Chapter 4, Engagement

Weisang quietly gazed at him, feeling as if a gentle prick had pierced the very core of her heart, causing a drop of blood to seep out, only to gradually fade away

Weisang suddenly woke up and personally went to open the door, "General Xiao, why have you come over now?"

When I woke up, it was already close to dawn

The Lantern Festival was originally the most beloved holiday of Wei Sang in the year. In previous years, she had always received her father's permission to openly go to the city to see the lantern festival. Several months ago, she had described the splendid scene of the Jinzhou Lantern Festival to Jiang Zaichu and Jingyun, but at that time, she could never have imagined that when she truly celebrated this festival, it would be such a dismal scene

But how do we get out? Although Weisang was willing in his heart, he hesitated for a moment, saying, "Let me change my clothes first"

A Zhuang finally understood what "death" meant. At such a young age, he could not even cry; he merely clung to his mother in vain, refusing to let go, and would not allow anyone to take her away.

How could he speak to her like this now?

"Sister, why are you staying up late again?" Weisang carefully sat down by the bed, with tears in her eyes, and said, "Your eyes are bleeding again."

Han Yong said no more, bowing in respect with his daughter and grandson. Finally, Weisang helped his father up and gently said: "Father, take care of yourself"

The room was already extremely warm, and with a thick velvet blanket laid out, Vissan felt no chill even with her bare feet. She casually unfastened her cloak and tossed it aside, suddenly recalling something, her cheeks slightly flushed: "Why did you bring me here in the middle of the night?"

Ah? Just as Weisang was about to jump down, he realized that he hadn't worn any shoes when he came out

Prince Ning entered the residence accompanied by the imperial envoy. The ailing Marquis of Shu, Han Yong, along with his grandson, the heir apparent, and Princess Jiahui, were already waiting in the main hall. Wang Hu held an unopened bright yellow imperial edict in his hand and cast a few glances at the standing Viscount.

The maid hurriedly asked, "Who?"

Weisang nodded

For the empire, this is probably the beginning of this year of recession, the only good news, right

Weisang felt a pang in her heart, yet she forced herself to endure. Suddenly, she heard the master speak: "The name of the princess is called Weisang, is it not?"

After finishing with Auntie, she accompanied her nephew to play until evening. As her father was not at home for dinner, once night fell, the wet nurse took Ah Zhuang to sleep. Wei Sang obediently stayed in the room, which caused the old lady to glance at her with some curiosity.

Jiang Zaichu hesitated for a moment, then instead of answering, asked: "Are you worried about your brother's safety?"

Weisang was startled, and goosebumps rose all over his body

It had been several days since they last met, and Wei Sang had lost a considerable amount of weight. The lines at her waist appeared hollow and empty, her dark hair contrasted with her fair skin, yet she seemed to have gained a touch of weariness. She gently tugged at her nephew's hand and quietly reminded him: "Han Donglan"

When he brought her back, she obediently nestled against his back; but now, she seemed like a different person, her black-and-white eyes faintly tinged with crimson, looking at him as if she had lost her reason, and she shouted sharply: "What did you say to my father?"

"Do you have something on your mind?" Jiang Zaichu asked, furrowing his brow as he carefully observed her expression in the moonlight

Weisang was momentarily taken aback, looking up with her head raised, simply staring at her father, biting her lower lip with great force, her gaze exceptionally resolute

That night, in such a hurried manner, Wang Hu was invited into the residence of the Shu Marquis. If only there had been an opportunity to converse with him and learn the contents of the imperial edict in advance, perhaps there would have been room for maneuver.

However, the newly cut white plum blossom inserted in the six-sided long-necked vase under the window, along with the piece of osmanthus-flavored rice cake on the table that has already cooled down, still remain

Weisang felt a blankness in his mind, the breath he inhaled into his chest was so cold, and there was no warmth when he exhaled it.

... ... is that all unsatisfactory matters gradually diminish, and thus one attains peace and happiness ... ...

The doctor prescribed a very mild remedy, saying the same words as when he took the pulse of the lady, merely doing what he could... As she saw that the household had lost its backbone, she even found herself unable to spare the energy to consider marriage matters

Logically speaking, the second prince of the Jin Dynasty, a general with remarkable military achievements, should be worthy of marrying a daughter... Yesterday, he indeed sincerely proposed to him, but given the current internal and external troubles of the court, and the emperor's deep-seated fear and exclusion of this brother, how could he agree? And how could he dare to agree?

Han Yong looked at his pale-faced daughter. Although he had previously been reluctant for her to marry into the royal family, since she genuinely liked Prince Ning, he thought it acceptable for her to marry him. However, now the situation had taken a drastic turn—starvation was rampant in Sichuan, and elderly parents had lost their children due to the emperor's senseless war. Could he still send his daughter to that man?

First, the marriage alliance is intended to appease the hearts of the people of Sichuan; second, knowing that the contradictions between the two sides are deepening, he is pleased to keep me in this difficult place.

The sky was faintly brightening, and the snow had stopped. Weisang sat alone on the bed for a while. Indeed, it wasn't long before the maid entered. Seeing her lying straight on the bed with red-rimmed eyes, she was startled and cautiously asked, "Your Highness, did you have another nightmare last night?"

The cold wind howled outside, and the winter in Sichuan was even more dreary than in the capital. When Jiang Zaichu returned to his residence, the snow had begun to fall more heavily, accumulating a layer of white on his black cloak

Wang Hu, with a subtle smile that went unnoticed by others, meaningfully said: "Rest assured, Prince Ning."

Early in the morning, His Highness Prince Ning arrived. The matron said somewhat perplexedly, "When I came here, I happened to encounter the guards taking His Highness to find the Marquis."

Weisang interrupted him: "I know you are very busy, it's alright"

King Ning ... ... he does not dislike this young man

Han Weisang has grown up to this age, not knowing how much trouble he has caused in Jinzhou City, often being nagged by the old lady, yet he has never been confined to his quarters

Nowadays, the famine-stricken people of Shu are everywhere, and riots may break out at any moment. Once a disturbance occurs, although the court cannot defeat the Xiongnu, suppressing the situation here would be as easy as pie. Princess, can you bear to see the people here being killed because they cannot survive

This sentence is not a question, but rather an exclamation; she did not hear the master's response, she simply closed the door gently and descended the mountain

Yuan Hao cupped his hands and softly praised, "Your Majesty is wise"

"Grandmother, what is wrong with you?" Even Weisang noticed the unusual behavior of Grandmother.

