When Jiang Huan was thinking to himself, the driver had already stopped, and Mengyu outside called softly, "We're here."
Jiang Huan hurriedly opened the car curtain and helped Mengyu help Chen Ruyi get out of the car. Then she took the initiative to take his wheelchair and quietly pushed him to choose a less crowded path back to Dongyuan.
But Chen Ruyi immediately saw through her little thoughts and asked, "What's wrong? But do you have anything to ask me?"
Just when Jiang Huan was about to ask about the token, he remembered the hidden nature of this army of dead soldiers. If it was an army that could inform others at will, then there would be no need to hide it so deeply.
It is an existence that is unknown, not to mention that in an environment like Chen's country, it would be impossible for Chen Ruyi to have no means of self-defense.
Everyone here hides secrets, and the so-called secrets are their best protection.
Although Chen Ruyi was tender and affectionate towards him at the moment, no one could be sure whether he would behave like this again if he touched his bottom line.
Jiang Huan smiled and said, "It's not a big deal, but I think the current situation in Jiang Country is uncertain, and I want to go back and take a look occasionally."
The city gates of Kyoto are closed all year round, and they will only be reopened during festivals such as the Disaster Relief Fair, where everyone can enjoy themselves. If you want to get in and out of the city gates, there is another way, and that is to borrow the token from the Prince's Mansion.
Jiang Huan carefully observed the changes in Chen Ruyi's expression and considered her words, for fear of being caught.
However, Chen Ruyi just pondered for a moment and frowned in distress, "Leaving the city is not an easy task, but if you want to leave the city, you can disguise yourself as my bodyguard and follow me out of the city."
Jiang Huan nodded repeatedly, praising this as a good idea.
But when she pushed Chen Ruyi towards Dongyuan, she saw Qiu Xingjian, who should have gone back to Taifu's house, standing in front of the gate of Dongyuan.
He crossed his arms across his chest and looked solemn, as if he was very serious.
Something big is probably going to happen.
When Qiu Xingjian saw the two of them, he rubbed his eyebrows and said, "You guys came back just in time, let's talk in the house."
The stove has been lit in Dongyuan, and it is warm and comfortable.
The maid in the courtyard handed over cakes and tea, and then quickly left, for fear of disturbing the conversation of the three people.
In the end, it was up to Mengyu to guard the door and not let anyone come near.
Qiu Xingjian looked like he was rushing over all the way. He took a few big gulps of tea in his hand, and his pale complexion improved slightly.
"The emperor is going to accept a saint from the Wuzhu clan as a concubine in the harem, and the date has been chosen seven days later." Qiu Xingjian said hurriedly, "Previously, the emperor had an agreement with the patriarch of the Wuzhu clan, saying that he would give up Wu Rou's status as a saint.
This allowed her to become a concubine in the harem. But now the emperor suddenly changed his mind and said that Wu Rou can not be a saint, but she must still be a member of the Wu Zhu clan."
The Wuzhu clan are all unmarried women. In order to reproduce their offspring, the clansmen will automatically leave the Wuzhu clan after giving birth to daughters and die in the graves they originally prepared.
Wu Rou was originally a saint of Wu Zhu, but now she has married into the harem and became a concubine. How is it possible that she can still maintain her identity as a member of the Wu Zhu clan?
You must know that in the hearts of the Wuzhu clan, becoming a concubine in the harem is the dirtiest choice.
Although Wu Zhu didn't say it, this was already a rule that everyone had formed unanimously.
"The emperor's actions today must be a plan to break up with Wu Zhu." Qiu Xingjian said seriously.
This is not a good thing.
The Wuzhu clan has a centuries-old history. In the changing of rights, its existence is more like a regulator.
The significance of the existence of this ethnic group with an ancient history is no longer just existence. It is more like a belief and symbol. If this ethnic group is directly wiped out, it will probably cause huge consequences.
Public outrage.
A lot of things can be accomplished by a changing regime through public outrage.
It is impossible for the Prince's Mansion to be alone, and even the Jiang State, which is currently in turmoil, is uncertain.
"We only have seven days." Qiu Xingjian said sternly, his face serious. Although he never said so, Jiang Huan also knew that if something happened to the Wu Zhu clan, the Prince's Palace would be involved.
Chen Ruyi slowly took a sip of tea and frowned slightly, "The biggest connection between the Wu Zhu clan and Kyoto is that they need to go to Beijing every year to perform dances and pray. And the most common thing the Wu Zhu clan does since my accident is
Pray for me and remove the filth.”
Jiang Huan understood what Chen Ruyi said.
The Wuzhu clan's biggest relationship with Kyoto is the Prince's Mansion.
If Wu Zhu had a falling out with the palace because of Wu Rou, or even dared to directly confront the emperor, then people would definitely think about whether they had the support of their master behind them.
And this master is most likely Chen Ruyi.
Jiang Huan held her cheek and fell into deep thought.
In seven days, either Wu Rou will not marry the emperor, or Wu Zhu will relent.
It seems that the latter is slightly easier.
"We have to go to the palace to meet Wu Rou in person and see what's going on." Jiang Huan suggested.
Jiang Huan had never seen what kind of beauty this woman who could make even the emperor's thoughts wander was, so she was a little curious.
Chen Ruyi also nodded, agreeing with Jiang Huan's statement, "If she does not agree, with her status as a witch-ordained saint, it is impossible for the emperor to force her to enter the palace as a concubine."
The Wu Zhu clan was so virtuous that they forced their saints to become concubines. Even if Chen Yan had a lustful heart, he probably didn't have the guts to do so.
But if Wu Rou takes the initiative, then it will be a different situation.
The saint took the initiative to give up her status as a saint and only wanted to accompany the emperor. Such behavior to please the emperor taught Chen Yan how to not bow down to the beauty.
But only Wu Rou herself knew what was hidden under that pomegranate skirt.
"Qiu Xingjian, make arrangements so that we can enter the palace tomorrow." Chen Ruyi ordered.
Qiu Xingjian agreed, then stood up and prepared to leave.
Only he could open the door and suddenly remembered something, "Did you notice anything was wrong at the funeral of the late King of Jiang Kingdom?"
Jiang Huan shook his head and glanced at Qiu Xingjian in confusion, "No, what's wrong?"
When Qiu Xingjian heard this, he just smiled and waved his hand, looking like he was slapping someone, "I just heard that there are assassins in Jiang State, so I was concerned about it. Since there are no assassins, it is naturally a good thing."