Chengxu had been feeling indignant for some time. His lord treated the Madam exceptionally well, yet she seemed oblivious to his efforts, laughing and joking every day. However, holding the latest news from the capital, Chengxu’s expression was now complex.

The Emperor of Northern Wei had inexplicably grown close to the envoys of Western Liang. Not only did he purchase a large quantity of Western Liang’s weapons and provisions, but he also arranged for a general from Western Liang to marry Liu Yunlie’s sister. These events unfolded within a mere month, executed so swiftly that the court had no time to debate. The Western Liang general entered the capital, and after the grand wedding, he rushed to war-torn Pingling to take command of the troops, capturing five cities with the court’s forces.

This move indeed salvaged some face for Li Huailin during this critical moment. However, everyone understood that the Northern Wei Emperor was willing to invite a wolf into his home to suppress the feudal lords.

Previously, there were rumors that Eastern Jin lent provisions to Ziyang, but there was no solid evidence. Now, the entry of the Western Liang general into Northern Wei was known to all.

Chengxu suddenly understood why the Madam had previously done a favor for Baihua Jun.

“She is worried about you,” Chengxu whispered to his lord.

The Princess of Danyang had always acted without regard for her reputation, but this time, she cared.

Jiang Xuanjin was reading the war report. Upon hearing this, he paused, his eyelashes fluttered, and he glanced at Li Huaiyu in the inner chamber.

She hadn’t been sleeping well lately, with dark circles under her eyes. Eight months pregnant, she could only lie flat. Half-asleep on the soft couch, her brows were furrowed.

Feeling a stir in his heart, he rose and walked over quietly.

Li Huaiyu heard the movement and opened her sleepy eyes. “Hmm?”

Someone sat beside her on the couch, took a porcelain jar from the wooden cabinet, and asked, “Do you want some?”

The jar contained sour plums she liked to snack on. Smacking her lips, Huaiyu nodded, propped herself up, and yawned. Seeing him pinch a plum and offer it, she turned her head to bite it.

His long fingers withdrew, and Jiang Xuanjin leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss.

Li Huaiyu: “…”

He was usually not so forward, but today, for some reason, he held her head firmly, not allowing her to retreat. His tongue pried open her teeth, teasing her lips and tongue.

Her face inexplicably heated up. Huaiyu hummed twice, pushing against his chest to catch her breath.

“Didn’t you say… not to be affectionate in front of it?” She glared at him, pointing to her belly, and said aggrievedly, “Last time in the courtyard, I wanted to kiss you, and you dodged!”

Jiang Xuanjin murmured, holding the plum in his mouth, and kissed her again.

It wasn’t that he wanted to dodge, but there were too many people in the courtyard that day. He didn’t like being seen losing control.

Lately, whenever he got close to her, he found it hard to control himself. He had planned to endure for a few more months, but… sorry, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“You…” Huaiyu was amused and exasperated. Just as she was about to complain, he half-embraced her, supporting her waist to ease her burden, then leaned down for a deeper kiss.

Huaiyu thought Jiang Xuanjin was acting unusually, but she found this unusual behavior quite nice and didn’t bother to argue. She wrapped her arms around his neck, mischievously biting his tongue.

Spring was approaching, truly a season for two people to be together.

The news from the capital included not only war reports and court affairs but also some news about Li Huailin.

Qingsi said, “His Majesty has sent Noble Consort Ning to the Cold Palace.”

Huaiyu, her long hair loose, half-reclined on the bed, frowned at the news.

Huailin was very fond of Noble Consort Ning. What was he doing with such an action? Could it be that because Ning Zhendong hadn’t achieved much lately, he was neglecting her?

But young people are like that, always thinking that emotions can be handled on a whim. Only when one reaches her stage does one learn to cherish, to maintain, to understand that anyone’s true heart is hard-won.

Long ago, in the court, when Ziyang Jun reprimanded the officials, he once asked Li Huailin, “Dare I ask Your Majesty, if Noble Consort Ning’s life were in danger and someone lurked in the shadows to harm her, what would Your Majesty do?”

At that time, Li Huailin said, “I would surely protect her, capture the villain, and punish them severely!”

And now, with Noble Consort Ning in the Cold Palace, Li Huailin held Consort Shu in her He Xi Palace.

“What is Your Majesty thinking?” Consort Shu asked with a smile.

Coming back to his senses, Li Huailin smiled faintly, “What else could I be thinking? Naturally, I’m thinking of my beloved consort.”

Consort Shu was momentarily stunned, feeling a bit awkward, but maintained a shy demeanor. “I am right here, Your Majesty. Why do you need to think? I made plum blossom cakes. Would Your Majesty like to try some?”

Suddenly feeling impatient, Li Huailin said, “The war in Pingling is tense, yet you have time to think about these trivialities.”

Consort Shu was startled and quickly knelt.

The Emperor was unreasonable. When in a good mood, nothing would anger him, but in a bad mood, even a plate of plum blossom cakes could lead to punishment.

Consort Shu’s eyes reddened.

If not for the glory of her family, who would want to enter the palace? Especially with this emperor, whose moods were unpredictable and frightening. When she wasn’t favored, she envied Noble Consort Ning, but once in front of the Emperor, Consort Shu suddenly felt that being favored wasn’t pleasant.

Seeing Consort Shu’s expression, Li Huailin’s anger flared. “You may leave.”

Relieved, Consort Shu lifted her skirt and quickly retreated, as if terrified.

With a mocking smile, Li Huailin stood up.

His harem was vast, with many people. Anyone could serve him, but these women seemed so timid. A slight change in his tone, and they would kneel, trembling. No one dared to hold his hand to comfort him, nor did anyone sing him a little tune.

After wandering the harem for a while, Li Huailin pursed his lips and went to Consort He’s palace.

Consort He and Ning Wanwei were close friends. Despite being fellow consorts, they never competed. He circled, pretending to pass by, and stepped into the hall.

“Your Majesty,” Consort He greeted him, inviting him to sit, then asked, “What brings you here?”

“Just wandering,” Li Huailin glanced at her, sitting still.

No one in the harem would plead for Ning Wanwei, but Consort He would. If she mentioned it, he would give her face and visit the Cold Palace.

However, Consort He kept her head down, drinking tea with him, without speaking.

Li Huailin grew impatient. “Are you mute?”

Consort He trembled, lifted her skirt, and knelt. “Please calm your anger, Your Majesty.”

Why was everyone like this? Li Huailin couldn’t understand. “Can’t you learn from Ning Wanwei and vie for favor?”

Staring at the carpet with a complex expression, Consort He shook her head. “I dare not.”

“Why not?” Li Huailin’s anger grew. “Are all the consorts in my harem so detached and indifferent?”

“Not so,” Consort He whispered. “But Noble Consort Ning did nothing wrong and loves Your Majesty deeply, yet she ended up like this. How dare we act rashly?”

Finally, she spoke, even if her words were somewhat offensive. Li Huailin relaxed his brow and sneered, “She loves me deeply?”

“Noble Consort Ning’s devotion is known throughout the harem,” Consort He said, pursing her lips. “But being inexplicably confined to the Cold Palace, who knows how cold her heart has become.”

Would her heart grow cold? Li Huailin was taken aback, instinctively saying, “She ignored me first.”

If she hadn’t neglected to pay her respects for so long, he wouldn’t have suddenly lost his temper.

Consort He paused and said, “Did Your Majesty ask the eunuchs? Noble Consort Ning sent many desserts to Longyan Palace, all stopped outside.”

Li Huailin’s eyelid twitched, and he stood up. “What did you say?”

“She wouldn’t ignore anyone, least of all Your Majesty,” Consort He tried to remain calm but was somewhat angry, her tone slightly heavier. “It’s easy for Your Majesty to find her, but for her to find you is fraught with obstacles. Don’t you know?”

Of course, he didn’t know. Recently, he had been preoccupied with Pingling’s affairs, with no time for the harem. His attendants were newly appointed and hadn’t mentioned anything.

Realizing someone might be manipulating things behind the scenes, Li Huailin looked at Consort He several times, feeling uneasy. “Should I visit the Cold Palace?”

Consort He rose and bowed. “I bid Your Majesty farewell.”

Li Huailin was annoyed, annoyed by Consort He’s knowing expression and annoyed at himself for wronging someone.

Amidst his anger, there was a slight panic.

Would Noble Consort Ning be angry with him?

As night fell, Li Huailin had visited almost every palace today, finally stopping at the Cold Palace’s entrance.

The dilapidated palace was nothing compared to the splendor of He Xi Palace. Ning Wanwei sat by the palace lamp, dressed in plain clothes, her face pale. Hearing a noise, she thought it was a maid returning with food and said without turning, “You eat it. I don’t need it.”

Frowning, Li Huailin spoke harshly, “Not eating, waiting to starve?”

Her shoulders trembled. Ning Wanwei turned, seeing the familiar dragon robe, and paused before kneeling. “This guilty concubine greets Your Majesty.”

If he didn’t know the situation, Li Huailin would think she was well-mannered. But knowing she did nothing wrong and hearing “guilty concubine,” he felt uneasy, reaching to help her up. “Rise.”

Following his lead, Noble Consort Ning said nothing, only gently squeezed his hand on her wrist, frowning. “Your Majesty has caught a chill.”

No complaints, no grievances. Her first concern was still his health.

His throat tightened, and Li Huailin turned away, unable to voice the words he had prepared.

People are like this: the more gently they are treated, the more capricious and harsh they become, especially those lacking a sense of security. Feeling unworthy of such kindness, they instinctively test others to see how far their goodness extends.

“I want some soup,” he said stiffly. “Make me two bowls, and you can return to He Xi Palace.”

Murong Qi had already thought of excuses, like “not feeling well” or “not acclimated to the environment,” but before she could open her mouth, the fourth Miss Bai said, “The Hundred Flowers Lord must be tired from the journey. I have prepared some refreshments in the main courtyard. Would you like to try them?”

“No… no need,” Murong Qi’s forehead twitched, “I’m not hungry.”

Slightly taken aback, Miss Bai’s face fell, and she asked pitifully, “Does the Hundred Flowers Lord not like me?”

A wave of goosebumps spread from Murong Qi’s feet to the back of her neck. She wanted to shout at her: “Speak normally, and I will like you!”

However, glancing at Lord Ziyang beside her, Murong Qi realized that if she shouted, the outcome would not be pleasant. So she could only shake her head, holding back, her beautiful face turning a shade of blue.

The fourth Miss Bai showed no intention of letting her go, clapping her hands and smiling, “The Hundred Flowers Lord is so radiant and charming. I like you very much at first sight. Why don’t I accompany you for a walk outside later?”

Murong Qi shook her head repeatedly, “No need, no need. I… have business with the Princess of Danyang.”

“Oh?” Miss Bai asked curiously, “Are you close to her?”

“Close! How could we not be close!” Murong Qi focused on escaping this “concubine,” blurted out, “When we meet later, we will surely have a chat. If we go out, we can go together. Madam, you should take care of yourself.”

Unable to hold back, Li Huaiyu burst into laughter, clutching her belly.

Murong Qi looked at her in confusion, while the latter relaxed her posture, leaning back in her chair, laughing until tears came out.

This demeanor was all too familiar.

Narrowing her eyes, Murong Qi’s face darkened, “Danyang?”

“Oh, what sharp eyes you have, Lord!” Huaiyu, returning to her usual cheeky self, laughed, “It’s been a year, and we’ve grown quite close!”

Frowning, Murong Qi slammed the table and stood up, “You dare to trick me!”

“Didn’t you trick me last year?” Huaiyu picked her ear, “I remember what you gave me when I ‘died.'”

To show goodwill between the two countries, the Hundred Flowers Lord gave lavish gifts to the young emperor and the princess. The difference was, that the emperor received real treasures, while she received a pig’s blood congealed into a jade pendant shape, which was shamelessly claimed to be a rare blood jade pendant. She kept it in the palace until it molded before realizing she was being played.

Recalling this, Murong Qi crossed her arms and sneered, “Is this why you accused me of giving you a Soul Lock Jade Pendant?”

Li Huaiyu cupped her fists, “You were unkind, so I was unrighteous. Fair enough!”

Murong Qi stood up, ready to hit her, but the ever-relaxed Lord Ziyang moved faster, stepping in front of Huaiyu. His robes fluttered, and though he said nothing, Murong Qi understood the meaning.

Realizing something, Murong Qi’s expression became complicated, “So… you married Danyang?”

Jiang Xuanjin nodded.

Looking at his handsome face, Murong Qi sighed, “Such a fine person, how did he end up blind?”

Li Huaiyu poked her head out from behind Jiang Xuanjin, wrinkling her nose, “What do you mean blind? A good girl like me is a blessing to whoever marries me!”

“Give it a rest,” Murong Qi said irritably, sitting back down, still struggling to accept the reality.

She admired Lord Ziyang greatly. Among the four countries, he was the only one in a high position with a righteous spirit. So every time she came to Northern Wei, she interacted with him a lot. Conversely, she was at odds with Danyang because Lord Ziyang and Danyang were once enemies.

But now, after a year, they had become husband and wife?!

Taking a deep breath, Murong Qi said, “I want to go for a walk.”

“Shall I accompany you?” Li Huaiyu asked with a cheeky grin.

Giving her a sidelong glance, Murong Qi stood up and strode out the door.

The situation in Yixian City was tense. Important figures gathered here, and the court’s military presence around the fief borders was increasing, with the potential for conflict at any moment. As a result, there were few people on the streets, with only a few shops open.

Murong Qi, in a bad mood, looked somewhat listless. Despite her striking features, there was an air of mischief about her.

She didn’t bring anyone with her. After leaving the Princess’s residence, she walked a few steps and saw a tavern. A servant-like person was squatting at the door, happily eating a bowl of braised pork.

In a place like this, having such a large bowl of meat was indeed something to be happy about. Murong Qi glanced at it, smirked, and approached, “What’s written on the bottom of your bowl?”

The servant, Zhaocai, was enjoying his meat and froze, flipping the bowl over to look.

With a “splat,” the braised pork fell to the ground.

Zhaocai: “…?”

Whistling, Murong Qi smiled, put her hands in her pockets, and continued walking.

Zhaocai was dumbfounded, looking at the mischievous beauty and then at his sacrificed braised pork, before bursting into tears and scrambling into the tavern.

Lu Jingxing was reading letters from shopkeepers in Pingling when he heard the earth-shattering wail.

“Young Master!”

He looked up to see Zhaocai crying pitifully, “My meat… my braised pork is gone…”

Lu Jingxing’s brow twitched, and he said helplessly, “What’s the big deal? If you want to eat, have the kitchen make more.”

“But… she… I…”

“Enough,” Lu Jingxing waved his hand, “Take this letter to the Princess’s residence for Her Highness. Something’s about to happen in Pingling.”

Hearing there was business, Zhaocai stopped crying and reached out his greasy hand for the letter.

Picking the softest target, Pingling was the weakest among the major fiefs. Li Huailin had decided to start with Pingling, planning to formally reclaim the fief after the New Year. Hearing the news, several shopkeepers planned to sell their shops early and move to other cities. Lu Jingxing didn’t allow it, instead telling them to buy more shops when prices dropped.

Jiang Xuanjin would surely protect Pingling. Although the outcome was uncertain, he was willing to trust him a little more.

If it failed… Lu Jingxing chuckled. So be it. Cautious merchants never make big fortunes.