Her words were not yet finished when Jiang Zaichu suddenly turned his face, forcefully sealing her lips, inhaling her breath, and spoke word by word: "Silly girl, I am already from the most distinguished family in the world, who else do I need to support me?"

A Zhuang listened with a semblance of understanding, nodding vigorously.

The next day, Wei Sang woke up, almost believing that she had a beautiful dream the night before, in which Jiang Zaichu was always by her side. However, upon waking, she found the room to be quiet and still, with only herself present.

Her father granted her the greatest freedom, yet this time, he took it seriously

This is the girl he deeply loves, and he is willing to accompany her to sleep like this every night in the future

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Jingyun standing there waiting for him, her expression solemn.

Her expression trembled slightly, and tears were almost welling up in her eyes

According to the daily routine, the old woman would come to check whether the stove was heated. Upon hearing her footsteps approaching, in the dim light, her figure drew nearer... A heart raced wildly, and she casually pulled up the quilt, covering both of them.

With respect, he offered incense and performed a bow. The Prince of Ning inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner on the table, turned around, and, under the gaze of everyone present, calmly lifted his official robe and knelt down

With a gentle shake of her hand, Wei Sang recalled that the old woman had recently married, only to have her husband die shortly thereafter, leaving behind a son who had become a centurion in the army, one of the thirty thousand conscripted by the court. Before the expedition, he had heard that he was to marry, the girl being a childhood sweetheart from the neighborhood, but he insisted on returning to marry that girl.

Xiao Rang

The princess is invited to enter

Xiao Rang retracted his cold smile and pressed forward step by step: "In the disputes of the court and the calamities of a chaotic world, no one is innocent"

In the early hours of yesterday, he received confidential reports that the emperor had suffered a great defeat beyond the pass, with hundreds of thousands of troops encircled and annihilated, leaving only a few thousand remnants to escort the emperor back inside the pass. The Xiongnu cavalry was greatly invigorated, pursuing and intercepting all the way. Fortunately, the commander of Tumu Pass, Meng Liang, led the Shence Army out of the pass to provide support, successfully executing a brilliant ambush and safely bringing the emperor back.

Weisang only felt that his heart was tightly gripped by an invisible hand, leaving him breathless

With a lightness in her body, she did not know how he embraced her, and Vissang was already standing in front of him, her feet... ... stepping on his boots

"Alright, I will marry you." She turned to the side, extended her arms to embrace his neck, and slowly pressed her cheek against it, repeating once more, "Jiang Zaichu, I will marry you."

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Will you take me with you?"

What if there is even a slight hope?

He instructed the servants to prepare the horses and sent someone to the Shu Marquis's residence to convey the message. Jiang Zaichu accompanied Wang Hu to the entrance. As he helped him into the carriage, Prince Ning smiled faintly and said, "Be careful, my lord"

He clearly wanted to kiss her again, but in the end, he could not bear to disturb her, so he quietly stood up and turned to leave the room

"I admit it!" A Zhuang hurriedly said, "Grandfather, I will recite a poem for you!"

Jiang Zaichu accompanied him as he left the Hou residence

"Leave the matters of the residence to me, Your Highness... it is better to prepare for the wedding." Xiao Rang pressed his lips together and advised softly

Jiang Zaichu grew up in a royal family, deeply immersed in the art of power and strategy. Although he did not aspire to seize the throne, for the sake of self-preservation, he maintained connections and networks in the capital, even close to the emperor, allowing him to receive information that was far more accurate than ordinary channels. However, the whereabouts of the heir of the Marquis of Shu, which he had specifically inquired about, were never reported to him.

"Wait until I fall asleep before you leave," she said, revealing only the part of her face above her nose, speaking in a muffled voice

The elder brother is steady and magnanimous in character. Since childhood, it has always been her who caused trouble, yet he was the one who faced the consequences. The most serious incident occurred when she secretly sneaked into their father's study and accidentally broke a newly acquired inkstone into pieces. She stood there foolishly, and it was her elder brother who came in, took her to wash her hands, and waited for their father to return home. Calmly, he said to their father: "Father, today I went to your study to look for a book and accidentally broke the new inkstone."

Weisang was reading under the candlelight, as time slowly slipped away, and finally, someone gently coughed outside the window.

Lying in bed for a while, I suddenly heard a noise at the door. The maid rushed in, her face pale with panic: "Your Highness, something has happened, you must go and check on the Young Lady!"

The sounds of conversation around her faded in and out; she only knew that someone was helping her up. Finally, Wang Hu stood in front of her, his smile blinding: "My lord, princess, please set off at your earliest convenience"

Jiang Zaichu held her waist, pulling her closer to himself, looking down at her from a height, yet a trace of an unfathomable complexity flickered in the depths of his gaze

The heavens and the earth are in harmony, the yin and yang are in balance, this is the unity of all things. Here we have the Han family's Wei Sang, gentle and compliant, with a dignified demeanor, intelligent and virtuous

"Your Majesty, congratulations to this prince, is it regarding Your Majesty's permission for this prince to return to his fief?" After a long pause, Prince Ning stood up, his voice hoarse, articulating each word carefully.

While in deep thought, the sedan chair suddenly jolted, as if it had come to a halt

A court attendant presented a brocade box, and Jiang Zaichu said: "This is the Guiyuan Pill that I brought back from the Western Regions. Lord Marquis has just recovered from a serious illness and still needs to replenish his vital energy. Inside, there is also a snow lotus, which is effective for improving eyesight; it would be beneficial for the young lady of the family to use it."

The Shu Marquis, who had always doted on his daughter, slightly furrowed his brow and called over a maid: "Take the grandson to rest."

According to the ranks and titles, the Marquis of Shu still needed to pay his respects to him, but he quickly reached out to support him, saying, "There is no need for excessive formalities." After a pause, he added, "Is the Marquis feeling better? Please take care and adjust to the changes."

