Chapter 350 A Counterattack, Something Serious Has Happened
Zhao Mingyan was suddenly outmaneuvered by her.
When Ji Qingwu said this, his face was full of righteous indignation, and he had the air of an imperial censor who was giving advice to him at the morning court.
It really doesn't make sense. If people heard it, they would think that this emperor was a foolish ruler. It's even more ridiculous than the absurd records in unofficial histories.
Zhao Mingyan's eyes flickered, unsure of what to do with her.
Ji Qingwu looked down at Emperor Wusu and observed his expression. It seemed that the Emperor was beginning to soften. However, he still couldn't provoke him too much and had to smooth things over with him.
She sat down again, placed Yuan Heng on her lap, and hugged him in her arms.
"His Majesty came alone, incognito, not as the Emperor. He came under cover of darkness to retrieve the child's father."
Ji Qingwu tapped Yuan Heng's little face and said, "This is not some little prince, but a child who has not seen his mother for a long time."
Yuan Heng's dark eyes brightened, and he nodded in agreement.
Zhao Mingyan was fairly satisfied with her description of the family, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, and asked, "Then what are you?"
Ji Qingwu said, "Me? I am..."
She hesitated for a moment and said, "My own mother who remarried into another family."
Yuan Heng continued to nod in agreement, believing that whatever his mother said was right.
The father, in a fit of anger, took the child away with him under his arm.
Ji Qingwu stood alone in the empty house, sadly opening the small bundle left by Yuan Heng, folding the clothes inside, and putting them away.
In the middle of the night, Ji Qingwu took out the clothes from the box again, placed them beside her pillow, and was just about to fall asleep.
Someone knocked on the gate of Xinyuantang.
Lanzhi and Xuemei's voices were clearly audible in the night.
Ji Qingwu put on a robe, got out of bed, walked to the door, opened it a crack, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Lanzhi jogged back, saying helplessly, "It's still someone from Prince Yong's mansion."
I already sent Miss Wu over during the day, and now they're sending someone to invite her again in the middle of the night.
Upon hearing that it was Prince Yong, Ji Qingwu felt relieved. Prince Yong was known for his tendency to overreact, so it was probably nothing serious.
But she was also afraid that something terrible might happen.
The messenger was Eunuch Changlu, who served Prince Yong. He said hurriedly, "This time, something really terrible has happened!"
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The North.
The desolation of autumn is fully displayed here, with the majestic sunset and yellow sands swirling up the black flags of the Northern Li people.
The news that Emperor Wusu had regained consciousness in the morning did not reach the military camp until late in the evening.
Yuchi Lianping kicked open the tent door, and half of the tent's frame was smashed apart.
"No matter how happy General Yuchi is, he should not have disturbed the military tent."
Wei Ting put down the military book and looked intently at the tall and strong figure at the door.
Yuchi Lianping casually took off his helmet and placed it on the table, bringing with him a lot of sand and dust.
He laughed and said, "The Emperor has woken up! Such wonderful news! I couldn't help but come and celebrate with General Wei!" He then placed a jar of wine that he was carrying in his right hand on the table.
Wei Ting watched as the clean and tidy tabletop was instantly covered with dust from outside, and the kicked-down military tent door was still letting sand and dust blow into the tent.
He took a deep breath of the dusty air; the candlelight in front of him flickered, and he could no longer concentrate on his book.
Wei Ting stated directly: "No matter how agitated the general is, he shouldn't have kicked my tent door."
Yuchi Lianping waved his hand and said with a smile, "General Wei, you're too kind. There's no need for us to distinguish between 'yours' and 'mine'."
After saying this, he summoned the deputy general at the door and ordered the soldiers to repair the tent door.
Today, having received good news, Yuchi Lianping found Wei Ting much more pleasing to the eye.
In recent days, although the Xijin army has repeatedly come to provoke and cause trouble, the casualties on both sides have not been many.