The New Year atmosphere dissipated after just two days. The news came from Pingling that the court intended to forcibly reclaim the fief, with thirty thousand troops and a hundred officials pressing on the border, seemingly ready to seize power directly.

Murong Qi heard the news while beating up two ruffians who had harassed her on the street. Someone handed her a letter, and after reading it, she casually gave a few orders to send a message back to Eastern Jin.

Coming to Yixian City, she wasn’t just here for Lord Ziyang’s favor. Among the four countries, Western Liang was insignificant, Southern Yan was content in its corner, and only Eastern Jin and Northern Wei were powerful. With the current division, she had to lend a hand.

The emperor of Northern Wei was foolish. Of all people to offend, he offended both the Princess of Danyang and Lord Ziyang. Now, it seemed there was no way to end this peacefully! As a fisherman waiting to reap the benefits, Murong Qi was eagerly waiting for the clam to clamp down on the snipe’s beak.

This day came quickly. On the fifth day of the New Year, a skirmish broke out at the border of Pingling, and the court officially went to war with Pingling.

Jiang Xuanjin was well-prepared, and reinforcements arrived quickly. The two sides fought twice in one day, with victories and losses on both sides.

“Fighting at this time is disadvantageous for the royal family,” Bai Ai said softly, “His Majesty has not yet stabilized the ministers’ hearts, and now there’s internal conflict. If Pingling can’t be quickly taken, it will be hard to explain to the court.”

Li Huaiyu leaned on the soft couch, frowning slightly, “Huailin is anxious.”

For some reason, since they returned to the fief, Huailin’s actions had become increasingly rash. If he had been as cautious as before, she might have suffered a few setbacks. But now, it seemed he was in a hurry, recklessly wanting to confront them head-on.

In terms of winning chances, it was evenly matched, but the variable was that they had the Hundred Flowers Lord on their side.

“Truly stubborn!” Li Huailin slammed the imperial desk, furious, “What does my Northern Wei’s affairs have to do with her Eastern Jin?”

They had just taken the border of Pingling, and within a day, it was retaken. It was one thing for Ziyang and Danyang to send reinforcements, but Eastern Jin also sent supplies to Ziyang, under the guise of gifts.

What country sends military supplies as gifts?!

“Calm down, Your Majesty. The Hundred Flowers Lord acts unpredictably, and even the ruler of Eastern Jin can’t control her,” Qi Han said, cupping his hands, “I’ve had people investigate. The real power in Eastern Jin is now in the hands of the Hundred Flowers Lord.”

“What should we do?” Li Huailin was agitated.

Liu Yunlie, who had been silent, pondered for a moment and said, “If I’m not mistaken, Lord Ziyang intends to collude with the enemy and betray the country.”

The war had begun, and Jiang Xuanjin, fearing defeat, had invited the Hundred Flowers Lord to assist. With Eastern Jin backing them, they would surely hold Pingling.

“Unbelievable!” Li Huailin was furious, pacing in the imperial study, unsure of what to do.

He had learned the ways of governing a country but didn’t know how to handle international relations. The failed mission to Eastern Jin had already drawn criticism from the court. If the Hundred Flowers Lord helped Jiang Xuanjin secure Pingling, people would surely say he was an emperor who had lost the people’s support.

“Your Majesty, I have a plan,” Liu Yunlie said, cupping his hands.

“Speak.”

With deep eyes, Liu Yunlie said, “Since they have allied with Eastern Jin, we can seek help from Western Liang.”

Li Huailin was taken aback.

Qi Han hesitated, “Isn’t that inappropriate?”

“Looking at the situation in Ziyang, it’s clear they intend to rebel. Jiang Xuanjin is prepared, and we’ve been passive. If we don’t prepare more, and we lose, everything will be over.”

On his last mission, Liu Yunlie had the most success with Western Liang among the three countries. Li Huailin knew the ruler of Western Liang appreciated Liu Yunlie and had established good trade relations. Deeper cooperation wasn’t impossible.

After pondering for a moment, he sat down and picked up a pen.

“Aren’t you afraid the old man Jiang will scold you to death?” Murong Qi shook her head in the courtyard, “Dare to say I sent you supplies… If I did, you’d be colluding with the enemy!”

Jiang Xuanjin brushed his robe, his expression calm, “It wasn’t my idea.”

Murong Qi turned to look at Li Huaiyu, who met her gaze and said sweetly, “I’m just a woman, how could I manage such things?”

“Cut it out!” Murong Qi frowned, “Trying to drag my Eastern Jin into this?”

“When will you stop taking advantage and then complaining?” Returning to her normal tone, Li Huaiyu rolled her eyes, “I let your Eastern Jin gain a favor without doing anything, and you’re still putting on airs?”

The military supplies sent by Danyang were all distributed under the name of the Hundred Flowers Lord of Eastern Jin. Even if it was using her, wasn’t the benefit given to her enough?

Snorting twice, Murong Qi stretched out her legs, tripping the maid and bringing tea.

“Lord… Lord?” The maid turned pale with fright.

Murong Qi turned her face and smiled, gloating, “That’s what you get for not watching where you’re going.”

Li Huaiyu: “…”

She said the Hundred Flowers Lord was eccentric, and it wasn’t without reason. This person was truly malicious when doing bad things, and for no reason, even those who hadn’t offended her could be messed with.

Jiang Xuanjin had told her last night that Murong Qi had a streak of malice in her bones, cultivated in the Eastern Jin palace. She couldn’t be kind to the world, which was why, even at twenty, she had no husband.

“Why are you staring at me? Just tell me your purpose,” Murong Qi said to her, “Going to such lengths to give me a favor, what do you want?”

Coming back to her senses, Huaiyu smiled, “Just a whim.”

Jiang Xuanjin paused, his dark eyes sweeping over, slightly puzzled.

Li Huaiyu didn’t explain much, standing up and pulling him away, “We, who are married, are different from those who are alone. We need time to be close. Lord, feel free, we’ll be going first.”

Murong Qi’s face darkened, “Who are you calling alone?”

Huaiyu turned back, boldly saying, “You!”

Murong Qi: “…”

Truly an eyesore, she thought. If Li Huaiyu weren’t pregnant, she would have chased after her and kicked her.

“What are you trying to do?” Jiang Xuanjin asked as they walked.

Li Huaiyu, smiling, hugged his arm, pretending not to understand, and only asked, “What did the letters from home say recently?”

At this, Jiang Xuanjin’s expression darkened slightly.

He had explained to his father that resisting the court was a last resort. If he didn’t plan early, they would eventually be exterminated by the emperor. However, the old man Jiang insisted he was rebelling and wanted to take the family back to the capital to plead guilty. Helpless, he had to confine them in the main city of Ziyang, not allowing them to leave.

What could the letters say? Mostly his elder brother advising him, his second brother expressing concern, and then his father’s scolding and threats.

Such matters couldn’t be explained clearly. All he could do was protect his family.

“Oh, don’t be upset.” Stopping, Huaiyu, with some effort, hugged him with her belly, “Things will get better.”

Getting better was difficult, but looking at her round little face, Jiang Xuanjin felt a bit better, and he said softly, “I’ll accompany you for a nap.”

“Okay.” She agreed sweetly, then smiled, “I heard that when a woman is pregnant, the husband is always busy, often going out, rarely having time to accompany her. But you’ve been by my side all this time?”

Glancing at her, Jiang Xuanjin said, “Because you’re too troublesome.”

He feared that if he turned his back, she would get hurt again, so he felt more at ease watching over her.

Especially since her belly was so big it scared him.

With a sigh of amazement, Huaiyu couldn’t help but laugh and cry, “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t give it to me?”

This item was a treasure he had recently acquired. She knew he liked it, so she took it as a joke, not expecting him to give it to her.

Jiang Xuanjin turned his head slightly, his dark eyes deepening a bit, “Is this what you wanted?”

“Well, yes, you could say I wanted it,” Huaiyu scratched her head, “What should I give in return?”

Putting down the teacup in his hand, Jiang Xuanjin lowered his eyes and said, “I’ll handle the return gift, you don’t need to worry.”

The New Year’s banquet ended in a lively manner with Qingxian being so drunk that he was unconscious. The sound of firecrackers in Yixian City continued until midnight. The soldiers stationed outside the city were also happily gathered around bonfires, eating meat and drinking wine, as if they were at home, not on the battlefield.

However, on the first day after the New Year, Li Huailin issued a secret decree, following the advice of Situ Jing and others, appointing Ning Zhendong as a general. He was to station troops north of Ziyang, west of Pingling, and south of Changlin, as a precaution.

Ning Zhendong had previously been the governor of Yinping County. After his plot was uncovered by Lord Ziyang, he fled back to the capital overnight. This task should not have been his, as it was somewhat dangerous and the rewards were not significant. Yet, somehow, His Majesty pushed him forward.

Someone in the know quietly told him, “Noble Consort Ning has been out of favor for more than half a month. Last time, you failed to accomplish your task, so His Majesty is likely angry.”

Why would Wanwei fall out of favor? Ning Zhendong couldn’t understand. Her gentle and considerate nature had always been favored by the emperor, hadn’t it?

Indeed, Ning Wanwei entered the palace at sixteen. Although she was two years older than the emperor, she had always been in favor. Many in the harem who wanted to compete with her for position never succeeded. People in the palace believed that as long as the Ning family achieved more merits, the position of Empress would surely fall to Ning Wanwei.

However, now, Li Huailin hadn’t visited the He Xi Palace for half a month.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go, but since he had thrown a tantrum last time, Noble Consort Ning hadn’t come to greet him. He was angry for a few days and asked the eunuchs how things were in He Xi Palace. The eunuchs said the consort was doing very well.

What does “very well” mean? Li Huailin felt uncomfortable. As the emperor, he should be admired and missed. Without his favor, how could she be doing well?

Originally, he had set a trap in Yinping to capture Lord Ziyang directly. Who knew Ning Zhendong would fail, not only allowing Jiang Xuanjin to return to the main city of Ziyang but also returning to the capital in disgrace to plead guilty? Li Huailin was very angry. After much thought, he sent Ning Zhendong to make amends and specifically had a eunuch deliver a message to He Xi Palace.

The message was simple: If you make me unhappy, I won’t be polite to your family!

When Noble Consort Ning heard the news, her face turned pale. After hesitating for a moment, she tidied her palace attire and hairpins and went to Longyan Palace to pay her respects. She hadn’t been favored for half a month, and every time she went to pay her respects, she was obstructed in various ways. Today, she didn’t know if the eunuch was kind-hearted or what, but she was allowed into the hall.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Ning Wanwei entered and saluted, “This concubine greets Your Majesty.”

Li Huailin sat on the dragon throne, his face cold, “It’s no use coming to plead with me now. The fiefs of Changlin, Pingling, Ziyang, and Danyang all have rebellious intentions. The situation is urgent, and the court has no one to use, so we can only send Lord Ning.”

Noble Consort Ning paused, feeling the emperor’s indifference towards her. Her heart felt slightly choked.

From the beginning, she knew the emperor only favored her because she resembled the Eldest Princess. But after being by his side for two or three years, she thought there might be some difference. Who would have thought it was the same? Once the affection faded, she was no different from those in the cold palace.

Lowering her eyes, Noble Consort Ning knelt before him, respectfully kowtowing, “This concubine just hasn’t seen Your Majesty for a long time and came to pay respects.”

Still aware of the long absence? Li Huailin’s face darkened as he stared at the memorials on the table, sulking for a while before glancing at her.

With just one glance, he saw a thin face, the makeup unable to hide her haggardness.

Slightly surprised, Li Huailin frowned, “What’s wrong with you?”

Noble Consort Ning didn’t know what he meant by this, confusedly straightening up and looking down at herself, “Is there something wrong with this concubine?”

In just half a month, she had become so thin. Had she not noticed, or was she deliberately making herself look like this to play the bitter card in front of him? Li Huailin looked at her coldly, thinking the latter was more likely.

Unable to suppress the anger in his heart, he said, “If you can’t get used to the luxurious life in He Xi Palace and can’t take care of yourself, you might as well move to Han Dan Pavilion and make room for Consort Shu.”

Ning Wanwei’s face turned white, and she stared blankly at the woven flowers on the carpet, clutching her sleeves.

He Xi Palace was the palace he had built for her, and now he wanted to give it to someone else without blinking an eye.

Is the imperial family always so heartless?

“Not saying anything?” After a long time without a response, Li Huailin grew impatient.

Gathering her thoughts, she said softly, “All the glory and wealth of this concubine were given by Your Majesty. If Your Majesty wants to take them back, this concubine has no complaints.”

The eunuch standing by the side glanced at her.

He had never seen a consort as foolish as her. If it were Consort Shu, she would have been acting coquettishly and begging for mercy by now. Only she truly believed the emperor was going to dispose of her.

Li Huailin’s face darkened further. He tapped the imperial desk with his fingers and said indifferently, “Since the noble consort is so magnanimous, I should fulfill your wish. Move out of He Xi Palace immediately. As for Lord Ning, you can see him off. Who knows when you’ll meet again.”

Ning Wanwei’s body stiffened. She slowly kowtowed to him, then got up and stumbled out.

The maid who accompanied her heard the news and supported her all the way, saying, “The fief lords didn’t come to the capital for the year-end report. The Grand Minister has already reported the crime of treason. Now, the fief lords of the largest territories in Northern Wei, led by Lord Ziyang, have united. Who knows when a fight might break out? At this time, the lord leading the troops is truly on the edge of life and death.”

Blinded by anxiety, Ning Wanwei asked, “Wasn’t everything fine before? Why suddenly rebel?”

The maid whispered, “I heard that Grand Minister Situ and Prime Minister Qi first accused Lord Pingling of a crime. His Majesty sent people to arrest Lord Pingling, but they were blocked by the forces of Changlin, Ziyang, and Nanping, leading to a conflict at the border of Pingling.”

Once the battle started, regardless of the truth, the fief lords were already in the same boat.

Even the lords of Changlin and others were not very clear on how they suddenly became part of Lord Ziyang’s faction. But Lord Ziyang was reliable and thorough in his actions. Following him, the fief lords no longer had to pay taxes to the capital. In just a month, they had accumulated a lot of surplus grain and money, and everyone was smiling.

People in the world are all driven by profit. Jiang Xuanjin understood this well, so he didn’t deliberately win them over, just made it clear to them—being friends with him brought many benefits.

However, Lord Changlin had one concern: if a real fight broke out, although their fiefs were vast, together they equaled half of Northern Wei’s territory. But without a legitimate reason, how could they fight against the court and wash away the stigma of rebellion?

This question found a turning point on the third day after the New Year.

This year, Eastern Jin broke off diplomatic relations with Northern Wei, with no envoys exchanged. Yet, the Hundred Flowers Lord entered Northern Wei territory, traveling by boat from Pingling to Yixian City.

“What did you say?” Li Huaiyu thought she might have misheard, “Which Lord?”

Qingsi repeated, “The Hundred Flowers Lord.”

The true power behind Eastern Jin, the Hundred Flowers Lord Murong Qi, who was as famous as Lord Ziyang of Northern Wei, did not go to the capital this time. Instead, of representing Eastern Jin, she came to the Princess’s residence.

Huaiyu was so shocked she almost fell off the bed. She hurriedly grabbed Qingsi, “Quick, prepare the carriage, and have Jiu Wu and the others bring some people to guard!”

Qingsi reassured her, “The Lord has already prepared everything early in the morning, don’t worry.”

“No, no, what he prepared isn’t enough,” Huaiyu shook her head repeatedly.

Xu Chunian, watching curiously from the side, couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you so nervous?”

