Xuandu was sitting in front of the window playing chess with Yuan Jiahe.
Since the death of the late emperor, Yuan Jiahe no longer had any scruples, and often ran out of the palace to see Xuan Du, and sometimes would stay here without leaving.
Fortunately, there were not many people waiting in the Imperial Master's Mansion, and no one was gossiping.
Yuan Jiahe held the chess pieces. After she made one move, she regretted it again and shouted: "No, no, I made the wrong move."
After saying that, he ruined the chess and put it down again: "I will play here."
Xuandu asked her with a smile: "Are you sure?"
Yuan Jiahe was a little unsure again when she asked him. She frowned and hesitated for a long time: "Sure."
Xuan Du raised his eyebrows, and the chess piece in his hand slowly fell down: "You lost again."
Yuan Jiahe: "..."
She snorted and lost her temper: "I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore. I lose to you every time. It's so boring."
Xuan Du smiled slightly. He moved the chessboard between them, then took Yuan Jiahe's arm and pulled her into his arms. He coaxed her in a low voice: "It's my fault. I'll let you do it next time."
If you win, Aluan, don’t be angry.”
Yuan Jiahe would not be angry with him, she just liked him to coax her, and she felt that she had become squeamish because of him.
She chuckled, put her arms around Xuan Du's neck, kissed him on the lips and said, "I must have accumulated virtue in my previous life before I met you."
Xuan Du's brows moved slightly, a little absent-minded. She had obviously suffered so much in her previous life, but thinking about her death in her previous life still made his heart throb uncontrollably.
He hugged Yuan Jiahe tightly, looked for her lips and kissed her.
Yuan Jiahe closed her eyes and was indulging in it. Suddenly she heard a sound coming from the window. She thought someone was coming and hurriedly pushed Xuandu away. When she looked up, she saw a pigeon squatting on the window.
She asked with some surprise: "Why are there pigeons?"
Xuan Du's eyes paused for a moment, then he reached out to grab the pigeon, took out a letter from its leg and unfolded it. After reading the content above, his expression changed.
Yuan Jiahe looked at his shocked expression and couldn't help but become nervous: "What's wrong? Whose letter is it from?"
Xuandu glanced at Yuan Jiahe and said quietly: "It belongs to Xiao Chengyi. Come on, I will take you back to the palace."
He stood up, stretched out his hand, and pulled Yuan Jiahe up.
Yuan Jiahe had no doubts and asked curiously: "I just looked at you and your face changed. What did Xiao Chengyi say?"
Xuandu said: "The Nanyue Emperor's matter has not been resolved yet. Xiao Chengyi is going to visit Southern Xinjiang. The princess doesn't know about this yet, so you have to keep it a secret."
Yuan Jiahe knew that Xiao Chengyi's trip must be dangerous, otherwise he would not hide it from Yan Yan, so she didn't ask any more questions and just nodded.
The two of them went out together and returned to the palace.
After Xuandu sent Yuan Jiahe back, he went to the imperial study room.
Since Yan Jingxuan ascended the throne and became the emperor, he has never had a day of leisure. Looking at the piles of memorials in front of him, he really feels that he has no life left.
I don’t know when Xiao Chengyi will come back? When will he be free?
Just as he was melancholy, he saw the door of the palace being pushed open, and Xuan Du strode in.
Yan Jingxuan saw a happy expression on his face and said hurriedly: "You came just in time. Please help me approve a few memorials."
Xuandu's face was sullen and solemn: "I just received a letter from Wang Zefang. He said that three days ago, Princess Kangle's marriage team was assassinated.
All the people giving the wedding are dead, and Princess Kangle is also missing. He suspects that it was Princess Kangle who did this."