Jiang Zaichu slowly exhaled a breath, his expression turning extremely stern, his eyes as cold as the snowy scene outside the window, and he simply uttered two words: "Fool."

With a loud sound, the door swung open, and Lord Han Yong of Shu stepped out with his hands behind his back. A Zhuang ran over quickly, calling out repeatedly: "Grandfather!"

He reached out a hand, gently yet firmly holding the back of her head, gazing into her distinctly black and white eyes. His thin lips moved slightly, but in the end, he merely held her tightly in his embrace: "Don't move, let me hold you"

Originally, the people in that area were of a gentle disposition, so it was of little concern. However, this time, thirty thousand young men have been lost, and even the heir of the Marquis of Shu is gone, yet the tax rate remains unchanged... Your Majesty, relying on a Prince Ning to keep things in check may lead to trouble

She hurriedly lowered her head, took a large gulp of water, and forcefully suppressed the moisture welling up in her eyes

Weisang, filled with longing, inquired, "What about in winter?"

Jiang Zaichu's eyes were filled with laughter, yet his face was as red as hers. "Sooner or later, you will also have to marry me."

Weisang was momentarily stunned, lying in bed and hesitating to move, only softly asking: "Is it you?"

"I brought you some food." He indeed reached out and took out a small snack wrapped in oil paper, "Here, it's the osmanthus rice cake you missed the most after being indoors for so long."

The lord requests your presence.

The next day, Jiang Zai arrived quietly at the Shu Marquis's residence only after midnight.

Weisang did not go to help him, only smiling, her smile so vague it was almost transparent: "Do you want me to please him and treat the subjects kindly?"

Weisang lay on the bed, gazing longingly at his silhouette. Suddenly, a hand reached out from beneath the blanket and grasped the corner of his garment

No one can indulge her in her coquettishness anymore, it is no longer possible

Jiang Zaichu escorted her into the bedroom and then left again

"The father-in-law has given a false compliment." Wei Sangfu was blessed with a fortune, and his gaze swept over Jiang Zaichu behind him. He cast her a faint glance, his eyes filled with warmth

What should she do

Weisang regained a bit of rationality amidst his almost chaotic emotions, placing his hands on his shoulders and pushing him away with force

"General Xiao, you do not look well," Wei Sang said softly, looking at the young general with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. "My father has fallen ill these past few days, and many matters have troubled you. Please take care of your health."

Did you go to the Transport Office

Jiang Zai Chu looked for a long time and finally whispered, "When should we finish packing?"

Weisang did not know what Jiang Zaichu was going to discuss with his father, probably some matters regarding the court's compensation. In recent days, due to the need to manage various affairs within the General Affairs Office, he had not had a moment's respite. Moreover, with the events occurring in the residence, how could he possibly find peace of mind?

How could she agree to marry the emperor? And how could she marry him?

Wesang leaned her head against his neck, her hands clasped in front of him. The cold snowflakes occasionally blew on her face, causing her to tilt her head and bury her face completely in his neck. Through the wind hood, the sound of the wind whistled in her ears, and her body swayed up and down. However, the person carrying her had a steady breath and warm shoulders, which made her feel at ease.

He stood in front of her, reached out his hand, and gently adjusted the white flower in her hair, calling her name softly, "Vesang." His voice was slightly hoarse, indicating that he had not been doing well these days.

As Wei Sang's mind turned over these two thoughts, he pushed open the door, and the warm room was filled with the fragrance of medicine. His sister-in-law had a white cloth covering her eyes, and faint red bloodstains were seeping through the cloth, a sight that was shocking to behold

Wei Sang let him hold her blankly, recalling many past events.

Duke of Shu glanced at his daughter and asked, "Where did you go this morning?"

Because the nanny went back home to take care of her son's funeral, there was no one constantly watching over her. She felt a bit uncomfortable about it. The maid had already warmed up the bed with a hot water bottle. She curled up in the bed and suddenly heard a slight movement outside the curtain.

At the beginning of the journey, you and I are the same kind of people. Our fate is beyond our control.

However, these 30,000 people...? How many of them will eventually come back?

He interrupted his daughter and said directly, "Come with me."

Following his voice, Visang slowly found his face. His eyes were already sharp and determined, as if he had known this for a long time... She suddenly had some doubts. Is it him? Has she been deceiving herself all along?

Jiang Zaichu nodded slightly, his gaze shifting to Weisang, and then slowly lifted until her eyes met his in a steady gaze

However, now... ... Jiang Zaichu said that Big Brother, he can't come back anymore.

The emperor has not yet established an empress, and now the child born to Consort Yan is the eldest son

Azhuang nodded as if he understood but didn't really.

In the vast room, there was an emptiness and chill, with only two cushions placed in the center. Master Kuo Rong sat facing the wall, revealing only a thin back clad in monk's robes to her

Let him come in. The emperor nodded slightly.

Lord Marquis, descendant of a noble family, county princess, please receive the imperial edict. Wang Hu cleared his throat and turned to Prince Ning, "And also Prince Ning."

"Doesn't the father-in-law eat something first?" Jiang Zaichu said with a smile, "It has been quite a hard journey."

Ah, the emperor is not skilled in warfare. In times of panic, anything is possible. Jingyun smiled sarcastically, "He can still bring back a few thousand men, which I find quite remarkable."

She originally fit snugly against him, but he turned over, consequently pinning her beneath him

He softly uttered a "mm" sound, his heart filled with tender emotions

The body went from stiffness to trembling, and finally, after a difficult struggle, digested the news. Weisang unconsciously bit the fabric at his shoulder, weeping uncontrollably

Jiang Zaichu did not speak, but merely pressed his lips into a tight straight line, firmly gripping her hand and refusing to let go

Visang's heart skipped a beat, and she pondered in a daze, has she really begun to lean towards him?

"Sleep now." Jiang Zaichu took a deep breath, helped her pull the blanket up to her neck, and then leaned down to kiss her forehead, "You don't need to think too much about the engagement; I am here."

"If I were to go mad, it would be because they drove me to it." Xiao Rang's smile was cold, "For the sake of our Great Shu, for the sake of the world’s heir, I am willing to be the bait, unafraid of a thousand deaths. And you, my lady?"