“You don’t understand,” Huaiyu sighed, “This Hundred Flowers Lord is a weirdo!”

She had once argued with Jiang Xuanjin over reception etiquette. Just that once, she never argued again because it turned out Jiang Xuanjin knew Murong Qi better. This illegitimate daughter of the former emperor of Eastern Jin, who had lived through over a decade of dark palace life, had an eccentric temperament that was hard for ordinary people to adapt to. She was completely submissive to Jiang Xuanjin, but every time she entered the palace, she would give Li Huaiyu a hard time.

What kind of temperament did the Princess of Danyang have? Seeing her strange behavior, she directly confronted her with the demeanor of a tyrant on Chang’an Street. In the seventh year of Daxing, she even fought with the Hundred Flowers Lord in Feiyun Palace, from the courtyard to the palace gate. Although it was a draw, she injured her face, and Murong Qi sinisterly said to her, “I will learn from you again next year.”

Unfortunately, in the eighth year of Daxing, the Princess of Danyang passed away.

If she had truly died, there would be nothing to say, but she was still alive, and the news had been released. When Murong Qi came, she would settle last year’s score. If she didn’t prepare more things now, how could she be a match for her?

Xu Chunian nodded in understanding after hearing this, then reminded her, “Your Highness, you now have Lord Ziyang to protect you.”

What else do you need to prepare?

Huaiyu was stunned, then slapped her thigh, “Oh, right!”

With Jiang Xuanjin by her side, why fear revenge?

Her confidence instantly boosted, Huaiyu rolled up her sleeves and asked, “Where is she now?”

Qingsi replied, “At the door. The Lord’s intention is for you to rest well and meet her after lunch.”

The arrival of the Hundred Flowers Lord in Yixian City was, without a doubt, a loud slap in the face to the Northern Wei royal family. There were no envoys exchanged between the Northern Wei royal family and Eastern Jin this year, yet an Eastern Jin envoy went to the fief.

This was equivalent to treating the lands of Ziyang and Danyang as an independent nation.

When Li Huailin received the news, he couldn’t stop it in time. He could only object to Eastern Jin’s actions, writing a national letter condemning Eastern Jin’s intention to divide Northern Wei’s territory.

Eastern Jin gave no response.

“This help is truly heaven-sent,” Murong Qi said, sitting in the main hall, smiling at Jiang Xuanjin, “How will you thank me?”

Jiang Xuanjin replied calmly, “Don’t push your luck.”

To get her to come, he had given quite a lot. This person, having gained an advantage, was still being difficult, as always.

“Hey, I received news that you got married and changed a lot. But looking at you now, why are you still the same?” Murong Qi shook her head, “Even the ice mountain has places where grass grows, but you, from inside out, are cold.”

Speaking of this, Jiang Xuanjin’s expression softened, “Did you find out who I married?”

“I did, the fourth Miss of the Bai family,” Murong Qi said, “I came this time specifically to see her, to see what kind of stunning beauty she is to tame a man like you.”

Jiang Xuanjin nodded, “I’ll have her come to meet you later.”

“Oh, and invite the Princess of Danyang as well,” Murong Qi gritted her teeth, “That scoundrel, not only did she not die, but she also dragged me down, telling people that the Soul Lock Jade Pendant I gave her brought her back to life, causing my residence to be turned upside down by the emperor!”

Jiang Xuanjin couldn’t help but smile.

“Hiss—” Murong Qi gasped, staring at him, “You smiled?”

She had visited Northern Wei several times and had never seen Lord Ziyang smile.

Is the sky going to rain red?

Suppressing his smile, Jiang Xuanjin instructed Chengxu, “Go invite the lady over.”

Chengxu went to carry out the order, while Yufeng stood in place, looking at the shocked expression on the Hundred Flowers Lord’s face, thinking what’s there to be excited about? Stay in the Princess’s residence for a few more days, and you’ll get used to it!

No one would have thought that the once cold-faced, ice-cold Lord Ziyang would now smile at the mention of a woman.

When Chengxu went to invite her, he kindly reminded Li Huaiyu, “The Hundred Flowers Lord said to invite both the Princess and the Lord’s wife.”

Huaiyu raised an eyebrow, then realized. The rumors outside were rampant, but not many truly knew that the fourth Miss Bai was the Princess of Danyang. Murong Qi was one of those who didn’t know.

With a sly smile, Huaiyu deliberately didn’t bring Qingsi, holding her belly and taking small, delicate steps into the main hall.

Seeing her alone, Jiang Xuanjin frowned, got up to support her, and said with slight annoyance, “Aren’t you afraid of falling?”

“Seeing how nervous my husband is, how could I be afraid of falling? Aren’t you here?” Changing her usual rough voice, Li Huaiyu smiled sweetly, taking his arm, her voice so soft it could drip water.

Yufeng shivered, covered in goosebumps.

Jiang Xuanjin raised an eyebrow slightly, but he was captivated by her calling herself “this concubine.”

Previously, when Bai Xuanji had used this term, he found it very grating, thinking it was somewhat disgusting.

However, hearing it from her now, Jiang Xuanjin objectively felt that this term carried a unique softness and gentleness.

So he relaxed his expression, gave a low “hmm,” and helped her to sit down beside him.

Murong Qi looked as if she had seen a ghost.

“Ah, this must be the Hundred Flowers Lord of Eastern Jin?” Huaiyu said softly, holding the armrest, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Uh… greetings, madam,” Murong Qi awkwardly cupped her hands.

Honestly, she felt at ease dealing with Jiang Xuanjin because he adhered to etiquette but only regulated himself, not her. Dealing with Li Huaiyu was even more comfortable; she had no rules, and she had even fewer, ready to fight anytime, anywhere.

But facing such a gentle and weak lady, Murong Qi had the urge to get up and run away.

As the New Year approached, even with tensions high across the regions, everyone took a break to celebrate behind closed doors. Jiang Xuanjin returned to Yixian City with Li Huaiyu and others. As Li Huaiyu rode through the streets, she heard the lively sound of firecrackers and the vendors selling New Year goods, feeling as if nothing had happened in the city.

The air, filled with the scent of cured meat and firecrackers, felt reassuring. However, the number of people following Jiang Xuanjin was quite large.

Ziyang Jun had just returned to Ziyang, and the governors and magistrates from various regions rushed to offer their New Year greetings, thinking they could do so in the main city of Ziyang. To their surprise, Ziyang Jun insisted on staying in Yixian City due to the tense situation, so they had no choice but to follow him there.

Everyone had heard of this lord’s reputation, but few were familiar with him, making it difficult to flatter him.

Some tried to bribe Chengxu and Yufeng with a large sum of silver to learn about the lord’s preferences, but these two were impervious to such attempts, remaining unmoved even with mountains of gold and silver before them. Left with no other choice, they had to figure it out themselves.

“Master,” Chengxu handed over two invitations, “The governors of Jiuzhen and Cangwu counties have set up banquets at the restaurant to welcome you.”

Jiang Xuanjin took them, glancing over them.

The person in his arms shifted restlessly, and he whispered, “Stay still.”

“Let me see,” Huaiyu said, resting her chin on his shoulder, “Didn’t I often help you look at things before?”

On the soft couch in the main house of Moju, she often leaned against him like this, reading memorials to him.

Feeling a bit nostalgic, Jiang Xuanjin pursed his lips and placed both invitations in her hands, “Choose one.”

Tomorrow was the New Year, and they could only choose one place for lunch today.

After looking them over, Huaiyu said, “I think I’ve heard of Jiuzhen County. It has a lot of iron mines and produces many weapons each year. Cangwu County is also good, with thriving trade… Just pick one, Jiuzhen?”

His gaze lingered quietly on the two invitations, touching a few lines. Jiang Xuanjin pursed his lips, “Let’s go to Cangwu County.”

“Hmm? Didn’t you let me choose?” Huaiyu glared, “I chose, and you don’t listen?”

Returning the invitation to Chengxu, Jiang Xuanjin adjusted her waist, his chin gently brushing the top of her head, “You said it was a random choice.”

Huaiyu pouted, grumbling a bit but said no more.

Chengxu took a peek at the invitations, his eyebrows twitching.

The people from Jiuzhen County thought they would surely win the lord’s favor, but who would have thought he would accept Cangwu County’s invitation instead?

“Why is that?” Everyone was puzzled. The governor of Jiuzhen County was also unwilling to accept it and secretly asked Chengxu.

Chengxu replied tactfully, “The lord of Cangwu County is more attentive than you.”

Was he not attentive enough? He even prepared the carriage and entourage!

Chengxu said no more, showing him both invitations.

The same grand restaurant, the same arrangements, his invitation was much more beautifully written, but the Cangwu County governor’s invitation had a few extra lines.

“Respectfully inviting Ziyang Jun and the Lady. Knowing the Lady’s condition, we have prepared a warm room with a soft couch and nourishing meals to ease her discomfort.”

Jiuzhen County Governor: “…”

Scheming! What a scheme! That old fox from Cangwu County could write such a shameless invitation!

But clearly, the lord appreciated this approach.

Shivering in the cold wind, the Jiuzhen County governor asked, “Is it too late to add this now?”

Chengxu smiled at him, politely asking him to leave.

Li Huaiyu felt something was off. She followed Jiang Xuanjin to the banquet, intending to be a decorative presence, but from the moment they sat down, the governor’s concubines were overly enthusiastic towards her, and the governor himself offered her tea with both hands, drinking a cup of strong liquor himself.

“Did your people also study etiquette at the Jiang residence?” Huaiyu couldn’t help but whisper to Jiang Xuanjin, “This is a bit too thorough, isn’t it?”

Jiang Xuanjin glanced at the people at the table, replying softly, “Perhaps they fear the reputation of the Danyang Princess.”

Is that so? That makes sense, Huaiyu thought, nodding as she accepted this explanation.

But after the banquet, gifts began pouring into her residence, all congratulating her on her pregnancy, sent by the governors of various regions in Ziyang.

Standing beside the pile of gifts, Huaiyu asked Lu Jingxing, “Are people in Ziyang always this generous?”

Lu Jingxing, who hadn’t shown up for a while but still retained his charm, looked at her with a “you’re clueless” expression, “Can’t you see?”

“What?” Huaiyu was puzzled.

“Their actions align with Ziyang Jun’s intentions,” he said, narrowing his eyes, “Ziyang Jun is no longer hiding his actions, quite different from his usual style.”

What does Ziyang Jun favor? The Lady! If they can’t please the lord, they can please the Lady, and it will surely be effective! This was the conclusion the governors and magistrates reached three days after arriving in Yixian City.

Huaiyu was stunned, then scratched her head sheepishly, “I guess I’m benefiting from this.”

“Indeed, with this trend, the interactions between Danyang and Ziyang will surely be smooth,” Lu Jingxing chuckled, “Thanks to Your Highness, I now have official escorts for my goods from Ziyang Border City.”

“Then you should thank me,” Huaiyu grinned, “I don’t want much, just give me that jade Guanyin you recently acquired.”

“In your dreams!” Lu Jingxing rolled his eyes, “That top-quality Tianshan cold jade Guanyin is a treasure even in the palace, and you think you can swindle it from me?”

“Stingy,” Huaiyu pouted, hands on her hips, “The money I helped you earn is enough to buy two Guanyins!”

Lu Jingxing chuckled, twirling his fan, giving her a sidelong glance, “Feeling satisfied?”

Back when she was pregnant and imprisoned, she had endured much grievance. Now, Ziyang Jun seemed to be atoning, openly and secretly showering her with benefits.

“Very satisfied,” Huaiyu sighed with a smile, “I never thought I’d see this day.”

In her past life, she had prepared for a lifetime of loneliness. Even in this life, she didn’t expect a good outcome, but fate had turned, granting her these peaceful days.

Perhaps it was heaven’s compensation for her.

Seeing more gifts being carried in, Lu Jingxing raised an eyebrow, “You’re quite valuable.”

“What kind of talk is that?” Huaiyu glared at him, then proudly pointed to her nose, “I’m priceless!”

When it came to such statements, the Danyang Princess was always shameless. Lu Jingxing shook his head, looking at the red knots on the gifts, “You should stay with Jiang Xuanjin. It’s probably his first time not spending the New Year with the Jiang family.”

Mentioning the Jiang family, Huaiyu paused.

Right, Jiang Xuanjin chose to stay in Yixian City with her rather than return to the main city of Ziyang for a reunion. Old Master Jiang would surely be furious, pounding his cane and cursing her for bewitching him.

Thinking about it, she said, “I’ll go to the main courtyard to see him.”

Lu Jingxing turned, waving his fan at her with a flourish, “You go ahead, I’ll find a place to spend the New Year.”

“Hmm?” Huaiyu raised an eyebrow, calling after him, “You’re not having dinner at the residence tonight?”

“What’s the fun in a bunch of men?” Lu Jingxing didn’t look back, his tone carefree, “I have my plans.”

She didn’t need to ask where he was going. Watching his retreating figure, she pouted and headed to the main courtyard, cradling her belly.

As Lu Jingxing stepped through the moon gate, the smile vanished from his face.

New Year’s Eve was the liveliest time, with every household lighting firecrackers and enjoying reunion dinners. He went to his own Fengchun Tower, ordered a jar of wine, and sat drinking slowly.

“Young Master,” Zhaocai stood behind him, eyes red, “Why not spend the New Year at the princess’s residence? At least there are more people.”

Lu Jingxing smirked, placing his embroidered boots on the bench, resting his elbow on his knee, and looking at him, “What’s the use of more people?”

No matter how many people there were, she couldn’t drink with him until dawn this year. Jiang Xuanjin’s possessive nature meant even a glance from him would be blocked by his sleeve, both amusing and frustrating.

Out of sight, out of mind.

He drank jar after jar of wine, while Zhaocai nagged, “You should have someone by your side. The princess showed you some portraits of beauties recently. Why not choose one? Whether it works out or not, give it a try.”

“I also heard that Baihua Jun from Eastern Jin has entered Northern Wei, perhaps to present gifts in the capital. He brought many beauties from Eastern Jin. You could take a look.”

“The princess is expecting, and you’re still unmarried…” Zhaocai’s voice grew sadder, “If you care, at least fight for her. But you let her go, and if you could let her go, why can’t you let yourself go?”

Annoyed, Lu Jingxing placed the wine jar on the table, chuckling, “How have I not let myself go? I have.”

He just couldn’t move on.

His phoenix eyes dimmed, and Lu Jingxing lay back on the bench, gazing at the red silk hanging from the high beams of Fengchun Tower, murmuring, “The green willows and fragrant grass of the long pavilion road. In youth, it’s easy to leave someone behind. The broken dreams at the tower’s top, the parting feelings beneath the flowers in the March rain.”

Zhaocai hadn’t studied, but after following the young master for so long, he was familiar with these poems. The young master didn’t recite the rest, but he remembered—

“Unrequited love is not as bitter as deep affection. An inch can become a thousand strands. The ends of the earth have limits, but longing is endless.”

Longing is endless…

There were many girls in Fengchun Tower. Usually, when Manager Lu came, they would flock to him. But today, they stayed upstairs, watching, not daring to approach.

A cold wind blew through the carved windows, spreading the scent of wine.

In the princess’s residence, everyone was present, a scene of joy and excitement. Xu Chuniang, egged on by Qingxian and others, drank two cups of wine, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dazed, clearly drunk. Chijin watched from the side, his gaze cold.

“Qingxian, want to play a drinking game?” he asked.