Because Xijin didn't dare to really charge forward yet.
Yuchi Lianping knew that, firstly, because Wei Ting was in charge, and secondly, if it came to underhanded tactics, no one could be more capable than the General Zhenbei in front of him, who had a gentle smile on his lips.
Furthermore, Xijin was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for news of the death of the Northern Li emperor.
Even if he and Wei Ting were there, the morale of the Northern army would collapse.
Yuchi Lianping looked around the tent and found bowls and chopsticks on the shelf above the bed.
He strode over to get it, and caught a glimpse of a potted plant on the top row, green with a touch of red. He exclaimed in surprise, "General Wei has such refined tastes, keeping flowers and plants even in the military camp."
Moreover, the soil was still moist, and the upright, pointed leaves were free of any dust, as if they had just been carefully tended.
Wei Ting ignored his words and said, "I have already written a letter and sent it back to Lin'an by the post station official."
With a flick of his sleeve, Yuchi Lianping swept away the dust he had brought from the table, placed two large bowls on the table, and filled them with the wine he had brought.
He pushed the wine towards him: "Did General Wei send a memorial to the Emperor to apologize?"
Wei Ting gave him a disgruntled look: "Couldn't it be a letter from home?"
Yuchi Lianping took a big gulp and said with satisfaction, "The wine from the north is really flavorful, even stronger than the wine from Lin'an."
Wei Ting picked up the large bowl, took a sip, and felt as if his throat was being stabbed repeatedly with a small knife.
This liquor can't even be described as strong; it's practically burning hot.
Yuchi Lianping quickly finished his bowl, then filled his cup again and said, "General Wei, now that the Emperor has woken up, based on my understanding of him, you should prepare the divorce papers as soon as possible."
Upon hearing the word "divorce," Wei Ting froze, his hand holding the wine bowl still.
Then, he took a swig of wine, and the burning sensation from his throat to his stomach made him frown, his handsome face contorting for a moment.
"General Yuchi, since when did you start meddling in other people's family affairs?"
Yuchi Lianping said, "I don't like to meddle in these things, but I think you are capable and have the talent of a general. Don't let a woman cause a rift with the Emperor, or you'll end up..."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Ting understood what he meant.
But understanding the meaning behind Yuchi Lianping's words, he chuckled and didn't reply.
"She's just a woman; there's no need for a power struggle between ruler and subject. General Wei is so handsome and dashing; he's sure to find someone better—someone more delicate, someone more beautiful..."
Yu Chi Lianping rolled his eyes, and after a long while, he said with difficulty, "Although it's not easy to find, it's definitely possible. I'll keep an eye out for it for you."
Once the burning sensation in his stomach subsided, Wei Ting slowly revealed the other person's true feelings.
"I think the general wants to end the war as soon as possible and return to the capital to reunite with the princess."
Yuchi Lianping was drinking when he heard this and choked on his drink, realizing that Yuchi Lianping had guessed his intentions.
He was afraid that Wei Ting might have developed a grudge against Emperor Wu Su, and that Wei Ting might cause trouble in the remote northern border region, preventing him from returning home to reunite with his wife and children.
Wei Ting glanced at him and said, "If Ji Changlin wants to rekindle his romance with Princess Huachang, would you be willing, General?"
What happened back then was no secret in Lin'an, and no one expected that the eldest princess would eventually marry this roughneck.
He advised others that there were plenty of women in the world, and it was just that this woman hadn't come along yet.
Yuchi Lianping slammed the wine bowl on the table, causing the sand and soil to shake.
He roared angrily, "To hell with him! If Ji Changlin dares to return from Southern Chu and dares to appear before the Princess, I'll go back and chop him up right now!"
Wei Ting shook his head almost imperceptibly, picked up the wine bowl and poured the rest into his mouth. The wine slid down his chin, over his Adam's apple, and into his cold armor.
It was supposed to be a spicy wine, but it tasted bitter.
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