"Go back to Beijing?" In Bingzhou Station, Su Yin held down the table with one hand, staring at Yuan Wenxuan with a pair of eyes, with obvious disapproval in his tone.
Yuan Wenxuan had changed into a moon-white gown and a fox fur cloak. He looked at Su Yin steadily and nodded, "I can't go into details about the reason, but I must return to Beijing."
"Because your mother is still in Jindu?" Su Yin looked at him doubtfully.
Yuan Wenxuan looked at her noncommittally, "As a prince of a country, how can I abandon my home and property and hide away just because a thief framed me? I also have my responsibility."
Su Yin's eyes flickered, and she pursed her lips, "Do you know that now that the eldest prince has ascended to power, and you have committed a serious crime? The prince's faction has obviously been prepared for it. Maybe you will be punished before you can even use it when you return to Jindu.
People have poisonous hands.”
"I have a reason to go back." Yuan Wenxuan lowered his eyes, his tone still as firm as ever.
Su Yin nodded lightly, without asking why, "In that case, I will take you back to the palace."
"You first send a message to Prime Minister Su, and then you can hand me over to him after entering Jindu." Yuan Wenxuan gave Su Yin a deep look.
Su Yin was startled, Su Shizong? Although she had already guessed that Su Shizong was from the Queen's lineage, to be honest, she couldn't trust Su Shizong. The current situation in Jindu had changed drastically. Su Shizong, a wallflower, could really defeat Yuan Wen.
Xuan Anran escorted back to the palace?
As if he guessed what Su Yin was thinking, Yuan Wenxuan smiled slightly and said, "Trust me."
Believe me, not Su Shizong.
Su Yin sighed, then smiled and nodded. She did not persuade her deeply, because she could see that Yuan Wenxuan had made up his mind. After all, Jindu was where he grew up since he was a child, and his father, emperor, and empress were both there.
In the capital of gold, how could one decide not to go back just because someone had framed him earlier? As he said, abandoning one's family and career was not realistic.
The circle he lives in is Jindu, not Qingbei City, nor Yin City. What's more, he has a reason to go back.
Yuan Wenxuan didn't tell him the reason, and Su Yin didn't ask.
In the winter of the 83rd year of the Yuan Dynasty, Su Shizong personally sent the fifth prince back to the palace. The emperor was furious and reprimanded Yuan Wenxuan in the study for half a day. In the end, he was only ordered to fine him half a year's salary and spend three months behind closed doors.
Such a punishment can be said to be extremely light, but after all, Yuan Wenxuan is the most favored legitimate son of Emperor Yuan, so this is not unusual.
Moreover, inquiries from all directions after the incident did not reveal where Yuan Wenxuan was hiding or what he did during the time he left the palace.
Su Yin didn't know if he told the truth to Emperor Yuan, or if there were any scruples in it that she didn't know. But she guessed that even if Yuan Wenxuan really told the truth, Emperor Yuan would never practice here.
It is a good time to be healthy and rejuvenate, and to oppose the Liao and Xiling Kingdoms.
Putting things to rest is probably the best outcome. The Yuan Kingdom no longer has the national power to vent its anger with its troops.
As for the Liao Kingdom and Xiling, they were actually dissatisfied with the public search by Dingbei Wang Yuanyi in Yuyang County, and the envoys handed over documents to reprimand the Yuan Kingdom for their actions. The relations between the three countries were tense for a while, but no major actions were taken.
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In this way, Su Yin had to admire the two countries' shamelessness, which was as thick as the city walls.
The replacement of the crown prince of the Yuan Dynasty has come to an end.
It's just that the outside world doesn't know that behind all this, a petite figure has been hiding, silently following the whole situation. It was she who personally handed Yuan Wenxuan into the hands of Su Shizong.
Time flies, and it’s already the third year in a blink of an eye.
Spring, 86th year of the Yuan Dynasty.
In the spring of March, it was misty and rainy, and the pattering raindrops wetted the red walls and green tiles, as well as the Yin flag hanging high on the city wall.