Qingxian, in high spirits, didn’t notice Chijin’s expression and laughed, “Bring it on!”

So Huaiyu sat with Jiang Xuanjin in the main seat, watching Chijin calmly win ten rounds in a row, placing ten cups of wine in front of Qingxian.

“Drink up,” he smiled.

Qingxian’s face turned green, and he turned to cry, “Your Highness, he’s bullying me!”

Huaiyu sighed, whispering to Jiang Xuanjin, “Not very smart, trying to get Chuniang drunk.”

Then she wiped her face and laughed loudly, “A bet is a bet. How is this bullying? Drink, drink, drink!”

Qingxian’s face fell, “Your Highness, you used to spoil me!”

Ziyang Jun, who had been quietly watching the show, paused at his words, looking at him seriously.

Juwu, who had been away for over half a month and finally struggled back, saw Ziyang Jun’s gaze and felt a chill down his spine, instinctively sitting further from Qingxian.

Qingxian, still unaware, counted on his fingers, “When I was injured, Your Highness bandaged me three times and even brewed medicine for me. When Bai’ai argued with me, Your Highness always sided with me. In the entire Feiyun Palace, I was the most favored! Your Highness said you’d protect me!”

Bai’ai glanced at Jiang Xuanjin, moved his chair, and sat beside Chijin.

With a porcelain cup at his lips, Jiang Xuanjin smiled faintly, “Making someone drink ten cups is indeed a bit much.”

Rarely did he speak up for him, and Qingxian was touched, “My lord, save me!”

“Alright,” Jiang Xuanjin nodded, speaking gently, “Let’s roll dice. Best of three. If you win, I’ll drink these ten cups for you.”

“Great!” Qingxian jumped up, rolling up his sleeves, “I’ve been in gambling dens! Come on, bring the dice!”

Huaiyu felt something was off and wanted to intervene, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Jiang Xuanjin looked over.

Help him?

No, no, help you!

Then be quiet.

…Okay.

In a few glances, Li Huaiyu quieted down, watching them roll dice.

The result came quickly. Qingxian lost two rounds in a row.

“How can this be?” Qingxian, bewildered, patted his head, pointing at Jiang Xuanjin’s dice, “How do you keep rolling three sixes?”

Jiang Xuanjin personally placed ten more cups in front of him, “Heaven’s favor.”

“Wait!” Qingxian protested, “You said if I won, you’d drink ten cups for me. You didn’t say I’d have to drink ten more if I lost!”

Looking puzzled, Jiang Xuanjin asked the others, “Aren’t bets supposed to have equal stakes?”

“Yes, yes!” Juwu, Bai’ai, and others nodded in unison, responding without hesitation. Juwu even patted Qingxian’s shoulder, “If you win, the lord drinks ten cups. If you lose, you drink ten cups. It’s fair!”

“…” It sounded fair, but something felt off.

Looking at the suddenly increased number of cups, Qingxian trembled, “Your Highness…”

Huaiyu gave him a deep look, clasping her hands in a salute.

A brave soul! She couldn’t protect him, so he was on his own!

Halfway through the banquet, everyone let loose. Juwu helped hold Qingxian down while Chijin poured wine into his mouth. Jiang Xuanjin sat nearby, watching Chijin pour without spilling a drop, and couldn’t help but applaud.

Li Huaiyu laughed until her stomach hurt, pounding the table. As she leaned over to speak to Jiang Xuanjin, Qingsi entered with a large gift box.

“Master, a New Year’s gift from Manager Lu.”

Lu Jingxing sent her something every year, so Li Huaiyu wasn’t surprised. She gestured for it to be placed beside her and reached out to open it.

Inside was a jade Guanyin carved from Tianshan cold jade, of excellent quality and priceless.

Looking up at the sky, the clouds were thick and oppressive.

Li Huaiyu: “…”

Squinting her eyes, she asked, “Are you hiding something from me?”

Jiang Xuanjin untied her loose knot and retied it into a beautiful bow, chuckling softly, “Why would you think that?”

Grabbing his hand, Huaiyu frowned, “A person’s intuition is very accurate, especially when I’m two people now.”

Letting her hold his hand, Jiang Xuanjin used his other hand to pat her head, then her belly, nodding, “There is something I’ve been hiding from you for a long time.”

“What?” Li Huaiyu’s face turned serious as she looked at him.

Jiang Xuanjin looked back at her, confessing softly, “Ever since you first jumped onto my carriage, I felt a bit moved.”

Oh, the first time she jumped onto his carriage…

Wait, what?!

Huaiyu was stunned, her eyes wide as saucers, staring blankly at the man in front of her, “You…”

How could he have been moved so early? At that time, all she could think about was how to kill him!

“I’ve hidden it from you for so long, I feel quite guilty,” Jiang Xuanjin said apologetically, “May I ask for your forgiveness, and let you decide my punishment?”

Li Huaiyu was dumbfounded, momentarily forgetting what she was initially suspicious about. Her mind and eyes were filled with his gentle and handsome face. Swallowing hard, she stammered, “I… I also feel guilty.”

Jiang Xuanjin looked at her deeply, tucking her stray hair behind her ear, his eyes half-closed, “I don’t blame you.”

Like a spring breeze brushing over a lake, causing ripples, Li Huaiyu felt a slight ache in her heart, followed by warmth. She held his hand tightly, looking at him for a long time, her tone softening, “I’ll embroider a robe for you.”

“Hmm?”

“I can’t do much else,” she scratched her head, “I’ve been watching Chuniang embroider and make knots, and I’ve learned a bit. I can make you a spring robe.”

His eyes glimmered, Jiang Xuanjin’s lips curled slightly before he quickly suppressed it.

“Alright,” he said gently.

Chengxu and Yufeng, crouching behind the rockery, watched with complex expressions.

“The master never used to say such things. How come he’s so fluent now?”

Yufeng sighed, shaking his head, “Proximity to cinnabar makes one red, proximity to ink makes one black.”

The lady probably never imagined that one day she would be deceived by the master. Look, with just a few words, she was completely taken in and even wanted to embroider a robe for him.

Outside, the world was in chaos, but here, it was as if the spring breeze had brought a hundred flowers into bloom!

Seeing Qingsi come to help the lady drink her medicine, Chengxu finally found a gap to report, “Master, letters have arrived from Lords Changlin, Pingling, and Nanping.”

Jiang Xuanjin turned back, his previously gentle face instantly reverting to coldness, “The replies are already in the study’s secret compartment. Send them out directly.”

Without even looking at what they said, he had already prepared replies. What could Chengxu say? He could only admire his master, bowing deeply before leaving to carry out the orders.

After so much groundwork, these three finally inclined to support him. Since they were willing to write to him, the next steps would be much easier.

Jiang Xuanjin smiled again.

Pingling Jun was most troubled by the emperor’s targeting, so he could protect him under his wing, even solve the salt shortage in Pingling; Changlin Jun was a cautious man who liked a smooth life, and his visit was likely to seek benefits. To secure him, he had to offer substantial profits and leverage; as for Nanping Jun… this person probably acted because of Huaiyu.

Li Huaiyu had received much criticism in the past, but truthfully, many people genuinely cared for her. Xu Xian and Yun Lanqing were now in Danyang’s main city, helping her seize power and consolidate Danyang’s influence. Juwu and others had risked their lives without complaint. And Nanping Jun, it was said, had been helped by the princess years ago and had since supported her many times, even sending gifts through Changlin Jun last time, and now offering righteous assistance.

Such a person deserved genuine repayment.

This time, Yixian City suffered no casualties. Jia Liang’s indulgence in his subordinates’ looting had already spread, giving Changlin Jun and the others ample reason to besiege the city. He and Huaiyu could sit back and reap the benefits.

“So generous?!” Changlin Jun exclaimed upon receiving the reply, sitting in a military camp thirty miles southeast of Yixian City, his eyes bright as he held the letter, “Thirty thousand arrows, six thousand sets of armor, three hundred fine horses… what a grand gesture!”

The advisor smiled, bowing, “I wasn’t wrong. Ziyang Jun is a man who repays kindness. You helped him, and he repays you generously. It’s a win-win.”

Changlin lacked weapons and armor, and Ziyang happened to have abundant iron mines, with many cities producing blades and armor. Changlin Jun had considered buying them but hadn’t found the right opportunity to ask. Now, Ziyang Jun had directly sent him such a large batch.

Feeling warm inside, Changlin Jun slapped the table, “What’s there to say? We must seek justice for Ziyang Jun in Yixian City!”

“Yes!” the advisor replied with a smile.

By the time the capital received the news, Jia Liang was already in dire straits.

“Isn’t this rebellion?!” Qi Han shouted angrily in court, “Yixian City is a small city, neither belonging to Ziyang nor Danyang. What right do they have to obstruct the court’s control?”

“The Prime Minister is right,” Liu Yunlie frowned, “Last time, the lords petitioned to coerce the emperor into reducing taxes, which was already extremely disrespectful. The emperor was lenient and didn’t pursue it, hoping they would change. Who knew they would become even more outrageous? If the court doesn’t act, the Northern Wei dynasty might become unstable!”

Li Huailin’s face was grim as he scanned the officials, his gaze landing on Bai Dezhong, “What does the Censor think?”

Bai Dezhong, now doing nothing but attending court, his position as Censor almost a sinecure, still stood straight, his demeanor full of righteous spirit, “Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, Ziyang Jun and the Lord of Danyang have not shown themselves. It’s the other lords who have objections about Yixian City. Perhaps Your Majesty should first investigate the situation before making a decision.”

“What more is there to ask? The fief’s soldiers have already trapped the imperial envoy in Yixian City!” Situ Jing shouted angrily, “The envoy represents the emperor. Disrespecting the envoy is disrespecting the emperor, a clear crime!”

Bai Dezhong fell silent.

Li Huailin frowned at Situ Jing, suddenly feeling annoyed, “Can’t you let people finish speaking? If you decide everything in a few words, should I send troops to the fiefs to demand accountability now?”

“Your Majesty, I believe that’s exactly what should be done,” Situ Jing bowed, “Pingling Jun refused the imperial edict, and Changlin Jun and Nanping Jun besieged the envoy. If Your Majesty tolerates these actions, they will become even more arrogant, disregarding imperial authority!”

“Situ is right,” Qi Han agreed, “They need to be punished.”

Liu Yunlie also said, “I agree with Situ.”

Li Huailin sat high on the dragon throne, his expression icy.

After court, he went to the harem.

Consort Ning was waiting with hot soup in the palace. Seeing him return, she smiled, greeted him, and led him inside, ladling the soup into a bowl and offering it to him.

“Is Your Majesty upset again?” she asked softly.

With the palace doors closed and no one else around, Li Huailin’s face was full of anger, which he didn’t bother to hide. He swept the soup bowl to the ground with a “crash.”

Any other concubine would have been terrified, but Consort Ning was used to it. She took a spare bowl, refilled it, and placed it before him, “You can only break one more. I only made enough for three bowls.”

Glaring at her, Li Huailin said, “Am I destined to be manipulated by others?!”

Her pale, soft fingers held the spoon, offering him a sip, Consort Ning smiled, “Your Majesty is wise and strategic, having seized power from the princess at a young age. You are remarkable.”

“You didn’t see!” Li Huailin growled, “Situ Jing and those old foxes act like the court is their domain. Now, the voices I hear are fewer and fewer, and they still aren’t satisfied, wanting me to listen only to them!”

“I want to be a good emperor who listens to advice, but I can’t change the current court…”

His eyes reddened, Li Huailin looked at Consort Ning, “Was I wrong from the start?”

Seeing him like this, Consort Ning felt a pang of sympathy, coaxing him to drink two spoonfuls of soup, sighing, “Royalty is often powerless. Every decision you make has its reasons, beyond right or wrong.”

Li Huailin pursed his lips stubbornly, but there was still some guilt in his eyes.

After a while, he came to his senses, wanting to say something, but noticed Consort Ning’s swollen hand.

“What happened?” His face darkened as he grabbed her hand.

Consort Ning chuckled, “I accidentally burned myself while making soup.”

“Why make it yourself? There are so many people in the palace not just for show!” he snapped, “If this happens again, I’ll have all your maids kneel on Yellow Springs Road!”

His shout was loud, scaring the maids outside the hall into kneeling, some even crying quietly.

Consort Ning stopped smiling, tugging at his robe, frowning slightly.

He was always so fierce, and since the princess left, his temper had worsened, often taking lives without reason, seemingly indifferent to human life.

Seeing her expression, Li Huailin raised his chin, “Do you have a problem with me?”

She always supported him, like the princess, protecting and being kind to him, which was why the emperor favored her most, making her the most beloved in the harem, elevating the Ning family.

But she didn’t necessarily want wealth and glory; she feared he would fall beyond redemption.

“Not speaking?” Feeling anxious, Li Huailin clenched his robe, “Even you don’t want to talk to me anymore.”

“Your Majesty…”

Waving his sleeve, Li Huailin, as if sulking, said coldly, “If you don’t want to talk, then don’t. If you think I’m wrong, I’ll go elsewhere.”

With that, he left He Xi Palace.

Ning Wanwei sat on the couch, staring blankly at his back for a long time, suddenly remembering etiquette, she gathered her skirt and knelt at the door.

At the end of the year, the capital, under the guise of selecting imperial guards, sent thirty thousand troops to press on Pingling. Jiang Xuanjin had anticipated this, and with Lords Changlin and Nanping, gathered forty thousand troops to defend Pingling’s border.

Jia Liang quickly retreated from Yixian City, but before leaving Pingling, he was killed by an unknown assassin. A major conflict erupted between the fiefs and the court.

Changlin Jun only wanted to help reclaim Yixian City, but Ziyang Jun’s attitude was so favorable, coupled with substantial benefits, that after hesitating for half a month, he chose a side, delaying the taxes owed to the court and the year-end duty of reporting to the capital.

If he didn’t go, Pingling Jun couldn’t go, and Nanping Jun also claimed illness to avoid the capital. Ziyang and Danyang were out of the question, and the other lords watched from the sidelines. Thus, at the end of the year, only two or three lords reported to the capital as scheduled.

“How did it suddenly come to this?” Li Huaiyu asked upon receiving the news, resting her seven-month-pregnant belly on the soft couch, her almond eyes wide as she looked at Jiang Xuanjin, “What did you do?”

She had expected another round of maneuvering at the year-end in the capital, but the lords didn’t even want to go. She was peacefully nurturing her pregnancy, completely unaware of what had happened.

Jiang Xuanjin innocently replied, “I’ve been idling with you all along, when did I do anything?”

Thinking about it, it made sense. He was with her every day, more concerned about her belly than she was, so he probably didn’t have time to deal with Huailin. But…

“We’ve been in Ziyang Border City for a month, right? When can we return to Yixian City?” she asked suspiciously, “If it were just a day or two, fine, but I’ve been away for so long, and there’s no news from Yixian City?”

Jiang Xuanjin calmly said, “If you want to return, I’ll have the carriage prepared this afternoon.”

The court’s people had already withdrawn from Yixian City, and Pingling Jun, trying to curry favor, had compensated with a lot of silver. The citizens were gradually returning to the city to receive the government’s repair funds. If she returned now, she wouldn’t notice anything.

“Alright,” Huaiyu pouted, “I want to go back and see. Chuniang has been talking about it, saying her knot is finally done, and she wants to find a shop to exchange it for something.”

“Can a knot be exchanged for something?” Jiang Xuanjin was puzzled.