Although Yuan Haoxing's official rank was not high, Zhou Jinghua did not dare to be negligent and quickly returned a salute

The candlelight in Weisang's room had already been extinguished, and he gently lifted the bed curtain; she was sleeping peacefully.

She was afraid of not being able to stand steadily, so she could only hold tightly onto his waist. Because it was a bit cold, her delicate toes had already curled up, and as they rested on the black boots, they appeared even more tender and white

The Emperor keeps him by his side merely as a hostage. He will not be sent to charge into battle. Jiang Zaichu pondered, "Even if there is a defeat this time, the Crown Prince will not be in any danger"

He chuckled softly, then slowly said: "Apart from you, I cannot think of anyone else who deserves me."

She was in a daze while sleeping, yet she still remembered to softly ask: "Father does not allow me to go out, can you... come to accompany me every night?"

I will escort you back, and then go to meet the Marquis of Shu

And as I listened to my little nephew recite fluently, Weisang obediently took half a step forward and asked, "Father, have you had your lunch?"

The residence of the Transport Envoy is not far from the residence of the Marquis of Shu. After a few ups and downs, Jiang Zaichu had already arrived at the entrance, but the disturbances behind him were incessant, forcing him to stop and say in a deep voice: "Get down."

At the age of five, the grandson Han Donglan succeeded to the title of Marquis of Shu, during a time when the people of Shu were living in dire straits

Wang Hu then turned to Prince Ning and said with a smile: "There is also an imperial decree for Prince Ning. His Majesty has appointed another transport envoy to replace Prince Ning. At that time, Prince Ning will escort the princess to the capital, and once the wedding ceremony is completed, Prince Ning may return to his fief."

The room was so quiet that only the sound of snow falling outside could be heard, a soft rustling sound. It was unclear how much time had passed, but Visang's gaze finally became less vacant, as if he had recalled something. With a cry of anguish, he exclaimed: "I'm sorry, Jiang Zaichu, I'm sorry—I shouldn't have vented my anger on you... But my elder brother, my elder brother really can't come back! I feel so, so hurt inside... What should A-sao do..." With another cry of anguish, he repeated: "I'm sorry, Jiang Zaichu, I'm sorry—I shouldn't have vented my anger on you... But my elder brother, my elder brother really can't come back! I feel so, so hurt inside... What should A-sao do..."

Weisang lay on him, feigning a look of drowsiness, and replied with a soft "mm"

I am not making things difficult!" Vissang sat cross-legged, suddenly tilting her head back to look into his eyes, "I told my father..." She paused, seemingly a bit embarrassed, and lowered her gaze again, "I will not marry anyone else."

Weisang stood on tiptoe in his arms, making an effort to brush the light snow off his shoulders, and softly asked, "Is it snowing outside?"

First comes the world, then comes the family, this is the ancestral teaching of the Yuan family

Weisang felt a bit anxious as he followed his father into the study, but his father merely sat there without speaking

Weisang buried half of his face in the quilt, recalling the words they spoke last night. He blushed at the gentle kiss in the dim light and smiled silently.

The Duke of Ning will come to pay his respects today. Princess, you should return to your room to rest for a while, and then accompany the Marquis when he comes out later.

He continued to hold her face, kissing her gently yet persistently.

"Is it saying that this cannot be done?" He quickly bent down and gently pecked her lips, but when she was taken aback, he rolled to the side and did not make any further inappropriate moves

His hand fell down somewhat dejectedly, and for a long time, only the sound of the bamboo leaves rustling could be heard, resembling the sound of rain

The elder sister extended her hand, groping around, and Weisang quickly placed his hand in her palm: "I am here."

Weisang lowered his head beside him, not daring to say a word, sneaking away every evening to see his elder brother

He waved his hand, signaling Jingyun to go out and rest, and stood with his hands behind his back under the window

Wang Huanian paused at the end and said, "... in accordance with the rites of my Emperor Jin, she is to be formally established as the Imperial Noble Consort, and a date will be chosen to bring her to the capital, as decreed."

Weisang felt as if she were in a dream, staring blankly at her father, and only said one sentence: "Father, I will not marry the dog emperor"

She knew he would not deceive her, setting aside her concerns about her elder brother, yet her worry grew. Would the emperor direct his anger towards him again? Although this younger brother had been stationed in Shu to gather supplies and recruits, there was no guarantee that the emperor, in a fit of rage, would not demote him to an even more distant place

He pursed his lips and smiled slightly, his gaze slowly shifting from Azhuang to the girl holding his hand.

Jingyun could only find it amusing; the prince before her had always been exceptionally patient. He had concealed himself for eight days and nights in the vast desert of the Western Regions to ambush the enemy without showing any signs of impatience. Yet now, regarding this lifelong matter, he could not wait even a single day and insisted on sending the imperial envoy to the Shuhou residence to announce the decree tonight

Jiang Zaichu slightly closed his eyes and finally spoke word by word: "... The Emperor has issued an edict to send the coffin back to the homeland for a grand burial of the Crown Prince"

The sedan chair swayed all the way back to the residence, and Yuan Hao slightly closed his eyes, but suddenly recalled two years ago... His usually calm and graceful younger sister had never been so flustered, her eyes swollen from crying: "Elder brother, the late emperor clearly designated me to Prince Ning, yet he is still out on the battlefield. If I enter the palace now, how will I manage my future?"

How could the eldest brother have an accident?'' Wesang murmured, "Sister-in-law, how do you know that the emperor personally led the expedition and suffered a major defeat against the Xiongnu?"

Jiang Zaichu knew what he was worried about, and simply shook his head, saying: "Although she is willful, she is a sensible girl and will not vent her anger on me"

Jiang Zaichu lowered his head again to look at Weisang, only to find that she had already straightened up, but her expression was dazed, and the anger he felt suddenly dissipated

That night, my father's condition stabilized somewhat. Weisang was leaning by the table keeping watch when he heard a gentle knock on the door

"How could the heir die in battle?" When Jiang Zaichu spoke, his tone was filled with disbelief, "He took so many elite troops when he left the pass, how could His Majesty leave the Shu army to cover the rear?"

