Many of the people here were members of the White Lotus sect who fled to the grasslands.
Now, the left and right wings of the grasslands are divided, and war is imminent. These outsiders on the grasslands have to choose sides, and they will not have a good outcome.
After a harsh winter, most of the White Lotus followers who had fled to the grasslands froze to death.
Only a few highly skilled and ruthless individuals remain.
Some people suggested to Ma Ang that he should seek help from the feudal lords.
Ma Ang was somewhat tempted.
However, over the past year or so, the princes, generals, and assistant generals of Jin have either had their salaries revoked or been placed under house arrest, and the attitude of the imperial family and vassal states throughout the region has been remarkably consistent:
"I've already begged for forgiveness."
When they saw that a border general was trying to curry favor, they were too busy avoiding him to dare to provoke him.
However, some of the princes in Ningxia were persuaded, but their conditions were very harsh: they had to hand over Ma Ji to them.
Ma Ang's expression was uncertain, and after hesitating for a long time, he still went to find Ma Ji himself.
Are you sure you're carrying a dragon's child?
Maggie spat the sunflower seed shells out of her mouth at Ma Ang with disdain, laughing unrestrainedly.
"If you have any doubts, go and ask the emperor."
She laughed until tears streamed down her face.
Ma Ang didn't say anything more, nodded and left.
If the emperor wasn't sure the child was his, why would he allow the palace to pay money to redeem Ma Ji?
Maggie watched her brother's departing figure, still smiling, while tears streamed down her face.
In the eyes of the world, the "dragon seed" in her womb is far more important than she herself.
Everyone thought the emperor liked her, loved her, and doted on her.
But he let her be abused by other men without saying a word.
What does all her sincere devotion over the years amount to?!
She wanted to see what tricks they could pull off with this "dragon seed"!
...
Lu Xingjian hadn't received any news from the capital for a long time and was very worried.
When Meng Yue sent a letter saying that Su Wanwan had fallen ill, he wished he could set off for the capital immediately.
However, after much deliberation, he suppressed the idea and instead transferred Han Fu, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, who had been sent to Huguang to investigate Prince Rong, to Liaodong.
He didn't return to the capital until the twelfth lunar month.
As soon as you step into the entrance of Kunning Palace, you can smell a strong medicinal aroma.
Lu Xingjian walked faster and faster, entering the bedroom as if he were flying.
Su Wanwan was lying in bed.
Zhang Yong stood by the bed, while a young palace maid was tidying up the medicine bowl that had just been used.
Upon seeing him appear, the two quickly stepped aside and bowed.
Lu Xingjian's feet suddenly seemed to be rooted to the spot, and he couldn't move for a long time.
He looked at the excessively pale face on the bed and suddenly dared not approach.
When Mingming left, she was perfectly fine.
I never imagined her health would be this bad.
He had thought that he could find the antidote and cure her poison if he went to Liaodong.
That old hag from Yixing...
This is what the so-called royal family is all about; those who harm others are all members of the royal family.
Even the seemingly honest and timid Grand Princess of Yixing would suddenly grow fangs and unleash her most ruthless attack.
Even if I never offended her at all.
For the first time, Lu Xingjian so hated being born into the royal family.
After a long while, he finally walked to the bedside and sat down.
His slender fingers trembled slightly as he placed them in front of Su Wanwan's nose.
Breathing is weak.
His whole body seemed to have suddenly lost all strength, and his head drooped slightly.
She is still alive.
There is still a glimmer of hope.
Zhang Yong said softly, "Her Majesty has fallen asleep and will only be awake for half an hour each day."
"Has she used all the medicine I sent back?"
Lu Xingjian's voice was not clear and had a heavy nasal tone.
"We've tried everything, but the imperial physician said the effect was minimal."
Lu Xingjian sat there for a long time before gesturing for them to leave.
Wait until the door is closed.
He just moved.
He took her hand, which was under the covers.
Her little hands were no longer warm; they were cold, and so thin that the veins were showing.
He gently rubbed her palms, then buried his face in them, his shoulders trembling slightly.
The room was warm and quiet.
Only silent sorrow and helplessness flowed quietly.
...
It was already dark when Su Wanwan woke up.
A lamp was lit inside the room.
Someone was lying on their side, fully clothed, beside the bed.
His tall figure was curled up on the side of the bed, completely uncovered.
Su Wanwan gave him half of her blanket.
She quietly observed the man's sleeping face.
He's lost weight and gotten darker.
Her once well-maintained face has become quite rough after being exposed to the elements.
A thin, short stubble grew around his cheeks and lips, suggesting he hadn't shaved in a few days.
She raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek.
She still misses him very much, even though they haven't seen each other for almost half a year.
Su Wanwan studied the man for a while, then moved closer and gently kissed his lips.
The man just woke up.
He didn't hold the back of her head to deepen the kiss as he usually did.
He simply rubbed his nose against hers lightly.
"My wife, it's been a long time."
Su Wanwan said gently, "You still know how to come back."
"I came back late." I wasted a lot of time outside, all for nothing.
Su Wanwan said quietly, "You have another son now."
Liu Jin has taken control of the legendary Sister Feng, and it is said that she has already given birth to a baby boy.
Using such overused tricks again is really unoriginal.
"I know."
"Congratulations," Su Wanwan teased him.
"My wife, I have done nothing wrong to you." Lu Xingjian's voice was very low and soft, as if she were a delicate person made of snow, and if he spoke a little louder, she would melt away.
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