Li Huaiyu nodded, sighing, “She made it so intricate, spending a lot of effort. I think the shopkeeper should give her a treasure in return.”

Thinking for a moment, Jiang Xuanjin asked, “How’s your robe embroidery coming along?”

Embarrassed, Li Huaiyu scratched the back of her head, “It’s still early. I chose the simplest pattern and am having Chuniang teach me.”

“Good,” the person in front of her nodded, speaking seriously, “When you’re done, bring it to me, and I’ll exchange it for a treasure.”

Hmm? Huaiyu was surprised, looking at him, “Chuniang’s work is skillful, so the shopkeeper exchanges it. Why would you exchange mine?”

This was a serious question. Jiang Xuanjin thought carefully, then said, “Let’s just say I’m blinded by beauty.”

Outside, the maids were embroiled in a heated argument, revealing each other’s secrets until none of them had the face to stay. They dispersed in a huff, leaving the two inside to enjoy the spectacle before returning to their rooms.

As Huaiyu stepped over the threshold of the main house, a low, hoarse voice sounded from the doorway, “Where have you been?”

Startled, she turned her head, clutching her chest, “Just at the gate. Where else could I go? Why are you here without lighting a lamp?”

Jiang Xuanjin scrutinized her closely, relaxing only after confirming she was unharmed. “I just finished reviewing some documents and thought I’d stop by.”

It’s already midnight. Just finished? Huaiyu frowned, reaching out to pinch his sleeve.

A chilling coldness seeped through his clothes, indicating he had been outside for quite some time.

“You,” Li Huaiyu said, half-amused, half-exasperated, “can’t even lie properly without changing your clothes?”

Jiang Xuanjin paused, glancing down as if unaware of his attire’s state. Just as he was about to inspect it, his fingers were grasped by the person in front of him.

Warmth spread from her palm, startling him. Jiang Xuanjin instinctively withdrew his hand, stepping back slightly.

The person before him seemed unafraid of the cold. As he retreated, she moved closer, pulling at the ties of his outer robe, opening his collar, and then embracing him.

“Cold,” Jiang Xuanjin protested, struggling.

Li Huaiyu held him tightly, laughing, “I know you’re cold, so I’m warming you up.”

“I’m worried you’ll be cold.”

“I’m not cold at all. There’s a brazier in the room, and I have hand warmers when I go out. Not a bit of wind touches me, but you,” Huaiyu looked up at him, her eyes glinting in the dark room, “why were you out in the cold wind for so long?”

Half-supporting her waist, Jiang Xuanjin didn’t answer. After a moment of distraction, he lowered his head and said, “Would you accompany me to Ziyang Border City?”

“Hmm?” Huaiyu was puzzled, “Why suddenly go there?”

“It’s close to Yixian City. And lively,” he said, his face unchanged, “There’s nothing much here now, so let’s consider it a trip.”

Huaiyu hesitated, “Is it okay to just leave? The imperial envoy will come eventually, right?”

“No worries,” he replied, “We can deal with it when he arrives.”

Hearing his relaxed tone, Li Huaiyu felt it wasn’t a big deal. After thinking for a while, she nodded, “Alright. They’ve suffered with me in Yixian City for so long; they deserve some relaxation.”

“Then it’s settled,” Jiang Xuanjin said, “We’ll have people prepare tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Huaiyu nodded obediently, sitting by the bed with his guidance. Seeing he intended to leave, she reached out and grabbed his hand, not letting go.

Jiang Xuanjin looked at her in confusion. Moonlight streamed through the carved window, making her eyes sparkle.

“Stay with me tonight,” she half-coaxed, half-demanded.

His body stiffened slightly, and Jiang Xuanjin shook his head, “Your belly.”

It’s so big now. If he shared the bed with her, what if he accidentally pressed against it?

“Because of this belly, I can’t sleep well,” Huaiyu pouted, “With you by my side, maybe I’ll feel better.”

Jiang Xuanjin pursed his lips, staring at her belly, “Why can’t you sleep well?”

“It’s hard to position,” she pointed at her round belly, “A pillow is too high, it feels empty.”

He hung his outer robe on the nearby screen, gesturing for her to get into bed, then lay beside her.

Huaiyu giggled, hugging his arm, “Ziyang Jun is so agreeable now.”

He shot her a sidelong glance, “Was I not agreeable before?”

Huaiyu widened her eyes, “You were more than just disagreeable! You wouldn’t even let people talk to you! Remember when Baihua Jun came to Northern Wei in the fifth year of Daxing? We were discussing how to welcome him in court. I had just started speaking when you shut me down.”

Recalling the incident, Jiang Xuanjin said, “You suggested welcoming him with the highest honors.”

“Yes!”

The former princess, dressed in a grand palace gown, sat beside the emperor, smiling, “Baihua Jun of Eastern Jin holds an exceptional status. Our Northern Wei should show the grandeur of a great nation, with ten carriages and a hundred horses, opening the gates to welcome him…”

“Your Highness,” Ziyang Jun interrupted coldly from his position, “No matter how high Baihua Jun’s status, he is merely a titled lord, not the ruler of Eastern Jin. If we welcome him with such honors, what will we do when the ruler of Eastern Jin visits?”

Li Huaiyu clearly remembered Jiang Xuanjin’s tone back then—cold and ruthless, giving her no face.

Thinking of that scene, Jiang Xuanjin smirked slightly, “I didn’t know at the time.”

“Didn’t know what?” Huaiyu pinched his arm, feigning anger.

He turned his head naturally, placing his hand under her belly, his lips parting slightly, “I didn’t know the person sitting above was my future wife. My apologies.”

A firework exploded in her heart, painting the sky with brilliance. Huaiyu stared at him, dumbfounded, confirming the words came from his mouth, and her smile widened to her ears.

The dignified and elegant Ziyang Jun… said sweet words to her. Is there a way to preserve these words? She wanted to announce it to the world!

“Say it again,” she said, her eyes bright.

Jiang Xuanjin seemed to realize, pursing his lips, he whispered, “Sleep, it’s late.”

“I’ll sleep if you say it!” she insisted.

Covering her eyes with his hand, he said, slightly annoyed, “If you keep this up, I’ll return to my room.”

Pouting, Li Huaiyu couldn’t stop smiling, her eyes blinking, her lashes tickling his palm. She intended to tease him, but soon she grew tired, yawning long.

Perhaps it was Jiang Xuanjin’s presence, but she felt more comfortable sleeping on her side than usual, her belly no longer felt empty, and the scent of sandalwood filled her senses.

Soon, Huaiyu fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Xuanjin dared not move the hand under her belly, breathing softly as he watched her face.

Recently, she had been well-nourished and free from worries, and her face had finally rounded out. Physician Qi said that if she maintained this until delivery, her body would recover, reducing the risk.

If so, Jiang Xuanjin thought, let her rest well. Anything that might disturb her pregnancy would be kept out of her sight.

In the past, he didn’t know she was his wife and had offended her many times. Now, he had plenty of opportunities to make it up to her.

Huaiyu slept soundly, and when she awoke, Jiang Xuanjin was gone. Qingsi stood respectfully by her bed, “Mistress, everyone has started packing.”

“Hmm? They all know we’re going to Ziyang Border City?” Huaiyu asked, yawning.

Qingsi nodded, “The Lord informed everyone early this morning. Qingxian and Bai’ai will leave later, but the rest will depart afternoon.”

So urgent? Huaiyu nodded, not asking further, and got up to wash and see what needed to be packed.

The princess’s residence was peaceful, but the entire Yixian City was in turmoil.

A large number of soldiers poured into the city, escorting the elderly, women, and children to Ziyang Border City. Among the able-bodied men, those willing donned armor to join the army, while those unwilling followed the women and children in retreat. Everyone knew that the imperial court had sent troops to Yixian City, and staying would inevitably lead to disaster.

Jiang Xuanjin sent messages to Pingling, Changlin, Nanping, and Gongyi, warning them of the emperor’s intention to forcibly seize territories. Each place grew tense, watching the situation unfold.

Since the battle at Wuzixiagu, he had been withdrawing his troops, now encountering Jia Liang’s rear guard, forming a pincer movement with the defenders of Yixian City.

Jia Liang was panicked! He carried the emperor’s decree, yet hadn’t even entered Yixian City’s gates before a battle was imminent. But Ziyang Jun’s murderous intent was blatantly clear, and seeking peace was futile. If he couldn’t break into Yixian City, he’d be besieged outside its gates.

After much deliberation, Jia Liang ordered his army to enter the city. At least breaking the stalemate would ensure his survival.

“Attack—” The cries outside the city gates were deafening. Jiang Xuanjin stood atop the city wall, watching as he asked the person beside him, “Have you seen enough?”

The scout, drenched in cold sweat, repeatedly bowed, “I’ll report to the lords immediately.”

The court struck first; the evidence was clear! If Ziyang Jun and the princess couldn’t hold Yixian City, how could the other lords protect their territories?

The people of Yixian City fled, scattering to surrounding areas. Thus, the news of the court’s attack on Yixian City quickly spread across half of Northern Wei.

However, Jia Liang knew nothing. He only felt the city was too easy to enter, and there seemed to be few people inside. Puzzled, he began searching for Ziyang Jun, only to find he wasn’t in the city, and the princess’s residence was empty.

“Something feels off,” he muttered, “Wasn’t there talk of many defenders in the city?”

“Our forces must have been so intimidating that they fled in panic!” someone beside him laughed flatteringly.

“No,” Jia Liang shook his head, “Ziyang Jun wouldn’t fear us.”

Even if they entered the city, they wouldn’t dare harm Jiang Xuanjin. He had prepared to apologize, but now it was an empty city, and Ziyang Jun had vanished.

Jia Liang was uneasy, but his men were delighted, looting the city with officials as soon as they entered, seizing property.

“This is too much!” Changlin Jun fumed upon hearing the news, “Yixian City is isolated. If not for the princess and Ziyang Jun, everyone there would be dead. Now that there’s a glimmer of hope, the court wants to seize it, clearly robbing!”

“Indeed! Recently, the emperor promised to reduce taxes, but after reducing the salt tax, he added others. It hasn’t changed at all, yet he acts like it’s a great favor,” an advisor sighed, “Forgive my bluntness, but our emperor is quite greedy.”

“What about Pingling?” Changlin Jun asked.

“Pingling Jun is in a difficult position. The emperor wants to use his troops against Ziyang Jun, but he’s unwilling and is finding ways to resist,” the advisor suggested, “In my opinion, you could do Ziyang Jun a favor.”

“Oh?” Changlin Jun inquired, “How so?”

“Ziyang Jun currently has the strongest military among the lords. He isn’t fighting because he doesn’t want to give the court an excuse to accuse him of rebellion,” the advisor explained, “You could join forces with Nanping Jun to support Ziyang Jun. Suppress Pingling’s forces, giving Pingling Jun a way out and helping Ziyang Jun. With Ziyang Jun’s gratitude, wouldn’t he reward Changlin?”

It made sense! Stroking his beard, Changlin Jun pondered for a while and nodded, “It’s worth a try.”

Nanping Jun also wanted to help the princess, so he could hide behind Nanping Jun and make a move. He’d gain favor without any trouble falling on him.

They acted quickly. Changlin Jun sent a letter to Nanping, gathered over three thousand men, and joined forces with Nanping’s army, heading to Yixian City.

This decision wasn’t wrong. Jiang Xuanjin indeed prepared generous gifts for Changlin Jun, but once their forces reached Yixian City, they became “Ziyang Jun’s allies” in the emperor’s eyes.

Li Huailin, far away, wouldn’t know if they came to mediate or for another reason. He knew these lords not only petitioned for tax reduction but also protected Ziyang Jun, disregarding him as emperor.

The court was tense, aware that if the lords rebelled, it would spell disaster for the court. If one lord rebelled, there might be room for negotiation, but if many joined forces, it could topple Northern Wei.

Li Huailin was also anxious. He only wanted to bring his sister back, but now it involved Ziyang Jun and many others.

If he retreated, the court’s dignity would be lost. If not, he had to use both soft and hard tactics to show them the court’s power.

Li Huailin wanted to use Pingling’s forces, but Pingling Jun feigned ignorance, ignoring his orders. If even Pingling Jun sided with Jiang Xuanjin, Li Huailin was truly angry.

“Announce my decree: Pingling Jun defies orders, violating the law. Arrest him immediately and bring him to the capital for punishment!”

Unable to target Jiang Xuanjin, he had to make an example of Li Fangwu. He didn’t intend to punish him severely, just wanted to question his intentions.

However, Jiang Xuanjin’s letter reached Pingling before the imperial decree, warning Pingling Jun to be cautious, as serving the emperor was like serving a tiger.

Li Fangwu had hesitated about seeking favor with Ziyang Jun like Changlin Jun, but upon hearing the decree, he didn’t hesitate, immediately sealing Pingling’s border and contacting Changlin Jun.

“What are you smiling about?” Huaiyu stood in the courtyard, glancing at Jiang Xuanjin beside her, shivering, “Why are you suddenly smiling so strangely?”

Jiang Xuanjin curved his lips, adjusting her cloak, “Just thinking the weather is nice today.”

“Really?” Huaiyu swallowed a few mouthfuls of red bean porridge, feeling that her recent days seemed a bit too comfortable. It should have been a tumultuous time, yet everything was calm here, and even Qingxian’s daily reports of city affairs had dwindled.

“Living like this every day isn’t bad,” she muttered softly.

The person beside her reached out to stroke her hair, his eyes exceptionally gentle.

She had been exhausted for eight years, during which he knew nothing and hadn’t helped her much, often opposing her instead. Now that he stood by her side, it was time to make amends.

With the bowl of red bean porridge finished, Jiang Xuanjin set it aside, called Qi Jin to check her pulse, and then accompanied her for a walk in the courtyard. The two of them seemed as leisurely as if they had retired to the mountains.

“Master,” Chengxu approached after a while, whispering a few words in his ear.

Jiang Xuanjin listened calmly and then said to Li Huaiyu, “Lü Qing has sent some documents. I’ll go to the study to take a look. You go chat with Miss Xu for a while.”

“Alright.” His expression was so composed that Huaiyu didn’t suspect a thing and followed Qingsi to Xu Chuniang’s place.

Jiang Xuanjin watched her leave through the moon gate before his face darkened. He turned and asked, “Where are they fighting?”

Chengxu bowed, “Twenty miles outside the East City Gate.”

Jiu Wu’s men and the reinforcements from Pingling met in the eastern canyon. They initially intended to persuade the reinforcements to retreat, as Li Fangwu had agreed to just put on a show. However, some unexpected events led to a battle, resulting in significant casualties on both sides.

Such a fight would inevitably alarm the surrounding areas, and the charge of rebellion against Yixian City might be confirmed.

Jiang Xuanjin pondered, repeatedly rubbing his sleeve, his dark eyes revealing no light.

When Huaiyu entered Xu Chuniang’s room, she saw a large pile of silk threads on a square table. Xu Chuniang was focused on making a complex knot. Hearing the sound, she looked up and smiled, “What brings Your Highness here?”

“Just came to see you.” Huaiyu curiously picked up a few silk threads. “What are you making?”

“Something,” Xu Chuniang replied, looking down. “The design is quite novel. I haven’t seen a knot like this before.”

Knots are usually made to hold things, with simple patterns. But the pattern she got from the shop was very intricate, depicting a pair of dragons and phoenixes on the knot. It was so large that it could probably hold a person.

Chuniang estimated that it might take a month to complete.

“This pattern…” Huaiyu murmured, looking at the design, “Why does it seem familiar?”