Weisang avoided his hand, her gaze lightly falling to the ground

The Marquis of Shu's residence received the news and had already sent someone to wait at the door.

"You mean, really...lost?" Wesang widened his eyes and grabbed his hand in the darkness. "Is the news true?"

Then you have to give me ten children!" Visang wrinkled her nose. "And you have to promise me... that you can regret three moves in chess."

Visang took a deep breath. This time, she came specifically to seek advice from the master.

The Prince of Ning only smiled faintly, without saying a word.

The emperor is so incompetent. So many of us have died, and now his idea of compensation is to "bestow" us commoners with the opportunity to marry into his family?!

With both hands clasped together, Wei Sang bowed respectfully and then sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion.

It is unknown how much time has passed, during these hellish seven days, she felt calm for the first time.

Han Yong was at a loss for words for a moment. This daughter, who had been doted on since childhood, had developed such a fearless personality. At this moment, he wanted to advise her to turn back, but he didn't know where to start.

He closed his eyes and forcibly suppressed the chaotic and complicated emotions, "I absolutely cannot let you live a life like my mother did."

As expected, when it quieted down, she rolled over under the brocade quilt and suddenly heard a deep and pleasant voice: "So, what about the osmanthus rice cake?"

Jiang Zaichu remained silent and did not speak

Every night, I fall asleep exhausted, yet without dreams or worries... But today, after seeing Jiang Zaichu, in addition to the grief of losing my elder brother, I feel a hint of confusion about the relationship between him and me... How should I move forward from here?

Jiang Zaichu was momentarily taken aback, yet the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile as he softly said: "Han Weisang, is it really going to end like this?" He took one of her hands and placed it over his heart, asking, "Ask this place, can you truly let it go like this?"

Wang Hu's expression stiffened, unable to comprehend the source of Prince Ning's sudden anger. Having served the late emperor for several decades, he naturally understood the difficult position Prince Ning found himself in. The emperor's willingness to allow him to return to his fief was indeed an exceptional favor for this awkwardly situated brother. What else could it be but congratulations?

Perhaps due to a sensitivity to tickling, Weisang instinctively recoiled in her sleep, yet the corners of her lips curled slightly, exuding a sweet breath

"Vaisang, promise me one thing"

Han Weisi is already sixteen years old, and he is already a handsome young man. He is sitting in front of the desk, hungry, copying classics as a punishment. He glanced at his guilty-looking younger sister and just smiled, saying, "It's only right for big brother to take the punishment for his little sister. Weisang, don't let it slip from your mouth."

Jingyun looked at him with confusion, wanting to speak but hesitating.

Visang felt goosebumps all over his body from being stared at by him, but he could only smile slightly and pretend to be calm.

Trembling, Han Yong raised his head and said, "Lord Wang, does His Majesty want to marry the young lady?"

She continued to look at him with a dazed expression by the candlelight, and his sudden movement made him instinctively dodge. "You, you are the brother of that person. It's him who killed my elder brother."

The Prince Ning had already straightened his body, but his profile remained stiff like a statue, with a pale and grim face, without uttering a word.

January of the fifth year of the Yuanxi era.

Without bothering to wash up, Weisang pushed open the door and ran out.

Alas, thinking of his father, he still had to kneel down and express gratitude. Weisang felt an uncontrollable anger and hatred in his heart.

As she was in the bedroom, she was only wearing a light yellow undershirt, revealing her delicate collarbone and a hint of light red on her cheeks without any makeup. Her long hair brushed against Jiang Zaichu's arm, feeling soft and slightly itchy. He suddenly felt emotional, but only gently embraced her and asked, "Weisan, have you ever been to Jiangnan?"

Is the Marquis alright? Xiao Rang looked around inside with a dusty appearance, lowered his voice and said, "I just heard about the marriage arrangement, so I hurried back."

Han Yong changed into his official attire and waited at the gate to welcome the carriage of the Prince Ning.

The emperor personally led the expedition and suffered a defeat.

Wei Sang shook his head, his voice still a little hoarse: "Where is father?"

He turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, gently gathering her long hair and placing her head on his lap, tenderly asking, "Like this? Can you sleep?"

After walking for the time it takes to burn one stick of incense, I finally saw the small courtyard with black tiles and white walls.

Lord Ning regained his composure and let out a faint sigh, responding calmly: "Please, my lord."

Weisang stared at him blankly, somewhat unsure of the meaning behind his words

After listening to every word of Wei Sang, I felt as if all the blood in my body had been frozen by the night wind. I staggered back a step, nearly falling to the ground, and instinctively said: "Are you out of your mind?!"

The quilt had already been kicked off and was piled messily to the side. The moonlight outside the window faintly shone in. Jiang Zai looked at her crimson cheeks and couldn't help but curl his lips. He liked her, so he should respect her even more. It's just that in that moment earlier, he really didn't know how to control his emotions... Holding such a soft body in his arms, after all, he is also a normal person. He liked her, so he should respect her even more. It's just that in that moment earlier, he really didn't know how to control his emotions... Holding such a soft body in his arms, after all, he is also a normal person.

The emperor found it somewhat strange that he suddenly mentioned this at this moment, and responded, "The Jiangnan region is experiencing flooding, while Guanzhong is suffering from drought; I am aware of this."

He turned around, and A Zhuang was being led by someone, walking towards him. The little child was dressed in a white mourning outfit, swaying as he walked over, and upon suddenly seeing him, his expression showed a hint of joy.

The emperor raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled, saying: "How can we arrange a marriage? Do you expect the noble offspring of the Great Jin Dynasty to be married off there?"

He was taken aback

At home, my sister-in-law still suffers from a serious eye disease. And Azhuang is so small. If my father knows this news, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it.

Did you not hear what I said?" He had to raise his voice again

"It is just that this journey is arduous..." Master Kuroyong paused, "Unrequited love, the pain of separation... these are the two great sufferings of the world, my lady. Have you truly thought this through? Those without a steadfast will are likely to never reach the end."

Princess Consort, you must not cry! The maid anxiously said beside her, "The physician ordered that if you cry again, you won't be able to see anything..."

The emperor stared at the young man, feeling a sense of horror.

