Mu Yun'an sighed silently: "You don't like all the good men in Beichen, and you don't like the ones in Nanyue. If you still can't meet them in Southern Xinjiang, sister Yunxi, you will have no choice but to become a monk and become an aunt."
Shen Yunxi chuckled, and she poked Mu Yun'an's little face: "Don't worry about me, you and the prince's brother can be affectionate."
Mu Yunan hugged her arm and said: "Sister Yunxi, being with the person you like is a very happy thing.
I hope you can also experience this kind of happiness. If a man expresses affection for you, don't be in a hurry to reject him. You can get along and see if you feel something."
"Okay, okay."
Shen Yunxi agreed to her perfunctorily: "Let's go back and rest. We have to travel tomorrow."
The two of them returned to the carriage to rest, and Mu Yun slept soundly that night.
However, Shen Yunxi had a dream. She dreamed of a woman standing under the tree with tears streaming down her face, looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance.
He was calling someone's name.
Brother Xuan Ye.
Shen Yunxi woke up from her dream. When she opened her eyes, she saw the sky outside was lightening slightly.
She sat up, opened the curtain and looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, which were exactly the same as in her dream.
But this time, it's not a departure, but a return.
...
Two days later, their group arrived at the capital of southern Xinjiang.
As soon as the carriage entered the city, it stopped.
Mu Yunan opened the curtain and saw a carriage on the opposite side blocking their way.
The curtain opened, revealing the man's handsome face. He got out of the car, dressed in white clothes that were as pure as the snow, as pure as a celestial being.
Mu Yun'an pulled Shen Yunxi with some excitement and said, "Sister Yunxi, this man is really good-looking. Do you like it?"
Shen Yunxi shook her head helplessly. She glanced at the man and saw that he was indeed good-looking, not only because of his stunning facial features, but also because of his aura.
Elegant, noble and a little indifferent.
The man walked up to him, rolled up his sleeves and bowed, saying, "Prince Beichen is here. Please forgive me for missing you from afar."
Xiao Chengyi glanced at him and said: "The high priest of Southern Xinjiang is indeed well-deserved.
No news of this trip has been leaked, but the high priest is here to welcome him, I guess he has calculated it, right?"
Jun Limo said: "Exactly, I observed the sky at night and found that a noble person is coming, so I am here to welcome him."
After a pause, he asked: "Has Your Highness the Crown Prince seen me before?"
"Never."
Xiao Chengyi said: "There is no one else but the high priest who can have such elegant demeanor in southern Xinjiang."
Jun Limo smiled and said: "Your Highness the Crown Prince, you are so complimentary. You have worked so hard on the journey. Let's go to the city to rest first, please."
He made an invitation and invited everyone into the city.
Mu Yun'an lowered the curtain and said, "So he is the high priest of Southern Xinjiang."
Shen Yunxi said: "He is the son of the Queen. When the Queen eloped with her sweetheart and became pregnant, they were traced. Thanks to our Majesty's secret help, they were able to save their mother and son.
Later, the queen married the prince of Southern Xinjiang and became the queen of Southern Xinjiang.
After the King of Southern Xinjiang died of illness, the Queen took over the power, ascended the throne, and openly took her husband and son back.
The identity of the high priest is no longer a secret in southern Xinjiang."
Mu Yun'an listened with gusto: "Our Majesty is really powerful."
After a pause, she added: "Brother Yi is also very powerful."
Xiao Chengyi, who was following the carriage, heard the little girl's praise, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.