Chuniang didn’t hear her and instead asked, “Where did the Ziyang Lord go?”

“To the study.” Unable to recall where she had seen the design, Huaiyu let it go, sitting beside Chuniang and watching her nimble fingers. “You’re skillful.”

Chuniang smiled, “I don’t have much else to do, so I just play with these.”

Thinking of Jiang Shen, Huaiyu suddenly remembered, “I almost forgot. The Ziyang Lord said that when Second Young Master Jiang left, he left a message for you. He didn’t have time to come over, so he asked me to tell you.”

Chuniang paused in her knot-making, lowering her eyes. “What did he say?”

“It was just one sentence,” Huaiyu recalled Jiang Xuanjin’s words and repeated, “There are plenty of fish in the sea.”

Chuniang was taken aback, then laughed softly, “Makes sense.”

She had wondered what he would say, but it turned out to be just that. Indeed, someone as carefree as Second Young Master Jiang would have no shortage of women. To him, she was just a regret.

She had felt a bit troubled before, but hearing this, Xu Chuniang felt completely relieved.

She and Jiang Shen were destined to be apart. It was a mistake that had passed. Since he had let go, she didn’t need to dwell on it. A second marriage for a woman was not easy, and she didn’t want one. Once the matters in Yixian City were settled, she would return to the main city of Danyang to spend her remaining years with her elders.

A new maid entered the room to pour tea, listened to their conversation for a bit, then pursed her lips and left.

A few maids gathered in a corner, whispering, “Everyone says Miss Xu is good, but I don’t see what’s so good about her. She’s plain-looking and a discarded woman. What does Lord Chijin see in her?”

“Exactly, I can’t stand her weak and pitiful demeanor, pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy. That master must be blind to keep someone like her.”

“Don’t say that. Our master isn’t a good person either.”

“What do you mean?”

Looking around, a maid whispered, “Look at how many men are around her. The Ziyang Lord is said to be the father of her child, but I’ve heard she has a close relationship with Shopkeeper Lu too. And those other lords, aren’t they all fawning over her? A woman can only marry one man, and even after marriage, she’s surrounded by so many men. It’s a good thing the Ziyang Lord has a good temper.”

Rumors and gossip, when pieced together, seemed to become facts. The young maids spoke with enthusiasm, quickly condemning the two, each wearing a disdainful expression, afraid of being seen as one of them.

Someone whispered, “Did our master do something wrong?”

The person next to her immediately glared, “Even if they did something wrong, would we know? Look at how many people outside are criticizing her. If so many people are saying it, there must be something wrong. Everyone can’t be wrong!”

That made sense. The more people, the more justice. If everyone thought someone was bad, they must be bad!

Thus, the maids with higher status were less respectful to Xu Chuniang, occasionally talking back and unwilling to serve her.

One maid showed her attitude, and the others secretly watched, silently cheering. Xu Chuniang, being good-tempered, wouldn’t punish anyone, so the maids in her courtyard grew bolder. After talking back, they would return to the servants’ quarters and be praised by the other maids, becoming even more arrogant.

The maids in the main courtyard noticed and wanted to imitate. So, when serving dinner, one maid didn’t hold the soup bowl properly, spilling it all over the table and splashing Huaiyu.

Li Huaiyu looked up at her.

“This servant deserves to die,” the maid said, “I didn’t hold it steady.”

She admitted her mistake, but her attitude was far from apologetic, her expression proud as if she had done a good deed.

Smirking, Huaiyu stood up, took off her wet clothes, and asked, “When did you enter the residence?”

The maid glanced at her, pursing her lips, “Three days ago.”

Three days, no wonder. The blind aren’t afraid of heights. Huaiyu smiled, “It’s fine, just an accident.”

The maid was delighted, ready to leave and boast. But then she heard Huaiyu’s next words, “Wash these clothes and return them within an hour.”

In the cold outside, with the well almost frozen, she was to wash clothes. The maid was shocked, thinking, and said, “I’ll send them to be washed.”

After all, there were farm women outside willing to wash clothes in winter to make a living.

“That won’t do.” Leaning on the table, smiling at her, Li Huaiyu gestured, and Qingsi stepped forward, expressionless.

“You spilled the soup, so you should wash it. Sister Qingsi will accompany you and fetch water for you. You wash.”

The maid’s face turned blue, thinking this master was petty, making a fuss over a bowl of soup.

But there was no choice. Under the eaves, she had to comply. Holding the clothes, and biting her lip, she reluctantly left.

“Madam,” Qi Jin whispered beside her, “there’s been a lot of gossip in the residence lately. Be careful.”

Li Huaiyu sneered, “In my own nest… I mean, my residence, there’s never been such nonsense. Gossip? I think they’re living too comfortably.”

Even in the most difficult times, there were no traitors in Feiyun Palace. These young maids probably hadn’t figured out why.

Indeed, they didn’t know. The maid forced to wash clothes had her hands frostbitten, cried in the servants’ quarters, and the others were indignant, thinking the master was harsh. They were plotting to strike or feign illness. The maids in Xu Chuniang’s courtyard even fetched cold water for their master, thinking of venting their anger.

However, at midnight that night, all the maids in the residence were dragged out of bed and expelled from the Princess’s residence.

“What’s going on?” someone cried, clutching a blanket, “What did we do wrong?”

Qingsi stood at the door, saying coldly, “You think too highly of yourselves.”

“What’s the evidence?” the most respected maid stepped forward, “We didn’t say anything!”

“Exactly, kicking us out for no reason. If it were daytime, fine, but in the middle of the night, where are we supposed to go in this cold?”

Chattering complaints filled the air. Qingsi listened calmly, waiting for them to quiet down before saying, “The master instructed that anyone who can reveal the person spreading rumors can return, with double the monthly pay.”

As soon as she said this, someone immediately spoke up, “The one who spoke ill of the master and Miss Xu was Sister Qiongtai, nothing to do with me!”

Named, Qiongtai retorted coldly, “You didn’t say anything? You were more enthusiastic than anyone!”

“That was Xunmei and Qiushui who were the worst!”

“Yes, and Wangmei!”

They had been united just moments ago, but now they turned on each other, arguing loudly at the door.

Li Huaiyu watched with Xu Chuniang, sighing, “See? You can’t be too kind to those with bad roots. If you give them an inch, they’ll take a mile. It’s better to save your kindness for good people.”

Xu Chuniang sighed, “They’re not wrong. My reputation isn’t great. After all, I was divorced and didn’t return home. It’s normal to be talked about.”

“Why should it be?” Huaiyu glared at her, “You didn’t steal, didn’t rob, didn’t do anything wrong. Why should you suffer for meeting the wrong person? I’m telling you if you don’t fight back, people will think you’re at fault. Human nature is inherently evil. If you can’t save the world, at least save yourself.”

Silence is never a good thing. Rather than waiting for justice after a hundred years, she preferred to see good people stand up and defend themselves. That’s the true way of the world.

The soldier who shouted thought he had misheard and scratched his ear, looking up to ask, “What?”

“I said, the gate will not open,” the man on the city wall stood with his hands behind his back, speaking slowly, “Today, Yixian City is under martial law. No entry or exit for those of unknown origin.”

The soldier was taken aback, fuming with anger, and rode back to Jia Liang, exaggerating, “Sir! There’s a young master on the city wall who says your status isn’t high enough to open the gate!”

Jia Liang’s smile vanished instantly. “What?”

The soldier continued indignantly, “That man isn’t even wearing armor, just common clothes, with delicate skin—a kept man! He’s using a feather as an arrow, obviously not taking you seriously!”

“This is outrageous!” the deputy general behind him shouted. “Sir, you have the imperial edict with you!”

Jia Liang squinted at the distant city wall, vaguely seeing a figure in light-colored robes. He sneered, “Ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. Today, I will make him kneel and apologize!”

“Sir, mighty!” the guards behind him cheered in unison.

With so many people backing him, Jia Liang straightened his back, spurred his horse, and led his guards to stand beneath the city gate.

“Ho—” Thousands of troops shouted, countless arrows aimed at the city wall. Jia Liang, holding the reins, said leisurely, “Being kept by a woman, do you think you have some skills? Where’s the person who said my status isn’t enough? Why don’t you dare show yourself?”

The people behind him jeered, and Jia Liang continued mockingly, “Eating soft rice so much that you don’t even have the strength to open the gate?”

The flags fluttered on the city wall, and many people stood there. The soldier who reported pointed at the figure in the green robe and said, “Sir, there he is!”

Following his direction, Jia Liang was about to continue his mockery, but when his gaze met the man’s eyes, he paused.

Why did he look familiar?

With handsome brows and eyes, a cold demeanor not of this world, a jade crown properly worn, and a majestic presence like a celestial being. Jia Liang had seen the Ziyang Lord in court before and had secretly praised his unparalleled elegance. Now, seeing this man, he was stunned for a moment, and when he realized who it was, his mouth twitched.

The soldier didn’t notice his expression and, seeing the man step to the edge of the wall, pointed at him and said, “The imperial envoy is here. If you have the guts, keep the gate closed! Let’s see what happens to you…”

Before he could finish, he was hit hard on the back of the head, stopping him in pain. Confused, he turned to see Jia Liang, who had been so imposing, now sweating profusely and scolding him with trembling lips, “What are you shouting about!”

“Sir… Sir?”

Sliding off his horse, Jia Liang looked back at his army, hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped forward to salute.

“Your servant Jia Liang greets Your Highness!”

His bow left the soldiers behind him dumbfounded. There was only a seemingly frail person on the city wall. A single command to “release arrows” would turn him into a beehive. Why were they afraid of him?

Jiang Xuanjin looked calmly at the people below and repeated, “Yixian City is under martial law. The gate will not open. If you have an urgent business…”

He paused, looking at the restless troops behind, “Then why not try forcing your way in?”

Such provocative words, Jia Liang could endure, but the ignorant deputy generals and soldiers behind him couldn’t. They booed, and their horses pawed the sandy ground.

“Don’t act rashly!” Jia Liang hurriedly said, “Dismount!”

The deputy generals reluctantly dismounted, looking dissatisfied.

If the person on the city wall were a fierce general like Xu Xian, they might consider backing down. But who was this? Someone with no presence at all, why should they retreat for him?

Yixian City was already on the brink. They followed Jia Liang to clear the rebels, hoping to get a share of the spoils. Everyone knew how much they could gain during the process. Otherwise, why would they flatter Jia Liang all the way here?

Now, at the city gate, he seemed to want to back down.

“The people below are blind, not knowing Your Highness is here, and have offended you!” Without looking at the people behind him, Jia Liang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, “We dare not force our way in, but I have brought the imperial edict. Your Highness should at least let me in to deliver it.”

Jiang Xuanjin nodded understandingly, “If you wish to deliver the edict, you may enter alone. The rest will camp outside.”

“This…” Jia Liang hesitated. How could he dare enter alone?

“Sir!” someone whispered behind him, “Didn’t you say that even if the Ziyang Lord is in the city, he would help us?”

Jia Liang wanted to know what was going on! Wasn’t it said that the Ziyang Lord had broken with the Grand Princess? The rumors were vivid, saying that the person claiming to be the Grand Princess had offended His Highness, who then ordered the blockade of Ziyang’s border city, cutting off contact with Danyang.

But now, the situation seemed off.

“Sir, let’s just charge in,” the deputy general said in a low voice. “Who cares about the Ziyang Lord? Can he alone stop our thousands of troops? Once we enter the city and eliminate the rebels, we can apologize to him later.”

“Yes, we can’t give him such a face. The brothers need an explanation.”

Their chatter made Jia Liang anxious. He waved his hand, “No, no.”

The deputy general grew impatient, “If you don’t dare, I’ll lead the charge. You can rest in the back.”

With that, he waved for someone to help Jia Liang away.

Jia Liang half-heartedly complied. After all, he wanted to enter the city but didn’t dare offend the Ziyang Lord. If he didn’t show up now, once inside, he could still curry favor with the Ziyang Lord and push the deputy general to take the blame. His Highness couldn’t blame him.

Thinking this, Jia Liang feigned difficulty, struggled a bit, and retreated to the rear of the army.

“Charge!” Facing the gaze of the young man in green above, the deputy general arrogantly raised his sword.

The men behind him responded in unison, mounted their horses, and charged at the gate. Meanwhile, the archers received the order, and a rain of arrows shot towards the battlements.

“Your Highness, be careful!” someone shouted from the city wall.

Jiang Xuanjin focused on the arrows coming from below. The arrow’s momentum wasn’t strong, and he easily caught two with a stretch of his hand.

“Such poor aim,” he commented objectively.

Ladders were placed against the wall. The deputy general, having studied military tactics, wasted no time and aimed to capture him first. He moved swiftly over the ladder, his agility evident. Climbing over the battlements, he launched a fierce attack, aiming for Jiang Xuanjin’s throat.

Chengxu and Yufeng stood nearby, showing no intention of helping. Instead, they used long poles to knock down the ladder he climbed.

The deputy general’s hand reached out, visibly unwashed, with dirt under his nails. Jiang Xuanjin frowned, dodged his grasp, and struck his elbow, twisting his arm behind his back.

In pain, the deputy general tried to counterattack, aiming for Jiang Xuanjin’s lower body to break free. Jiang Xuanjin released him, dodged the sweeping kick, and stepped directly on the man’s ankle.

A cracking sound echoed, and the deputy general’s face turned pale.

This man seemed to have no strength, yet his blows were so heavy.

Numb with pain, the deputy general felt humiliated. Gritting his teeth, he drew his sword, intending to slash at Jiang Xuanjin’s neck.

Jiang Xuanjin reacted faster. As the sword left its sheath, he kicked the man’s hand, sending the gleaming blade flying. He landed a palm on the deputy general’s shoulder, using the force to flip in the air, catching the sword and landing back in place, the blade aimed at the deputy general’s throat.

“Is this what you intended?” he asked.

His swift movements, unhindered by armor, made him much more agile. Feeling the cold blade at his throat, the deputy general’s expression changed. “You… you know martial arts?”

Wasn’t the Ziyang Lord supposed to be a scholar?

Jiang Xuanjin replied coldly, “I know a little.”

The phrase reminded him of Jiu Wu, and he smirked slightly, adding, “Better than the average person who knows a little.”

“Achoo!” Leading his men to intercept reinforcements from Pingling, Jiu Wu suddenly sneezed, startling his horse.

“What’s going on?” he muttered, rubbing his nose. “Maybe His Highness is thinking of me. Everyone, move faster!”

“Yes!” The large group followed, cutting across from the southeast, about to meet the reinforcements in the canyon ahead.

On the city wall, the wind howled. The deputy general turned to find himself alone on the wall, the ladder broken, with no guards behind him.

“Your… Your Highness, spare me,” he pleaded, softening his tone. “I was just following orders.”

The sword hilt was dirty, so Jiang Xuanjin tossed it aside, saying, “Tell your men to retreat.”

If the sword were still at his throat, he would have had to comply. But seeing Jiang Xuanjin discard the sword, a vicious glint flashed in the deputy general’s eyes. He nodded repeatedly, “Yes, yes, I’ll have them… send you off!”

His tone changed abruptly on the last four words, and he flipped the sword on the ground into his hand, slashing at Jiang Xuanjin.

As if anticipating this move, Jiang Xuanjin calmly sidestepped, twisted the man’s wrist, and kicked him in the chest.