Jing Yun was quite puzzled and followed along, only to see a middle-aged man sitting upright in the outer hall, with a fair and clean face, wearing a noble royal blue brocade robe, and a white jade pendant hanging from his waist, calmly sipping tea.

He stared closely at Vesang, who looked confused and at a loss, gesturing for her to bend down and slowly spoke some words.

Wei Sang and Zi, must show utmost respect... Master sighed and said, "Lord Hou once said, may you always remember this homeland."

"Your Highness?" Han Yong reminded in a low voice.

Visang took a step back, looked up, and watched the man in front of her with some panic. She was used to seeing him lift weights effortlessly, but she had never seen him so flustered before. She had already made up her mind to spend her life with him, but it turned out that vows were the most fragile thing in the world.

The court has failed ?.

Even Jingyun knows that no news means bad news.

Then you see, in this moment, how can we stabilize that side?

Three days later, the crown prince's consort passed away.

Han Yong has become much thinner due to this serious illness, and overnight, most of his hair has turned white. At this moment, he has regained his composure: "I'm much better now."

Ning Wang? Wei Sang was taken aback; she had not seen Jiang Zai Chu for several days

The distance between them is only a few inches. Weisang widened his eyes and looked at him. His eyelashes were slightly curled, and their length was no less than his own. She had known him for so long and always felt that he was introverted and humble, never speaking in such a tone—perhaps because he always carefully concealed this pride.

On that day, when Sister-in-law heard the news, her previously improved condition suddenly worsened. She fainted and, upon waking up, was overwhelmed with grief. The doctor repeatedly advised her not to cry anymore, but she couldn't help it. She lay on the bed silently shedding tears. ... Wei Sang still remembers when he went to see her, the embroidered pillow was covered in bloodstains. Sister-in-law finally couldn't see anything anymore... ... And when the doctor came to take her pulse, he just shook his head and wrote a few prescriptions, but it was all just going through the motions. Wei Sang still remembers when he went to see her, the embroidered pillow was covered in bloodstains. Sister-in-law finally couldn't see anything anymore... ... And when the doctor came to take her pulse, he just shook his head and wrote a few prescriptions, but it was all just going through the motions.

In the inner hall, there were eunuchs serving him to change clothes. When he walked out slowly, Zhou Jinghua was already waiting outside.

Visang smiled bitterly, not knowing what to say.

"This long journey of life, no one can replace you to complete it," the master sighed softly, "Princess, you must have already leaned towards a choice in your heart."

"Where can Jiang Zaichu go?" She stared blankly at his handsome features, trying hard to steady her breath. "You are the Prince Ning of the Great Jin Dynasty, the General of the Cavalry. If you want to elope with me, where can we go?"

Han Yong leaned down, picked up his grandson, and smiled, "Has Azhuang learned to recognize characters today?"

The smile at the corner of the emperor's lips deepened a little, "The Second Prince is also at the age to get married."

When the Marquis came to see you, he said, "No news is good news." Even if the court has been defeated, the Crown Prince may not necessarily be in trouble!

Moonlight shines through the window mullions, she gazes at his profile with a profound expression. His narrow and bright eyes are filled with hidden unease as they look at her. She knows she shouldn't get angry with him, but Wei Sang still struggles to control herself and trembles with anger.

The heir apparent died in battle beyond the pass. He gritted his teeth and repeated it.

Upon this thought, the usually unflappable young man revealed a faint cold smile at the corner of his mouth

The tall figure effortlessly leaped in, still carrying the wind and snow on him, yet he did not rush to shake it off. Instead, he reached out and pulled Weisang into his embrace, smiling gently and saying, "Have you been waiting for me?"

The emperor pondered for a moment, lowered his head gently, and turned the emerald ring on his thumb. He said softly, "Isn't everything fine now?"

Visang smiled and dodged his imposing figure, "I'm not teasing you! I really won't tease you anymore!"

Her breath gradually became soft and deep. Jiang Zai Chu knew that she had fallen asleep, but he really couldn't bear to let go.

The snowflakes fell like goose feathers, and the faint white plum blossoms lingered around the tip of the nose. Jiang closed his eyes for the first time, and that trace of calm finally completely dissipated. He murmured softly, "But in my heart, I would rather this marriage not be so firmly established. Weisang, seeing you so sad, what can I do?"

As long as there is an emperor, his younger brother is destined to live a life of exclusion and suspicion. Zhou Jinghua understands this very well and naturally knows how to please the emperor. He quickly replied, "The Prince Ning is serving as the Transport Commissioner in Shu. Everything is fine, except that the increase in taxes has caused a strong backlash from the people in Shu. Prince Ning unilaterally changed the tax ratio from one-fourth to one-fifth."

Does your mother love your father very much? Then she must have a difficult time in the palace. Her hands clenched into fists, her nails almost breaking in her palms, "But I won't. I won't love him, I just want to please him."

Having made up his mind, the Marquis of Shu's face sank and he said, "What do you know about court affairs? From today on, I will have someone watch over you and you are not allowed to go out and look for Prince Ning!"

It is a beautiful place. In spring, there will be light rain, and the rain wets the bluestone. The sound of horse hooves stepping on it is very pleasant to listen to. In early summer, you can take a boat to tour the lake and buy some water chestnuts from the farmers to eat. When you peel them, they are crispy and bitter, but the aftertaste is sweet. In autumn, you can eat crabs, accompanied by your favorite osmanthus wine. As the cool breeze rises, the petals of chrysanthemums fall to the ground...

Last night, the young princess stayed up until the third watch, continuously embroidering. This morning, upon waking, her eyes would not stop shedding tears. Just a moment ago, she even fainted, which frightened the young heir.

Where are we going? Wesang asked, biting his ear.

Because he was so clear in his heart that he was truly about to lose her

The person on the dragon throne, although not the emperor that Yuan Haoxing truly desired, held the world firmly in his grasp, and he held it with great steadiness; thus, he would exert all his efforts to assist him

Fortunately, Prince Ning remained indifferent and did not say anything. After a great victory over the Xiongnu, he returned to the capital and even presented a congratulatory gift to the emperor - a sweat-blooded precious horse from Dawan. However, there were strong rumors in the capital, and there were countless mocking remarks about Prince Ning's loss. Regardless of his remarkable military achievements, these idle talks overshadowed him. Later, Prince Ning quickly took over as the Transport Commissioner of Sichuan and Shu, perhaps to avoid these rumors.

