Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 183 Young General: It's getting late, and the mountains and rivers are already winter

The old emperor's body paused slightly. As a gust of cold wind rushed in, he couldn't help coughing and took a few deep breaths.

The eunuch beside him reached out to help him, but he waved his hand, slowly turned around and sat down.

"Among all my children, she is the one I owe the most. Fortunately, you two love each other, and she will have a good home in the future."

"Xu Jinhuan, among all the people of the right age in the capital, you are the one I value the most, and I hope you won't let me down."

"I will obey your order and protect the Fifth Princess for the rest of her life, so that she will be safe and happy."

Chang Qing lowered his eyes and didn't take the old emperor's words to heart at all. If there was a conflict of interest, the old emperor's best solution would still be to push Nangong Yunran out.

Nangong Yunran once said when she was at the frontier that she had never owned anything, so there was nothing to say that she had lost. When she left the capital, she felt very calm, without a trace of reluctance or sadness.

She only thought about being able to see the border where Xu Jinhuan had lived for three years.

The old emperor looked at Changqing silently for a while, weighing the child carefully. His temperament was one of the best in the capital, no wonder Qingyang, whom he held in his hands, was also moved by him.

He wanted to help Princess Qingyang. Whenever he thought of this, Nangong Yunran's pale face and frail body since childhood would always appear in his mind, and a trace of pity arose in his heart.

After a brief chat, the old emperor let Chang Qing leave the palace and asked him to prepare for the battle.

After Chang Qing walked out of the palace, he passed by the teahouse, paused slightly, and then turned and left.

Other partners talked about happiness, but her partner talked about her life.

Nangong Zhe waited for a while, and saw Changqing's figure disappearing around the corner through the slightly opened window. He looked at the table full of dishes in front of him, silent for a long while.

"Get out of here."

He didn't know Changqing's taste, but these dishes were all ones Changqing had eaten before, so he thought of asking the chef to cook them all again as a welcome treat.

In the court, the two were unable to exchange a single word.

He was waiting here for a moment, and in the end he could only watch the young man leave in the wind and snow. His sharp eyebrows seemed to be stained with frost and snow from the frontier, extremely cold and distant.

Perhaps, the two of them will never be able to have a meal together.

Thinking of this, Nangong Zhe silently stood up and picked up the fan. Even in the cold winter, he would habitually carry a fan with him. It might look inconspicuous, but it was the weapon he always used for self-defense.

Nangong Zhe did not force himself to stay away from Chang Qing. After all, the two of them were just dining partners from the beginning. It was really rare for a young man to have such a mentality in the capital. Whenever he watched this man eat, nothing came into his mind.

He had guessed that this day would come. After all, he was the one who arranged for Nangong Yunran to marry the foreign prince. He was even the one who sent someone to give Nangong Yunran's portrait to the envoy of the State of Jiang.

Goodbye, my dearest friend.

The snow flakes fell on Nangong Zhe's eyelashes, making his vision suddenly blurred by white. He paused for a moment, and saw An Qianye's sister walking towards him with an umbrella.

"See Your Highness."

Miss An bowed gently, looked at Nangong Zhe's head covered with snow, and handed him the umbrella.

"Xixi." Nangongzhe called her.

Miss An stopped when she heard the sound. Her eyelashes became moist instantly. She raised her head slightly and felt that the heavy snow blinded her eyes. The snow fell on her eyelashes, turned into water and slid down her face.

"How have you been these days?"

After Nangong Zhe finished speaking, he felt that he had asked unnecessary questions. The girl in front of him was thin and skinny, and her body was covered with snow.

He slowly lowered his eyes and slowly opened the fan in his hand, but when he caught a glimpse of a poem on the fan, he put it away again.

The two of them remained silent. After a long while, Xixi finally spoke, "Very good. Thank you for your concern, Your Highness."

An Qianye used to be Nangong Zhe's study partner, so Nangong Zhe would often go to An's house to play. He and Xixi grew up together and were childhood sweethearts. They loved each other and even made a vow to each other.

Nangong Zhe couldn't say a word, but his lips trembled slightly as he called the girl's nickname: "Xixi, are you going to get married?"

"Yes, I am getting married, and the date has been set. You know that young man, he has a kind and gentle personality, and he is a good man."

"Brother Zhe, you didn't do what you promised me. Between the throne and me, you always chose the throne."

Xixi spoke softly, her eyes already misty. After today, she would put aside all her thoughts and show off her wedding dress seriously.

The boy who jumped down from the wall and picked a branch of apricot blossom for her had clearly promised her, but now looking at the person in front of her, she felt that he was very strange, but his expression and facial features coincided with the boy in her memory.

"Xixi, I will marry you and make you my princess consort. I will hold an umbrella for you in the summer and warm your hands in the winter. I will protect you from the wind and rain and will never let you shed a single tear."

When she heard this, she stamped her feet, covered her burning face with her hands and ran away: "Who wants to marry you, you are shameless."

She held the apricot blossom picked by the boy and felt very happy. Although she said she would not marry, she was thinking in her heart what they would look like when they grew up.

She had been waiting, but in the end, she heard the news that he had married another woman as his principal wife.

She had seen that girl before. She was extremely dignified and graceful, and her manners were outstanding among the noble ladies in the capital, making her feel ashamed of herself.

The girl also knew about her past with Nangong Zhe, and she had never deliberately targeted her. She had even tried to make friends with her many times, hoping to lay the foundation for their getting along when she entered the mansion in the future.

The people of the An family also have their own character. As the legitimate daughter of the An family, even if Nangong Zhe is a prince, so what? She would not be unwilling to be someone's concubine, let alone become a member of the backyard of the person she likes.

Then she locked herself in the room for three days and three nights, and then she cheered herself up and lived a good life.

"Xixi, can you please wait for me for a while?" Nangong Zhe's voice was a little choked.

Xixi felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife when she heard this. She almost collapsed and cried, "Waiting for you, like Princess Qingyang's mother waited for Your Majesty? Can we not let the tragedy of the previous generation repeat itself on us? If you can't give up the throne, even if you are willing, others will force you to fight for it."

"Brother Zhe, treat your princess well. You can't let me down and then let her down. She has placed her entire future life and family on you. When I get married, I will also focus on my husband."

After Xixi finished speaking, she made up her mind to leave.