Not letting go, he pulled the man back after the kick, turning his face blue. The deputy general tried to fight back, but with a dislocated ankle, his movements were sluggish. In a moment of hesitation, Jiang Xuanjin punched him in the abdomen.

The force penetrated the armor, shaking him. Before he could react, he tasted blood in his throat and spat it out.

Below, the soldiers continued their assault, and the shaky city gate collapsed with a roar, the shouts echoing.

The deputy general spat blood, sneering, “Even if you kill me, you can’t stop us from entering the city. Surrender obediently!”

Frowning at the bloodstains on his sleeve, Jiang Xuanjin grabbed the man’s armor, dragging him from the outer wall to the inner wall, throwing him against the stone.

Dazed, the deputy general looked up to see the situation inside the city.

A dense crowd filled the streets and alleys, a line of shield soldiers at the gate protecting the archers behind, their sharp arrows aimed at those entering the city.

From his angle, the number of people he could see was already comparable to those they brought, not to mention those unseen behind.

“How can this be?!” the deputy general exclaimed, “Wasn’t it said that Yixian City had no garrison?”

They relied on their numbers to be so arrogant. If it came to a real fight…

The soldiers who rushed into the city were stunned by the scene before them, stopping in their tracks, not daring to advance. Some timid leaders even began retreating.

“Your Highness, let’s talk this over,” the deputy general finally lost his temper, smiling apologetically. “I’ve been serving in Pingling and didn’t know of Your Highness’s reputation… Let’s consider this a misunderstanding. Please calm down, and let’s sit down and talk?”

Jiang Xuanjin sneered.

Moments later, the deputy general was thrown off the city wall.

“Ah—”

A scream so loud that Jia Liang in the rear heard it and quickly asked, “What’s happening?”

A trembling messenger reported, “There’s an ambush in the city. Deputy General Liu was thrown off the wall and seems to have broken bones.”

Gasping, Jia Liang jumped up, “I said we shouldn’t fight, but you wouldn’t listen! Now look, the Ziyang Lord is angry! Retreat quickly!”

“But what reason does the Ziyang Lord have to keep us out of the city?” the strategist asked, “Everything needs a reason. We’re here by imperial decree. Is His Highness defying the edict?”

Jia Liang thought for a moment, clinging to a sliver of hope, and sent someone respectfully to inquire—why couldn’t they enter Yixian City?

A message quickly came down from the city wall: “His Highness said the Lady is resting in the city and dislikes disturbances.”

Jia Liang’s eyelid twitched.

What a flimsy excuse! Everyone knew the Ziyang Lord wasn’t swayed by women. How could he defy the edict for his wife?

Perhaps there were other interests involved? He pondered for a while and decided to wait for reinforcements, camping outside the city for now.

There were some skirmishes between the two sides, resulting in dozens of casualties. However, the outside forces retreated quickly, and by the time the hour of Si arrived, the city gate of Yixian City was quiet again.

Chengxu followed his lord back to the Princess’s residence, watching him wash and change into a fresh robe before casually heading to the main house.

Li Huaiyu had just woken up, lazily leaning against the bed. Seeing him enter, she smiled, “I was just asking where you went.”

Sitting down by the bed, Jiang Xuanjin replied calmly, “Just went for a walk.”

“Really?” Huaiyu looked suspiciously at Chengxu and Yufeng behind him.

Could they say anything? They could only nod repeatedly, yes, yes, just a walk, casually scaring off an army, and casually throwing their deputy general off the city wall.

If the master said it was casual, then it was casual. No matter how much they had to say, they swallowed it.

“It’s this late, why haven’t you had breakfast?” Jiang Xuanjin frowned, looking at the tray beside him.

Huaiyu smiled, snuggling onto his lap, “I just woke up, not hungry at all.”

“You should eat anyway.” He picked up the red bean porridge, tasted it, and said, “It’s still warm.”

“You feed me!” The person on his lap acted spoiled.

In the past, Jiang Xuanjin would have sneered, needing someone to feed her to eat. Her hands weren’t broken!

But now, he looked at her increasingly large belly, said nothing, helped her sit up against him, and fed her the porridge.

“Hey, not with that,” Huaiyu grinned mischievously, pointing at his lips, “With this.”

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and Jiang Xuanjin glared at her, “What nonsense are you talking?”

Pouting pitifully, Huaiyu said, “Qi Jin said my emotions are unstable lately, you need to humor me a bit.”

“No matter how much I humor you…” Jiang Xuanjin said, embarrassed, “Can’t you be serious?”

“I’m always serious. Look at me in front of them, am I, not a qualified leader?” Huaiyu hummed, her eyes full of bright laughter, “But when I see you, I can’t help it, I want to be close to you, want you all to myself!”

Jiang Xuanjin: “…”

Since meeting her, he seemed to be constantly at a loss for words, her mouth never speaking seriously, yet she was shameless, leaving him speechless.

“Ah, my stomach hurts!” Seeing no reaction, Huaiyu rolled onto the bed, acting spoiled, “It hurts so much, only Ziyang Lord’s hugs and kisses can make it better!”

The veins on his forehead also twitched, and Jiang Xuanjin said coldly, “If you keep this up, I’ll leave.”

“Woo woo woo!” Huaiyu covered herself with the blanket, fake crying, “In this desolate place, abandoned for over twenty years, pregnant and ignored by the lord, so pitiful, no one cares for me… Why is my life so hard!”

The sound of the door opening and closing came from outside, and Huaiyu’s heart sank.

Did he leave just like that?

She was pretending to cry, but hearing the door close, she felt a bit wrong, her eyes misty. She turned to curse.

However, as soon as she turned, a green robe enveloped her.

“Is it worth making such a fuss?” Jiang Xuanjin turned her face, seeing the tears in her eyes, frowned, placed her belly properly, and hugged her, then lowered his head, gently kissing her eyes as she did.

“I’ve hugged and kissed you, why are you still crying?”

Huaiyu blinked, then blinked again, hugging his waist, murmuring, “You didn’t leave?”

“I had Chengxu and Yufeng leave,” he said, turning his head, “In front of them, what do you want me to do?”

“Pfft,” Huaiyu laughed, hugging his neck, “They’re all trusted aides, are you still shy? Learn from me, even with Qingsi around, I can pin you against the wall and kiss you!”

Jiang Xuanjin said indifferently, “Do you think everyone can act like you?”

“What about me?” Huaiyu glared, hands on hips.

Jiang Xuanjin paused, closed his eyes, and said, “You… free-spirited and unrestrained, not bound by conventions, it requires a high level of enlightenment.”

Entering the court without flattering the monarch, and leaving the palace without currying favor with colleagues, the Ziyang Lord was known for not speaking empty words. He used to think this was a kind of integrity, that power and wealth couldn’t make him bow.

But now…

Staring at the suddenly smiling face before him, Jiang Xuanjin thought, some empty words should be said, life doesn’t have to be too hard on oneself.

Li Huaiyu was satisfied, snuggling back into his arms, obediently taking the red bean porridge to drink herself.

“Why hasn’t the imperial envoy reached us yet?” she asked while drinking.

Jiang Xuanjin replied without a hint of guilt, “Perhaps the scenery in Pingling is good, and the envoy decided to stay a few more days, not in a hurry to come to Yixian City.”

“Silk threads?” Chuniang snapped back to reality, put down what she was holding, and stood up. “Just what I need.”

Chijin nodded. “I need to go to the West City Gate. The carriage is outside; I can give you a ride.”

His words were straightforward and sincere, leaving no room for refusal.

Chuniang composed herself, wrapped her cloak around her, and followed him outside. The cold wind was biting, and there were few people on the streets. Many shops were half-closed, but the silk shop on West Street had its doors wide open. The shop assistant stood at the entrance, and upon seeing her, bowed and said, “Miss, would you like to see our goods? Our shop has just opened, and we have plenty of fine items.”

She glanced back at Chijin, who nodded at her before lowering the curtain and leaving.

Xu Chuniang didn’t think much of it and followed the assistant into the shop. She picked out some beautiful silk threads and then noticed a notice posted on the wall.

“Miss, do you know how to make knots?” the assistant asked with a smile. “Our shopkeeper posted this. If anyone can use our ten-color silk threads to make an exquisite knot, they will receive a priceless piece of purple jade. Look.”

He opened a box to reveal it. “This is the jade.”

Xu Chuniang gasped in shock at the sight of the high-quality purple jade, engraved with auspicious patterns. Just adding a string would make it a perfect accessory.

Although the Princess’s residence provided her with a monthly allowance, she felt embarrassed to spend it without contributing. In a few months, Huaiyu would give birth, and she was troubled about what gift to give. This opportunity seemed perfect; if she could win it, she wouldn’t have to worry.

Her eyes brightened, and Xu Chuniang asked the assistant, “What kind of knot is considered exquisite?”

The assistant replied, “Miss, make it as grand as possible. The more complex the pattern, the better. As long as you are sincere, you will surely impress the shopkeeper.”

Thinking for a moment, he went behind the counter and brought out some patterns for her. “You seem like a kind person, so I’ll give these to you.”

Chuniang thanked him repeatedly and looked at the patterns. They were all quite good, but one in bright red was the most complex and festive.

That one it is!

With a plan in mind, she didn’t think much about anything else and left the shop with the silk threads, intending to walk back.

“Miss Xu,” Lu Jingxing’s voice called from behind.

Chuniang paused and turned to see the chief shopkeeper, Lu, seemingly on his way back to the Princess’s residence. He smiled at her from his carriage. “It’s so cold today; why don’t you ride back with me?”

He instructed the driver to lower the small stool.

Already feeling cold, Xu Chuniang didn’t refuse much. She got into the carriage and sat properly in the corner, smiling and thanking him, muttering softly, “I’m having good luck today.”

Lu Jingxing’s phoenix eyes smiled as he looked at her.

He had originally planned to go to the west of the city, but after encountering someone on the way, he turned his carriage around to help give her a ride.

“Miss Xu, do you know what Chijin’s original surname was?” Finding the matter amusing, Lu Jingxing couldn’t help but speak.

Chuniang shook her head. “Lord Chijin rarely talks about himself.”

“That’s because he’s modest.” Lu Jingxing twirled his jade-bone fan and sighed. “If it were someone else, being born into the Zhuang family of Jiangnan, they would boast about it.”

Jiangnan Zhuang family? Xu Chuniang looked up in shock. “Zhuang Beihe?”

“You’ve heard of him?” Lu Jingxing raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and nodded. “That’s right, he has some connections with General Xu.”

Zhuang Beihe was a formidable figure in the martial world and had conflicts with the court. At that time, the Jiangnan authorities couldn’t handle him, so Xu Xian, under the command of the Grand Princess, went to meet him. Somehow, they became friends, and later, when Zhuang Beihe accepted amnesty, Xu Xian traveled a thousand miles to deliver a congratulatory gift.

“Chijin is the ninth son of Zhuang Beihe, named Yan, courtesy name Suihan. He was a pampered young master, but who knew he had a strong will and was rebellious? At seventeen, he left home to wander, hating evil and being impulsive, offending many people. He didn’t want to return to the Zhuang family, so General Xu tricked him into Feiyun Palace.”

Xu Chuniang listened, wide-eyed. “Tricked?”

“Indeed, he laid out martial arts manuals from the palace gate to Feiyun Palace. Chijin was so naive back then, picking them up one by one, only to find a little girl with her hands on her hips in front of him, who beat him up without a word.”

Lu Jingxing hadn’t witnessed this scene himself; he heard it from Xu Xian later. But thinking about it, he found it amusing, imagining Li Huaiyu’s fierce demeanor at the time.

He chuckled softly and said, “If he wanted to return to the Zhuang family now, he could do so immediately. After all, he has a legitimate official position, which would satisfy his family. But he refuses.”

Xu Chuniang thought for a moment and said, “He probably feels he hasn’t done well enough yet.”

After spending so much time with him, even without deep conversations, Chuniang could see that although Chijin was gentle and considerate, he was very ambitious and had high standards for himself. He often practiced swordsmanship outside early in the morning and carefully considered everything before taking action. If he made a mistake, he would avoid others and blame himself for a long time.

For him, a legitimate official position was far from enough to face his renowned father.

Lu Jingxing teased, “I wonder if the trap set by the Grand Princess when he entered the palace left such a deep impression that Chijin became more cunning. Now, the people in Feiyun Palace don’t dare provoke him, fearing his traps.”

“Hmm?” At this point, Xu Chuniang disagreed. “How could he set traps for people?”

He was a kind and simple person!

Looking down at the silk threads and patterns in her hands, then at her determined expression, Lu Jingxing opened his fan to cover his face. “Hmm… you have a point.”

The Ninth Young Master of the Zhuang family set traps so subtly that no one noticed.

Xu Chuniang felt that Shopkeeper Lu misunderstood Chijin, but she had no position to say more. After all, she and Chijin weren’t that close. It was better to go back and focus on making the knot.

Lu Jingxing dropped her off at the Princess’s residence but showed no intention of getting out of the carriage.

Curious, Chuniang asked, “Aren’t you coming in?”

Lu Jingxing smiled faintly. “I suddenly remembered I have something to do. You go ahead.”

Slightly stunned, Xu Chuniang realized.

Since Lord Ziyang and Huaiyu reconciled, Shopkeeper Lu seemed to rarely appear at the Princess’s residence. He had many shops and the largest inn and restaurant in Yixian City, so he could rest anywhere without Huaiyu worrying.

Standing at the entrance, watching the curtain fall and block his affectionate eyes, Xu Chuniang suddenly recalled a famous poem from the capital:

“The phoenix comb is taken and not returned, drunkenly sleeping on the brocade under the full moon.”

Shopkeeper Lu, with his Nanyang jade-bone fan, had broken the hearts of countless beauties in the capital. Many had sought him out, offering themselves to him. Yet, after all these years, why was he still alone?

She took this question back to the main courtyard to ask Huaiyu.

Li Huaiyu, smiling, leaned on the soft couch and replied, “He was too flirtatious when he was young, having seen all the beauties in the world, so he’s tired of it. If you want him to settle down, it would take a beauty of unparalleled charm, more beautiful than him, to move his heart.”

Lord Ziyang, quietly reading documents in the outer room, paused his red pen at the sound, leaving a bright red dot.

Staring at the dot, he pulled out a clean sheet of paper, switched to a brush, and wrote a letter, handing it to Chengxu to deliver.

Li Huailin was troubled by the end-of-year diplomatic break with Eastern Jin, and someone with no sense approached to report, “Your Majesty, if I remember correctly, Lord Baihua is now assisting in Eastern Jin’s governance. Lord Baihua and our Lord Ziyang are quite close. If Lord Ziyang intervenes, there might be room for negotiation.”

With a dark expression, Li Huailin said, “Lord Ziyang is unwilling to return to the capital, and you expect anything else?”

The person, apparently newly transferred from outside the capital, looked puzzled. “How could such a courteous person as Lord Ziyang not return to the capital? Is there something troubling him?”

Before he could finish, someone covered his mouth and led him out.

Qi Han wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed. “Your Majesty, please don’t take it to heart.”

Li Huailin sneered, “It’s been so long, yet so many still revere Lord Ziyang as a god.”

“Three feet of ice takes time to melt,” Qi Han said. “Lord Ziyang’s years of prestige, without any major mistakes, make it hard to change public opinion quickly.”

How could he not be anxious? His sister and Lord Ziyang had left the capital, and now all he saw was devastation. When he wasn’t in power, the ministers never spoke ill of him and even urged him to take the throne early. Now, no matter what he did, someone would mention the Grand Princess and Lord Ziyang, sighing as if he were unworthy of being emperor.