To marry the emperor by compromising oneself?

Jiang Zaichu knelt beside Visang, and as he lifted his eyes slightly, he could see her slender waist and soft, flowing hair. He knew that she was currently bowing her head, her expression undoubtedly impatient with the emperor's words of marriage. However, these seemingly tasteless words were describing his wife... This made him feel that all this waiting was worth it.

Yuan Haoxing was about to lift the sedan curtain when suddenly he heard someone outside the sedan loudly say, "Lord Yuan, news has come from the palace that the Empress Yan has just given birth to a son on her birthday."

The young prince took the imperial edict from Wang Hu's hand and calmly asked, "May I know when Your Majesty wants us to set off?"

In the darkness, she faintly heard Jiang Zai's extremely light and muffled laughter. She was already frightened, so she leaned in close to his ear, wanting to tell him not to make a sound. But as soon as she moved her head, something warm and soft covered her mouth.

Jingyun saw his face turn pale, and for a moment, he dared not speak. The two of them remained silent in the room, tension building up like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment.

Jiang Zai Chu sat by his own bed, wearing a plain long robe without a fox fur, leaning over to look at her with tenderness in his eyes.

Jiang's lips curled up with a hint of icy smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes, which were calm to the point of cruelty. "Jing Yun, if the emperor does not suffer a tragic defeat, and the crown prince does not die in battle... I will have to put in more effort. Please ask the people in the palace to slowly persuade him. But if the crown prince dies, he will have no choice but to give me the princess."

Her eyes became gentle and sorrowful, looking at him steadily, and softly said: "If you were not the Duke of Ning, and I were not the Princess of the County, that would be better..."

She looked up, her eyes shining as she looked at her father, "The two princes you mentioned, they are both very good, but, daughter does not like them."

Han Yong stared at his daughter for a long time and said, "Do you know about the identity of the Prince Ning? With his current situation, how can I feel at ease marrying you off to him! Marrying and staying in the capital, would you be constantly worried and fearful?"

In the darkness, he could still see the frightened look in her eyes, like a clear pool suddenly stirred by a ripple of emotion. And faintly, he could hear her heart pounding like a drum.

You said.

He took a step forward, his slender body covering hers, and whispered, "I'm sorry, but I have to wear it... just like you being the Princess Jiahui. We are all born with many unavoidable identities." He paused and continued, "But in my heart, you are just Visang, the girl I like."

Regarding post-war compensation, do you have any suggestions, Haohang? The Emperor asked leisurely.

Visang and he stared at each other for a long time. The tone of anger gradually disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented sense of powerlessness. Tears fell from his cheeks, drop by drop, like pearls.

As with yesterday, he leaned half against the edge of the bed, holding her in his arms, slowly waiting for her to fall asleep

What should the world do if you die?

"I will be fine," Jiang Zaichu quickly replied, gently using both hands to lift her and lay her horizontally on the bed, softly saying, "Don't overthink it. Get some rest soon."

The funeral of Han Weisi has just been held, and the emperor has conferred the title of the next Marquis of Shu upon Han Donglan, the grandson of Han. Furthermore, both openly and covertly, the court has already leaked news that the royal family will enter into a marriage alliance with Sichuan. Although the imperial decree has not yet arrived, the marriage of Princess Jiahui is nearly certain. However, there is not a trace of joy within the marquisate.

The Marquis of Shu has a daughter, Princess Jiahui, who is at the right age for marriage. Yuan Hao said slowly, "In Your Majesty's view, among the members of the clan, who among them could marry this princess and remain in Shu from now on?"

With a sudden alertness, Jiang Zai asked in a low voice, "Is there any news?"

She paused for a moment.

Jiang Zaichu's hand hung in the air, yet he said nothing. As he slightly lowered his head, strands of hair fell down, obscuring his currently despondent gaze

"Is the general here to see my father?" Weisang quickly got up

Yuan Hao gazed intently into the emperor's indifferent face with his淡茶色 eyes for a while, fully aware of his inner thoughts at this moment. The emperor would be more than happy if something happened in Sichuan, preferably resolving the issue of Prince Ning through the hands of the unruly populace. At the very least, he could add a charge of inadequate supervision against Prince Ning. Ha. Truly, this is a case of shortsightedness.

Vesang's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively stood up

The Marquis of Shu lightly patted his daughter's back of the hand, smiled faintly, and turned to the Prince Ning, saying, "Your Highness, do you have time to have a conversation in my study?"

The night watchman passed by outside the mansion, and in the stillness of the winter night, the sound of the gong was particularly startling, akin to thunder. Accompanying the thunder was the startled cry of the maid inside the house: "My lord! The lord has left!"

The bed curtain was suddenly lifted, and his tall figure stood by her bedside, casting a shadow over her body. He leaned down to embrace her, his careful movements filled with unspoken tenderness.

"Your Highness." The attendant stepped into the hall and bowed, saying, "Master Kuroyō has just emerged from meditation."

However, Sichuan is also experiencing a severe drought, and the court has not provided disaster relief; instead, it has increased taxes and even dispatched Prince Ning as the transport commissioner, which shows..." Yuan Hao paused for a moment and said softly, "the heavy exploitation.

The Marquis has already agreed.

"No need." He reached out to put her hood on, the fluffy fur lining of the hood made her expression quite adorable, and he couldn't help but chuckle, "I'll carry you."

There was a peculiar atmosphere in the hall; despite the presence of so many people, it seemed as if they could not understand. They remained kneeling in a daze, and not a single person rose to receive the decree and express their gratitude

In the Transport Envoy's Office, Jingyun was engaged in a game of chess with Prince Ning. Several dozen pieces had already been played, and with only two or three more moves, it seemed likely that his entire army would be defeated. Suddenly, Prince Ning stood up, brushing his sleeves, and with a lackluster expression said, "I will not continue."

"How could she have the mood to watch the lantern festival?" Jiang Zaichu shook his head and looked at the darkening sky outside the window. Suddenly, he thought that at this time every year, the capital city would be filled with fireworks. If there was a day when he could take Wei Sang to see it, she would surely enjoy it.

