As soon as he walked outside the palace, the palace maid on duty saluted him. Nangong Yuanyi whispered: "Shh, don't make a sound."
The maids quickly stepped aside. Although the new emperor was wearing mourning clothes, they were still fascinated by him.
They knew that the Northern Dynasty Imperial Palace would undergo earth-shaking changes, but no one thought that An Xiyue would be the only one dominating the emperor's favor in the future.
Immediately, a palace maid whispered: "The new emperor is so gentle."
"The emperor is also very gentle to the empress..."
Another maid continued: "When Your Majesty was still a prince, he favored Princess Nan alone. This has been the case for so many years. Your Majesty is the happiest woman in Kyoto. I didn't expect to become the queen again now."
"The emperor already has an imperial appearance. Everyone is saying that the new emperor's ascension to the throne is destiny. I wonder which of the noble families will take the position of the fourth concubine..."
Nangong Yuanyi quietly entered the dormitory and found An Xiyue sitting in front of the desk copying scriptures.
An Xiyue suddenly raised her head, saw the tiredness in his eyes, and still felt a little distressed, and asked, "Have you eaten the dinner I asked the palace maid to send?"
Nangong Yuanyi nodded and said, "After eating, the food cooked by my wife is the most suitable for my husband."
He didn't bother her to continue copying the scriptures, but instead sat on the soft couch beside her and closed her eyes to rest.
After a moment, he said calmly: "There is an emergency on the border. After the late Emperor's first seven days, I will lead my troops and leave the capital."
He did not tell An Xiyue that he had a strange dream.
In the next dozen years, it was this dream that time and time again prevented him from making her his queen.
An Xiyue's hands continued to move. She knew that a war was coming, so she wanted to pray for all the soldiers and her husband.
She said: "Buddhist scriptures must be copied personally to be sincere."
He just smiled and said nothing.
It stands to reason that since he first ascended the throne, he should find a way to secure the throne. Starting a war now is the most untimely and dangerous, because the people's morale is unstable, and the military's morale is also unstable.
A large part of the people in the court felt that the new emperor's decision was too hasty, and people even began to doubt whether he could secure the throne.
Perhaps for every new emperor, peace is the best solution.
Nangong Yuanyi did the opposite, while An Xiyue said nothing and only looked forward to his triumphant return.
Does everyone think that the new emperor and the new queen are crazy?
An Xiyue always maintained a decent smile and always believed in his decision. This fight could bring new vitality to the Northern Dynasty.
This is also true in reality. The new emperor's personal expedition is the most morale-boosting thing.
She added: "The children and I are waiting for you to come back. For his sake, I can't go with you this time."
An Xiyue gently stroked her belly, "The child is very well-behaved and didn't make me suffer. Don't worry."
"I will definitely come back before the child is born."
Nangong Yuanyi suddenly sat up and looked at An Xiyue firmly.
"Well, I'll wait for you."
So he raised the corners of his lips again, smiled, and lay down.
An Xiyue was choked with sobs, and he pretended not to hear her, not wanting to see her sad and crying.
However, she still concentrated on copying Buddhist scriptures, hoping that everything would be safe.
So although the battle was difficult, he decided to take the initiative to fight back, because being passively beaten was not his style.
"Yue'er, I will make a stable career for my husband and give it to you as a betrothal gift so that you can be my wife for the rest of my life."
He said "wife", not queen.
When An Xiyue looked up, he had fallen into a deep sleep.
As winter approaches, everyone knows that this battle is not easy to win.
An Xiyue also knew it, so she just murmured: "Ayi, I wish you peace in every life..."
