Glass City.
In the large study, Young Master Qingchen, dressed in white, sat in the first chair below the head of the table. Looking at the empty chair in front of him, his handsome face was smiling, and his bearing was leisurely like an immortal. But the people sitting below him couldn't help but tremble. Young Master Qingchen's appearance … was really too frightening.
"Young Master Qingchen, when exactly will Prince return? For more than a month, the border of Xi Ling has been increasing the number of troops … "The others looked at the person who asked the question as if they were looking at an idiot. Didn't he see that Young Master Qingchen was angry because Prince refused to return? He actually touched the pot that didn't boil! But then again, when exactly would Prince return? Xi Ling's border looked like a war was about to break out, but Prince still refused to return. Of course, it wasn't that they couldn't fight without Prince, but without Prince, they felt uncertain.
Xu Qingchen looked back and smiled faintly, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised. "After playing enough … Prince will naturally return."
"Then Xi Ling …"
"Didn't we also increase the number of troops? Xi Ling just wants to test the waters. Even if they want to fight … Prince should be back by the time the war really starts. "If Mo Xiuyao returned after the war really started, they would directly throw him into the battlefield! Of course, Li 'er had to stay behind to guard Glass City.
Everyone was silent. This Young Master Qingchen was good at everything. He was even more efficient than Prince in handling political affairs. After all, Young Master Qingchen had never been like Prince who maliciously slacked off. And there were many things that his subordinates didn't understand, he only needed to casually give a few pointers to enlighten them. The only bad thing was that this Young Master's appearance was really too handsome. Moreover, he had the temperament of a banished immortal. When he smiled gently at you, most people would swallow the words they wanted to say. They couldn't even muster up the slightest bit of rebuttal. When this young master's smile had a hint of coldness to it, it was mostly related to their Prince Ding. Everyone felt a chill like the winter wind.
"Reporting to Young Master Qing Chen, the Prince's Princess Consort has returned!" The guard outside the door reported.
A bright smile bloomed on Xu Qingchen's handsome face. In an instant, it was as if spring had returned and hundreds of flowers had bloomed. However, most of the people present couldn't help but tremble. When Young Master Qingchen revealed such a smile, it usually meant that someone was in trouble.
"Good, very good." Xu Qingchen nodded with a smile. He stood up and glanced at everyone present. He smiled and said, "Everyone, let's go welcome His Highness."
Prince Ding, who had been free and unfettered in the Chu capital for a long time, returned to the northwest. Before he could catch his breath, he was invited to the study by his most trusted military advisor and brother-in-law for a discussion. Originally, Ye Li felt very guilty for leaving everything to Xu Qingchen and planned to help. However, Eldest Young Master Xu's anger was clearly only directed at His Highness Prince Ding, so he very gently refused Ye Li's help and kindly told his cousin to rest well after the long journey back. As for the other matters … … His. Highness. Will. Take. Care. Of. Them.
Ye Li felt that her eldest brother was grinding his teeth when he said that the Prince would take care of them. Of course, her eldest brother wouldn't do something so indecent, but Ye Li still decided to listen to her eldest brother's orders and go rest. After all, she still had a few guests to settle down.
In the originally empty guest courtyard deep in the Prince Ding Mansion, there were already people waiting there. Ye Li had just walked to the entrance of the courtyard with the empress and Hua Tianxiang when someone rushed out. "Princess Ding! Princess Ding … … My mother … … Mother, has mother come? " Princess Changle, who had not been seen for a long time, rushed out wearing a light purple dress embroidered with orchids. She happened to see the empress walking beside Ye Li and could not help but be stunned.
"Changle … …" The empress gazed at her daughter, whom she had not seen for almost a year. She had grown much taller and her complexion was better than when she had been in the imperial palace. Although she had heard Ye Li talk about her daughter's situation in the northwest, she could not help but tear up upon seeing the empress.
"Mother … … Mother … … Mother!" Princess Changle blinked her eyes, finally coming to her senses. With a cheer, she threw herself into the empress' embrace. The fifteen-year-old girl was only slightly shorter than her mother. However, in front of the empress, she was like a seven or eight-year-old girl, beaming with smiles and acting spoiled.
Standing to the side, Hua Tianxiang smiled at Princess Changle and said, "Changle can only see your mother. As expected, you have forgotten me, your older sister?"
Only then did Princess Changle raise her head, looking at Hua Tianxiang, who was smiling at her. Embarrassed, she called out, "Older sister Tianxiang."
"Older sister Wuyou, there's also me, there's also me … …" Unwilling to be left out, Mo Xiaobao extended his small hand, wanting to attract Princess Changle's gaze. Princess Changle had always had a good relationship with Mo Xiaobao. Smiling, she bent over and pinched his cheeks. Smiling, she said, "So it's Xiaobao. Is the Chu capital fun? Is this your new little friend? " Leng Junhan stood by Mo Xiaobao's side, blinking her large, limpid eyes as she gazed at the beautiful elder sister before her. Princess Changle was immediately attracted to the tender and tender little bun before her. Compared to the mischievous Mo Xiaobao, who would sometimes even deceive her, this tender and tender little darling before her was clearly more lovable. Along the way, even the empress and Hua Tianxiang preferred to hug and caress Leng Junhan. This caused Mo Xiaobao to feel a trace of disappointment.
"Not fun … however, I brought a present for older sister Wuyou. This is little dummy Leng, my new friend. "Mo Xiaobao said with some disappointment.
"Oh? You only brought a present for older sister Wuyou? Then what about us? " Clear and melodious laughter could be heard from behind the door. Two madams appeared at the door with Qin Zheng, who was holding the hand of a little boy. Smiling, they looked at Mo Xiaobao.
Mo Xiaobao immediately cheered and threw himself into Madam Xu's embrace. "Eldest Aunt, Second Aunt, Second Aunt, Xiaobao also brought a present for you. Little brother Zhirui also brought a present. " Xu Zhirui, who was only four years old, proudly snorted and snuggled into his mother's embrace. "I don't want your present." Who told you to sneak off to the Chu capital without bringing me along?
Mo Xiaobao's eyes turned. Beaming, he said, "If you don't want it, then forget it. I heard that General Lü's youngest son is about to celebrate his birthday. In a few days, I'll have someone send it to him! It just so happens that I forgot to prepare a birthday present for him. " No matter how intelligent Xu Zhirui was, he was still a fair and tender little cutie when he was four years old. There was an essential difference between him and Mo Xiaobao, a black-hearted sesame seed. Hearing him say this, Xiao Mou's eyes immediately moistened. "Mother …"
Qin Zheng helplessly patted her son and comforted him. "Cousin is just joking with you."
"Right, right, I'm just joking. How can I give something to you to someone else? I'll have someone bring it to you later, okay? "Receiving his mother's warning gaze, Mo Xiaobao could only coax the little bun himself. Seeing the two little bun, who were less than two years apart, being comforted and comforted by adults, everyone couldn't help but cover their faces and laugh.
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