Weisang's face turned bright red, and she lowered her head, secretly wondering why Jiang Zaichu had not mentioned this matter in the morning

The Crown Prince Han Weisi died in battle, and the 30,000 soldiers conscripted from Shu perished while protecting the emperor during his entry into the pass.

The snow fell heavier and heavier. Weisang looked over his shoulder and felt a flake land on his eyelashes, which melted away with the warmth of his breath, making his eyes itch. She stood on her tiptoes and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Are you homesick?"

Jiang Zaichu watched as Wang Hu got onto the carriage, and he himself mounted his horse. Jing Yun rode up beside him and whispered with a smile, "Congratulations, Your Highness. It turns out that this day has been eagerly awaited for the imperial decree of marriage."

He slowly lowered his hand, his gaze shifting from sorrowful to calm, as he looked at Han Yong's face and said softly: "My lord, please accept my condolences. However, the emperor's decree... it is feared that there is no room for return."

After a while, Zhou Jinghua cautiously asked: "How should His Majesty provide compensation for the Shu Marquis?"

Father was indeed furious, not because the inkstone was truly precious, but because that particular one was a gift from the Emperor

A dignified Ning Wang, who would command respect and reverence from all who encountered him, now resembled a petty thief. Wei Sang could not help but want to laugh, but upon recalling her elder brother, the smile faded from her brow.

At this moment, inside the city of Jinzhou, although it is the first month of the new year, it is lifeless and gloomy, with an atmosphere of dusk.

The emperor sat on the high dragon throne, his complexion somewhat wan. Naturally, no one dared to mention the recently concluded brutal war. As the new year began, in order to put the young ruler of this empire at ease, the ministers all chose the most relaxed and auspicious words. After listening to the reports from the ministers, the emperor gently waved his hand and announced the dismissal of the court.

She opened her eyes, and Jiang Zaichu was no longer in plain clothes; he had changed into a deep purple python robe, adorned with resplendent five-clawed golden dragon patterns on the front and back, which made him appear tall and imposing.

Today the doctor examined A-Sao's eyes and said they have improved significantly. A great weight was lifted from her heart. Just as she was about to inform Jiang Zaichu, he pulled her up from the brocade quilt, leaned down, and touched her hair, saying, "Come with me to a place."

My father was a close friend of Master Kuroyong during his lifetime, often coming here to play chess and meditate. Perhaps on that day, my father was sitting here in the same manner...

Jingyun suddenly realized

She didn't speak again. He quietly watched the side of her face, which was as white as snow, with long and softly curled eyelashes and a slightly upturned nose.

The court is truly overstepping its bounds

Suddenly, a bucket of cold water was splashed down, and Weisang felt her whole body stiffen. Yes, she was dead, her father and sister-in-law were dead, what would happen to Azhang

On the 16th day of the first month in the fifth year of the Yuanxi era, the Marquis of Shu, Han Yong, passed away

Behind her, he did not hold her back, but only whispered softly, "Visang, can we be selfish just this once?"

A Zhuang seems to still not understand the meaning of "Father has passed away". He simply obediently changed into mourning clothes and knelt in front of the coffin to pay his respects. Perhaps due to the passage of time, his little head kept nodding as he dozed off. Wei Sang, feeling heartbroken at the sight, picked him up and instructed the maid to take him back to his room to sleep.

Completing important matters is crucial. Wang Gonggong smiled and said, "As for drinking tea and alcohol, it can wait until later."

He gently rubbed her cheek with the palm of his hand. "Before long, the court should arrange our marriage... I think you should be prepared for it."

He pursed his lips, gazed deeply at her, but did not utter the words "I'm sorry".

Master, there is one thing that has always puzzled me. The self and the ego, both are love... How should one choose?

Jiang Zaichu had few followers, traveling with only a few horses and men. He only brought Jingyun with him.

Jiang Zai Chu looked at her deeply, although feeling helpless in his heart, he had to explain with a stiff scalp, "The casualties in the battle between Chu and Shu were too great, coupled with the death of your elder brother... In order to ease the relationship, the court can only arrange a marriage between the two regions. The most suitable match is between you and me."

阿庄 also took her away... In this vast world, there is always a place to settle down. He took a step forward, held her shoulder, and forced her to lift her head. "As long as you promise me, we will leave the court and no longer be restrained like we are now."

Although the emperor is not afraid of the barbarians in Shu, he just needs to hold on for now.

Wang Hu felt that everyone was acting strangely today, but he didn't think much of it. He just smiled and said, "Congratulations to the Prince Ning."

Weisang stood at the door of the study, yet there was not a sound coming from within, which almost made her suspect that there was no one inside. She cautiously pushed the door open and happened to see her father leaning against the corner of the table, his body slowly collapsing downwards.

He knows her, it has been roughly half a year, and he has never seen her cry. But this time, the sound of crying is not as heart-wrenching, but it is like a sharp blade, carving on his heart.

She jumped up and opened the window.

Prince Ning smiled and did not force him to stay, saying "So be it."

Han Yong felt his blood surging in his chest, and then his vision went black before he fell down.

She grew up smoothly like this, with her father protecting her openly and her older brother loving her even more secretly.

Jiang Zaichu seemed to ignore it, and only said word by word: "Is it confirmed that the young master died in battle?"

Wesang straightened his clothes and lightly knocked on the wooden door.

Wei Sang's vision went black, and he fell softly to the ground.

Wang Hu nodded and smiled, saying, "The princess is indeed dignified and intelligent."

Our news will be two or three days earlier than that of Shu Hou, but in the end... she will still know. Jiang Zaichu sat in the chair, rubbed his brow, and said softly, "I will go tell her, it's better for her to hear it from me than from others."

It is indeed a good match, but Prince Ning will have to stay there for a few more years.

"But before we have the wedding ceremony, you cannot..." Although her tone was somewhat exasperated, her eyes were soft and gentle like water

What's wrong with Sister A?

Jiang Zaichu paused for a moment, then leaped up and lowered his voice, saying, "Don't make a fuss."

Jiang gently embraced her in his arms and kissed her forehead, "Good girl."