How did their attitudes change so quickly?

Still young and restless, Li Huailin turned and asked, “Have the people from Pingling received their orders?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. The imperial envoy arrived two days ago and should have entered Yixian City by now.”

“Very well.” He said angrily, “Since the ministers miss my sister so much, let’s invite her back for a proper visit.”

Consort Ning, listening behind the screen, sighed silently.

A few days ago, when His Majesty was ill and delirious, he called out “Sister,” but now, wearing the dragon robe, he seemed like a different person.

He was already an emperor, having everything. If he could let the Grand Princess go, it would be beneficial for him.

What a pity… she shook her head.

Under the gloomy sky, with dark clouds pressing down, Imperial Envoy Jia Liang led a thousand soldiers from Pingling, brandishing the imperial sword, marching boldly towards Yixian City.

“Sir, I’ve heard that Princess Danyang is ruthless. You should be careful,” someone beside him advised.

Jia Liang chuckled. “I’ve already investigated. Yixian City has no garrison, only a few bandits causing trouble. With so many of us, why fear a princess? Even if she calls for reinforcements, we have more, and Lord Pingling supports us!”

“But…” the person whispered, “this city is close to Ziyang. I’ve heard that Lord Ziyang might be here.”

“Nonsense!” Jia Liang scolded. “Lord Ziyang is busy in the main city of Ziyang. How could he suddenly come to Yixian City? Besides, everyone knows the enmity between His Majesty and Princess Danyang. If he came, he’d be on our side. What is there to fear?”

Thinking it made sense, the soldier fell silent, and the army continued marching. Jia Liang looked at the fragile city walls of Yixian City from afar, raising his chin high, and sent someone to demand the gates be opened. “If they don’t open, we’ll march right over and flatten those walls!”

The men behind him laughed and jeered, and the messenger ran quickly to deliver the message with a cheeky grin.

Yixian City was poor, and the city gates looked shaky. Someone on the city tower heard the shout, poked their head out to look at them, and said coldly, “We won’t open.”

Chengxu felt that his lord was becoming more adept at lying.

In the past, he would feel uneasy and tense when lying, but now he stood straight and calm, his face expressionless, and his tone as casual as asking someone if they had eaten dinner.

He said, “It’s only right for her to see Juwu off since he’s leaving for so long. What’s there to be upset about?”

However, standing in a corner of the courtyard, watching the lady talk endlessly with Juwu, the lord’s gaze darkened after an incense stick’s worth of time.

What could they be talking about for so long? He’s leaving for ten days or half a month, not ten years!

“Master, should I remind the lady?” Chengxu asked considerately.

Jiang Xuanjin shook his head, “If she hasn’t finished talking, let her take her time. What’s the rush?”

That’s what he said, but his expression was growing more displeased. He quietly watched the two from afar for a long time, and when he was sure the lady hadn’t glanced his way, he let out a soft hum, flicked his sleeve, and walked straight out of the moon gate.

Li Huaiyu didn’t notice. She checked Juwu’s luggage and earnestly told him, “I couldn’t give you this opportunity, but he did, so you must seize it.”

Mobilizing troops to Yixian City, if the people from Pingling make a move, he can earn merit. Even if they don’t, Juwu will be seen as a trusted aide of Lord Ziyang, establishing connections and formally entering the officialdom.

She had taken over Yixian City, but only the locals recognized their official positions. The capital didn’t acknowledge them, so their status remained unofficial. Jiang Xuanjin’s actions, though partly personal, genuinely gave Juwu a boost.

Juwu nodded with a complex expression, bowing to her, “Your Highness, take care.”

“Don’t worry, there are plenty of people here. You just go,” Huaiyu smiled. “When you return, we’ll have a banquet to celebrate.”

“Alright.” Juwu solemnly bowed again.

Li Huaiyu, holding her heavy belly, looked at the overcast sky. Honestly, the situation in Yixian City and Danyang wasn’t very optimistic. Apart from ties with Nanping, Danyang was isolated. Even if Jiang Xuanjin now allowed Ziyang to assist, it would take time to ease the tension in Danyang.

Huailin was smart, choosing this moment to strike at her. If Jiang Xuanjin weren’t here, she’d struggle to cope.

But fortunately, the surprise she prepared for Huailin was on its way.

Since the major reshuffle of officials in the capital, the court had been weakened and hadn’t recovered. Li Huailin hastily built his power, promoting many newcomers, which drew much criticism.

Even when the Princess was around, she never purged dissent so drastically. The young emperor not only acted ruthlessly but also targeted many respected old ministers, even showing disrespect to Bai the Censor. He relied heavily on Chancellor Qi, Judicial Officer Liu, and Grand Commandant Sima, becoming increasingly tyrannical.

Every year, Eastern Jin, Northern Wei, Western Liang, and Southern Yan would send envoys to each other to strengthen ties. In previous years, Northern Wei always sent Yun Lanqing, who was wise and eloquent, often turning danger into safety and bringing glory to the nation. However, this year Yun Lanqing had fled to Danyang, so Li Huailin had to send Liu Yunlie.

As a result, upon reaching Eastern Jin, Liu Yunlie was stopped outside the gate. With Liu the Judicial Officer’s temper, how could he endure that? A conflict ensued, and this year Eastern Jin bypassed Northern Wei, sending their envoy directly to Western Liang.

This incident caused an uproar in the court and among the people. Several old ministers, already discontent, finally couldn’t hold back and advised the emperor to stay close to loyal ministers and distance himself from sycophants. Li Huailin brushed it off, clearly intending to protect Liu Yunlie, thinking the matter would pass and he could find a way to make amends later. Who knew the sixty-year-old Grand Historian would be so aggrieved that he would dash his head against the ground before the emperor?

When an old minister dies remonstrating, regardless of the reason, the monarch is left with a reputation for being “foolish and obstinate,” which is impossible to clear.

Huaiyu sighed, “He’s unlucky.”

She had intended to ask the Lord of Hundred Flowers in Eastern Jin for a favor to trouble Liu Yunlie, but who knew it would escalate to this?

Jiang Xuanjin sat across from her, saying coldly, “He brought it on himself.”

Li Huailin was obedient but too deep-minded and adept at disguise. When he taught him the “Strategies of the Emperor,” he noticed some obsessive thoughts and corrected him once, and the child never showed them again.

He thought he had changed, but now it seemed he had just hidden them.

Huaiyu lowered her eyes, “If he had listened to you, or at least to me, he wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

Unfortunately, he trusted Li Shan, who was duplicitous, skilled in manipulation, and unable to distinguish loyalty from treachery. He must have taught Huailin that the Three Dukes must be confidants, so Bai Dezhong was stripped of power, and Chancellor Qi and Grand Commandant Sima held the court together.

It seemed stable, but in reality, it lost the people’s hearts.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Huaiyu didn’t want to discuss it further and just watched the person in front of her.

When Jiang Xuanjin focused on something, his eyelashes didn’t tremble, and his eyes were like ink, misty like wet black stones after rain. His hands, accustomed to handling documents, now held a file, his expression cold but his actions gentle, carefully trimming her overgrown nails.

Relaxing her brows, Huaiyu smiled, “I can do it myself, you know.”

Jiang Xuanjin glanced at her, lifting her other untrimmed hand for her to see, “Do it yourself?”

Her nails were ragged, all chewed by her.

“Don’t you think it’s quick this way?” Huaiyu said confidently, “You take forever to file one nail, I can finish in two or three bites.”

His brow twitched, and Jiang Xuanjin squinted, “Stay still.”

Chengxu and Yufeng watched from behind, their expressions calm but their hearts turbulent.

Their lord, who would ignore so many documents, came to file the lady’s nails just because Qi Jin said pregnant women shouldn’t have long nails.

Not long ago, he was sulking, refusing to go to the hall for lunch, forcing the lady to ask if he was unwell. Now, he sat here for half an hour, even setting aside the urgent letter from Lord Lü.

Can’t you stay angry a bit longer?

With one hand held by him, Huaiyu mischievously touched Jiang Xuanjin’s face with the other, then rubbed his lips, pressing them unconsciously.

Jiang Xuanjin was slightly annoyed, glaring at her.

Li Huaiyu giggled, “So soft!”

They must taste sweet.

Pausing with the file, Jiang Xuanjin snorted softly, suddenly opening his lips to take her finger in.

“Hiss—” Her fingertip trembled, and Huaiyu felt a rush of heat, panicking as she tried to pull her hand back, but he wouldn’t let go. His eyes were dark, half angry, half teasing.

For the first time, Li the Rogue’s face turned redder than Jiang the Little Princess’s. After struggling for a while, she softened her tone, “Let go, don’t hurt your lips.”

“Didn’t you say they were soft?” He released her, snorting.

“Okay, not soft, not soft!” Huaiyu agreed, her eyes sparkling. Leaning over the couch, she kissed his cheek.

Chengxu and Yufeng exchanged a glance and turned away.

Such blatant intimacy, who were they trying to provoke? Following the lord was tough; when he was unhappy, they had to endure the cold, and when he was happy, they had to shield their eyes from the blinding light.

No wonder their salaries were high; this job was not for the faint-hearted!

On the coldest day of winter, Jiang Shen came to see Jiang Xuanjin.

“I’m going back to Ziyang,” he said.

Jiang Xuanjin looked up from his documents, surprised, “Have you thought it through?”

“What is there to think through?” Jiang Shen chuckled, pointing to his handsome face, “There are plenty of fish in the sea.”

Jiang Xuanjin silently watched him.

Jiang Shen laughed, but as he laughed, the light in his eyes dimmed, “We’re brothers, can’t you pretend not to see?”

Xu Chuniang was letting go day by day, while he was struggling more and more, struggling without results.

Li Huaiyu said that in every way, he was less suitable for Xu Chuniang than Chijin.

Yes, Chijin was gentle and considerate, without multiple wives and concubines, and wouldn’t break her heart. He was a great man.

But he couldn’t stand it. The thought of Xu Chuniang giving all her goodness to this man kept him awake at night. The result of his anger was losing his composure and becoming unlike himself.

With women, he had always been carefree, cherishing them without obsession, earning a reputation for being fickle but enjoying it.

But with Xu Chuniang, he found himself despicable, jealous, selfish, and angry, showing all his ugly sides.

Rather than losing the last bit of goodwill, it was better to leave. He could still salvage some grace. Jiang Shen thought this way, even secretly applauding himself when he made the decision.

But now, under Jiang Xuanjin’s knowing gaze, he suddenly felt defeated.

“What else can I do?” he said, “I can’t handle her.”

Jiang Xuanjin said sympathetically, “Don’t be too upset.”

The comfort was half-hearted. Jiang Shen sat on a nearby chair, snorting, “You’re doing well, aren’t you afraid I’ll go back and tell Father to bring you back?”

“How can telling the truth be considered tattling?” Jiang Xuanjin leisurely pulled out a letter from Ziyang City and placed it on the table, “This matter should also be told to Miss Xu.”

Jiang Shen was stunned, got up to take the letter, and opened it, and his expression became complicated.

Jiang Xuanjin flipped through his documents, casually saying, “Congratulations, Second Brother, you’re going to be a father.”

Guluan was diagnosed with pregnancy, and counting the days, it was just before he left.

“Truly a case of fate without destiny,” Jiang Shen laughed, pressing the letter onto the table, “Now it’s even more impossible for her to leave with me.”

“If this hadn’t happened, would you have divorced Guluan and Cuixue to bring Miss Xu back?” Jiang Xuanjin asked.

Jiang Shen shook his head solemnly, “You know it’s impossible. Guluan and Cuixue have been with me for years. Where would they go if I let them go?”

“Then why did you come here?” Jiang Xuanjin was puzzled, “You know why Miss Xu left.”

Slowly closing his eyes, Jiang Shen pursed his lips, silent.

Jiang Xuanjin watched him for a while, understanding, “Second Brother isn’t lacking, but Miss Xu isn’t suitable for you. Let her go.”

The room was quiet for a long time, faintly hearing voices from the courtyard and birds in the backyard.

After a while, Jiang Shen hoarsely said, “If I let her go, will she be better off?”

“Yes,” Jiang Xuanjin nodded without hesitation.

Laughing softly, Jiang Shen cursed, “You are my dear third brother!”

He already knew the answer before coming to Yixian City. He thought she wouldn’t be well, but after arriving, he found that as long as she didn’t see him, she always had a gentle smile, her gaze soft, looking like a serene beauty from a painting.

Xu Chuniang wasn’t particularly beautiful, he knew that there were plenty more beautiful than her. But it was this person who made him taste despair.

“When I leave, don’t make a fuss,” Second Young Master Jiang straightened his back, instructing seriously, “After I’m gone, tell her the flowers in Ziyang City have bloomed, and I’m hurrying back to see them, not patient enough to wait for her.”

“Also say, I never intended to cling to her. The scenery in Yixian City was too good, so I stayed a bit longer.”

“Chijin is great. She has the divorce letter, she should remarry and live her life. I won’t stop her. I’ll also establish a new main wife, as she said, marrying that Qi family girl is fine too.”

Jiang Xuanjin propped his chin, watching him, seeing his second brother’s eyes slightly red, “And, I’ve learned to be considerate, won’t deliberately hurt anyone’s heart again. She taught me this, but unfortunately, she won’t enjoy it. Pity her for me.”

His tone was smiling, but his lips wouldn’t curve. Jiang Shen closed his eyes, hoarsely saying the last sentence, “In the future, don’t tell me her news.”

“Alright,” Jiang Xuanjin agreed, “I’ll remember it all.”

Jiang Shen nodded, took a deep breath, and turned to leave his room.

Xu Chuniang was sitting in the main hall, embroidering shoes for the little one in Huaiyu’s belly, her needlework swift and skillful.

Outside, the sound of luggage being moved was heard. She pretended not to hear, carefully embroidering the tiger head pattern, quickly finishing one shoe.

But somehow, hearing the wheels rolling, the silver needle pricked her finger, and a drop of bright red blood appeared.

Chijin glanced at her, handing her a package.

“What’s this?” Chuniang asked, puzzled.

Opening the paper package, a sweet aroma wafted out. Chijin said, “I made sugar with the newly bloomed plum blossoms. Try it.”

The floral-scented candy melted away the bitterness in her mouth. As Xu Chuniang savored it, her vision blurred.

“You know everything, don’t you?” she murmured, “You know, but you didn’t expose me.”

He knew she couldn’t let go, knew she hadn’t moved on, yet he stood by her side, covering for her, preserving her last bit of dignity.

Chijin said, “The tiger you’re embroidering is missing a stroke on its forehead.”

“…”

Looking down, it was true. Chuniang laughed through her tears, picking up the shoe to re-embroider.

“He’s gone, so don’t think too much about other things,” Chijin said gently, “Life must go on.”

“Mm.” She nodded, her eyelashes trembling, tears falling into her clothes, leaving a dark spot.

Frowning slightly, Chijin stood up and went out.

With no one around, Xu Chuniang took a deep breath, choked for a moment, then wiped her face.

She wasn’t reluctant; Jiang Shen should leave. His home wasn’t in Yixian City, and he’d stayed for months. He had concubines to comfort, and staying longer was inappropriate.

But she couldn’t suppress the annoying emotions. The habit was scarier than feelings. She lost someone she was devoted to, feeling empty and uncomfortable. How would she get through this period?

Half an hour later, Chijin returned, saying, “There’s a new shop on West Street selling all kinds of threads. Want to take a look?”