“Summon Meng Jiujiu, the lord of the border city, back to the capital and appoint him as the fifth-rank Imperial Censor.”
Although some ministers may have felt that the official position was too high, the person had indeed made contributions, and there were always some ministers who were favored by His Majesty.
He wasn't some treacherous official, so no one said much about it.
Nan Ye and his group quickly headed towards the border of the Southern Dynasty. Once they were outside the Southern Dynasty, they would be safe and have no more worries.
Suddenly, a group of people came chasing after them from behind.
Nan Ye was secretly furious. This brat Nan Lin was too fast; he had found out so quickly.
No wonder he stumbled on him time and time again.
Suddenly, a flurry of sword flashes and shadows appeared as the two sides clashed instantly, disrupting even the airflow.
Nan Ye was shocked by the martial arts skills of these people. In no time, most of his men had been lost, and it seemed that it was impossible to keep his position a secret.
then……
Nan Ye cut his finger and muttered something under his breath. He then looked at the person in the lead.
But they found that the person remained unmoved.
What's going on? How can it not work? That can't be!
Just as Nan Ye was about to try again, a cold blade came hurtling towards him. He only had time to dodge to the side before the blade flashed into his eyes.
Blood splattered everywhere.
"No—" A roar pierced the sky.
"My arm, my arm."
What came into view on the ground was a severed arm spurting blood.
"Master, Master, let's go quickly, or it will be too late!" Someone loyally protected their master and pulled Nanye away.
Nan Ye snapped out of his daze upon hearing this and desperately pushed forward, but in his heart he roared to the heavens: Nan Lin, you and I are sworn enemies. If I don't avenge this, I will not be worthy of being human.
On the contrary, the group of pursuers, for some reason, stopped chasing them and let them go.
The Southern Dynasty Imperial Palace.
The messenger reported, "Your Majesty, the Prince does indeed use witchcraft. We cut off one of his arms and fled in panic."
Nan Lin was deep in thought. He had heard before that the ancestors of the Southern Dynasty were defectors from the Wu tribe, but he had never believed it before, thinking it was just a rumor.
But now it seems that it's not that simple; we need to investigate further.
As for Nanye, let's take his arm as interest first, and let him go to the Witch Clan to see the cruelty of the world.
He wouldn't let anyone who tried to harm Yue'er get away with it.
"Did his witchcraft work on you?"
"useless."
Nanlin was very satisfied; it was exactly as expected.
When the witches perform witchcraft, they do so by looking into the eyes of the person being targeted.
Lin Yuan was blind, so how could he possibly perform any tricks?
"Alright, I understand. You've done well. You may leave."
"Yes, I'll take my leave."
After removing those malignant tumors, the Southern Dynasty was finally safe, and he could finally give Yue'er a peaceful and worry-free country.
border town.
Everyone was reluctant to part with the city lord when they received the news that His Majesty was summoning him back to the capital. Such a good leader is a rare sight indeed!
It was she who protected the border for them, shielding it from the invasion of the Southern Dynasty, the trampling of soldiers, and the humiliation of the powerful and wealthy.
But everyone knew that the adults were going back to get promoted, so how could they stop them?
Therefore, on the day Meng Jiujiu left, everyone—commoners, gentry, soldiers, and the wealthy—lined the streets to see her off.
Looking at these people, Meng Jiujiu couldn't help but feel deeply moved.
These people are all flesh and blood, with feelings and righteousness.
They will do everything they can to come back to anyone who treats them well.
Look, they're sending her food and supplies everywhere. They know she doesn't need anything, but they still brought it. This is the best they have; it's their way of showing their love and care.
Looking at these fresh and large fruits, one can tell that they must have been carefully selected. What makes her so special?
"Thank you for the blind dates. Please take these things back and eat more."
Immediately, a chorus of voices rang out, "Sir, please eat. We have more."
"Please take these to Kyoto, sir. They are all local specialties."
"This is a token of our appreciation; please accept it, sir."
"Yes, yes, we won't feel at ease if the adults don't take it."
Meng Jiujiu had no choice but to accept it; if she hadn't, she doubted she would have been able to leave this city.
"I'm leaving now, so please don't see me off any further."
Meng Jiujiu sat back in the carriage, and the carriage procession moved forward.
Despite saying that, the people still silently followed behind, following the carriage all the way to the city gate.
Before leaving the city gate, Meng Jiujiu lifted the carriage curtain and glanced back. All the people were waving to her, and some of them were even wiping away tears.
Seeing this scene, Meng Jiujiu felt bad. She had never experienced such intense and undisguised emotions before.
In the past, everyone in her family urged her to climb higher and higher, and no one ever talked to her about feelings.
Even mothers are like that.
Everyone had high hopes for her, like a mountain pressing down on her, making it hard for her to breathe.
Only training, training, and more training.
Meng Jiujiu couldn't help but think that if she didn't make this her ideal, her dream, and the goal she would strive for in her life, she would probably be crushed by it.
If she likes it, she can convince herself that she is fighting for herself.
Otherwise, they would really go crazy.
Looking back at these people, things are different now; there are people who care about her and love her.
Even if it's just for a moment, even if we may never see each other again.
It is precisely because it has never been obtained that it is so precious.
Hopefully, the next city lord will treat them well.
But the obsession with climbing upwards was ingrained in her very being. Whether it was her true ideal or not, it was already part of her very being, and could not be removed; she could only strive upwards.
Perhaps the day her wish comes true will be the day she gives up.
But that's not necessarily true. Maybe this time she's sincere, and it's for their sake?
They should speak out for the people and for their own ambitions, family interests, and interests.
Meng Jiujiu and her group had just left the border town not long ago.
They then noticed a sedan chair and several guards blocking the road ahead, seemingly waiting for someone.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, please make way," said the leader.
"We are here to await Lord Meng on orders."
"Wait a moment, allow me to inform the master."
The man knocked on the carriage. "Sir, there's a group of people ahead who say they're waiting for you here."
Meng Jiujiu frowned. Who could it be?
Meng Jiujiu stepped off the carriage and walked towards the group of people.
Before she even got close, a man jumped down from the sedan chair and pounced straight at her.
Startled, Meng Jiujiu quickly dodged away.
"Oh, Sister Meng, why are you avoiding her?"
Meng Jiujiu rubbed the goosebumps on her body. Why did this Zhang family brat follow us here?
What brings you here?
"I want to go to Kyoto with Sister Meng."
"No way," Meng Jiujiu immediately objected without hesitation.
“Why not? My mother already agreed,” Zhang Xiaotang pouted.
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