like this, it will take a month to get there."
"You're carrying a heavy load, so be careful. The road is bumpy and broken, so walking is better. If you don't want to walk anymore, just lean against me, and I'll carry you."
Yuwen Yao looked at Nan Lingqin, his voice so gentle it was almost intoxicating, making Nan Lingqin feel as if she were floating on clouds.
Ever since the day she told Yuwen Yao she was pregnant, he truly treated her like a fragile treasure, holding her in his hands for fear of dropping her, and keeping her in his mouth for fear of melting her.
Just now, she said her back was a little sore from sitting in the carriage, so he immediately told Tingfeng to stop the carriage and accompany her to get off and walk. Once they started walking, they kept stopping and looking around, and they've been walking since noon. That's something else.
"Master, Madam, it's getting dark. Should we find a place to stay first?"
At this moment, Tingyu, who had been looking ahead, flew over to ask for instructions.
Nan Lingqin glanced at the sky and naturally agreed. To be honest, she was also extremely frustrated. She had opened the gate to the Yun Clan, but perhaps because of her pregnancy, she made a mistake and opened the gate a little too far.
As for the 50,000 Yun people, she had already told them about the far west, and they split into four groups and secretly headed there.
If everyone marches in unison, the people may panic.
Since the day Yuwen Yong died and the situation turned against him, she devised strategies for Yuwen Dan, and Beirong regained its former glory, even better than before.
Some things cannot be expressed or done; they can only be subtly and gradually felt in your heart.
She could clearly sense that the resentment that had been bound by Yuwen Shu for more than ten years was gradually disappearing from the face of that 50,000 Yun Clan members, and their brows and eyes were filled with an unprecedented peace.
Of course, although everything changed as expected, there was one thing that Nan Lingqin was still worried about.
For all these years, her maternal grandparents were unaware of the truth. Now that she has brought Yuwen Yao back, if they find out about this, they will object...
Ugh, headache!
To be honest, Nan Lingqin wasn't a pedantic person. More importantly, because of the cloud magic within her body, she was worried that if the child in her womb absorbed so much cloud magic, it might backfire. She had to consult her maternal grandparents about this.
When it was completely dark, the group of four checked into the inn.
The woman's beauty was exquisite; though she wore no makeup, it outshone even the brightest pearls. The man was tall and elegant, with a refined and scholarly air. As soon as he appeared, he naturally attracted many eyes.
"Oh, you two are here for our annual family reunion festival, right?"
"Festival of Reunion?"
Upon hearing this, Nan Lingqin became interested and, seeing the delighted look on Xiao Er's face, said, "Tell me about it."
"Ah, you two don't know, this Joyful Festival is the most joyous event in this city. It is held in spring, right on the most bustling riverside street. Flowers line the road, and couplets and riddles are hung along the way. Anyone who writes ten couplets and answers ten riddles correctly will receive a gift personally bestowed by the city lord of this city."
What gift?
"Tsk tsk tsk, this is the real treasure. This reward is never made public, but every year it amazes people and makes them extremely envious."
"What was it last year?"
Nan Lingqin asked again.
"Ten mansions."
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