In Xuanyuan Qilin's narration, Su Yueming seemed to see a bloody imperial city——
A whimpering sound echoed in her ears,
Her breath was filled with the strong smell of blood,
Her eyes saw that prosperous Kyoto turned into a hell on earth overnight.
And the creator of all this is him, the man who is about to become her husband——
Murong Canghai.
"Where is the Right Prime Minister's Mansion? How is it now? How is Third Yin? Is the old lady's illness cured?"
Xuanyuan Qilin slowly recovered from his grief and anger, and said, "Everything in the Right Prime Minister's Mansion is as usual, and the Great Qin guards are well-protected. Since you left, I have only been there once. At that time, the old lady and the third aunt were both there.
It’s okay, I just miss you so much, especially Third Yiniang, I miss you every day, and my eyes were red when I went there.”
Su Yueming listened and sighed softly. Everything in Youxiang's Mansion was so far away.
Xuanyuan Qilin looked at her, opened his mouth, and said——
"The news of your marriage to Murong Canghai has spread throughout the capital. The old woman and Third Yiniang will probably know about it too."
Hearing what he said, Su Yueming nodded and said softly, "Yeah, I'll probably know about it."
When Xuanyuan Qilin heard that she confirmed the news personally, he had a disappointed expression on his face. He smiled bitterly, "I thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to be true. It's for the prince, right?"
Su Yueming raised her head, with doubts in her eyes. Not many people knew about the fact that the prince was alive.
"You don't have to really marry him." Xuanyuan Qilin said.
"What's your plan?" Looking at his expression, Su Yueming knew that he seemed to have been planning for a long time, but her heart twitched.
"We have already planned it. On your wedding day, we will cooperate internally and externally. You will find a way to lure away Murong Canghai's men. Song Siyuan, Feng Po and others will disguise themselves as farmers delivering food and sneak into the North Court Palace to take the opportunity to rescue the prince.
Come out, and you can leave with us and escape from Murong Canghai's clutches." Xuanyuan Qilin informed Su Yueming of his plan.
"What if you fail?" she asked, "Have you ever thought about the consequences? Now, Seventh Prince, you are no match for the King of the North Courtyard. The Prince's Mansion of the North Courtyard is heavily guarded. Even if there are a few mosquitoes inside, Murong Canghai can control them.
It’s crystal clear.”
Xuanyuan Qilin said, "It will not fail. This time there will be no mistakes."
"Where do you get such confidence?" Dazhou had just suffered a disastrous defeat, which was not enough to compete with Murong Canghai, but Xuanyuan Qilin looked confident. Could there be some hidden secret in this?
Xuanyuan Qilin turned away and said, "This is our last chance, so no matter what, I have to make a desperate move!"
Su Yueming said, "Actually, Murong Canghai has promised me that if I marry him, he will escort the prince back to the court and return the Zhou Dynasty to him. Seventh Prince, I don't want you to act rashly. There are many people
I need you, so this matter will go according to my plan."
"Yue'er, why have you become so stupid? Do you think what he said is true? He has planned for many years and spent a huge price to finally unify the seven countries. Do you think he will break this pattern easily?" Xuanyuan Qi
Lin was a little excited, the pitch of his voice rose a little, and his face turned red.
Su Yueming said seriously, "He promised me, I believe he will do it."