Yelu Daiqin stopped as if struck by lightning. For a moment, he couldn't believe the words that came from behind.
"You heard it right! The woman in the west tent is the Jinghua hairpin of Princess Dajing that we have been looking for for so many days!" Chagan Bari saw through Yelu Daiqin's mind and fiddled with the bonfire with dead branches. , and repeated the words again unhurriedly.
Yelu Daiqin slowly turned around and looked at Chagan Bari in disbelief, his brows full of indescribable sadness and coldness, "How did you know?"
These few words suddenly hit him on the head like bad news, and he felt mixed emotions in his heart.
"I know that Ori and Mu have always been worried about her existence, but you don't have to listen to the nonsense he concocted -"
Chagan Bari straightened up, his obsidian eyes looking extremely calm in the dim light, "Emperor Dajing's token is on her two maids. If you don't believe me, search their bodies immediately. "
Outside the tent, the wind gradually picked up, and occasionally there was the sound of galloping horses. It was the night training of the guards at the school grounds.
"It's another body search!" Yelu Daiqin raised his lips and smiled with disdain, "Not long ago, you did a search in a serious manner! Nothing was found!"
"It's different this time!" Zha Ganbari lost his patience, and there was a fierce look in his eyebrows.
He had always had a mature and prudent temperament, so when he roared like this, looking at Yelu Daiqin's slumped and dimmed eyes, he felt that it was inappropriate.
Also, it would take some time for anyone to accept such news, let alone someone who has fallen in love with Jinghua Hairpin.
He turned to look at the bonfire, tightened the cloak on his shoulders, and lowered his tone, "It's confirmed, the token is on her two maids."
He took the tea cup on the small table and took a sip, "If you want to see her for the last time, I won't stop you. In short, no matter what, she has to be escorted into the capital to meet the emperor at dawn. Isn't that right? It’s a matter of method.”
Yes, Chagan Bari's prediction was right. This news was undoubtedly the worst news among bad news for Yelu Daiqin.
For a moment, he felt a dull pain in his ribs, a pain he had never experienced before.
He couldn't believe that the woman who finally brought joy to his desert-like heart turned out to be Princess Jing Huahan, whom he had once said he would cut into pieces -
In the darkness, Yelu Daiqin's thin back collapsed a bit, "She clearly said that her family runs a bank - I don't believe it! I don't believe it -"
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it-"
Jing Huahan covered his ears and screamed, his eyes red.
"How is it possible! How is this possible! Wen Chan! Tell me quickly!" Jing Huahan, with tears on his face, grabbed Wen Chan's shoulders and kept shaking him, "Tell me this is not true! Tell me quickly!"
"Princess! Calm down!" Wen Chan wiped away her tears and knelt at the feet of Jing Hua's hairpin with a sad expression.
"It's true that you are a princess, and it's true that the capital was destroyed by the Beidi people -"
Seeing Wen Chan and Qing'e's expressions with tears streaming down their faces, all the memories flooded into her eyes.
Leaving the city in the snow, Qi He, the hastily written letter, the pair of tokens, and herself and Wen Chan and Qing'e running away and falling off their horses - all came to her mind one after another.
But at the same time, there was the scene of the young man standing in front of her without hesitation. For a moment, her heart was as sharp as a knife.
After a long moment of silence, she slowly raised her right arm wrapped in white cloth, closed and opened her phoenix eyes, and murmured to herself.
"What a trick of fate - I actually cut off my skin and gave it to a person I once hated so much!"
"It's all the slaves' fault! I didn't stop you!"
Jing Huahan shook his head and looked outside the tent, "No, it's not your fault——"
Before she had time to think about it, Wen Chan took out the pair of tokens from her arms and held them in front of Jinghua Hairpin, "Princess, then - when will we return to the city?"
Jing Hua's trembling fingertips touched the pair of tokens, and tears silently flowed across the corners of his eyes, "Father, Emperor - Mother - I'm so sorry for you - it took you so long! It was so close - -Can't remember-"
"Don't worry! I will go back to the city to find my cousin right now!"
As she said that, her eyes filled with coldness, she took the token and held it tightly in her hand, "Leave at dawn! We will leave the camp tomorrow as Riashi promised me! Let's leave at dawn!"
...
"Grasp!"
Half of the wax had burned out, and it shone dimly on Yelu Daiqin's face.
That face was as sinister as ever before, as if he had turned back into the prince Yelu Daiqin who had just entered Jingde and Beidi, and was no longer Riasi.
However, he was not Riasi.
Later, until the eleventh year of Baozheng, on the last day of the twelfth lunar month, he stood alone in front of the long and wide steps of the palace, when the flakes of snow flying in the sky carried the rumble of chanting to his ears.
He suddenly realized that this was a compassionate encounter——
"Have you thought it through?" Chagan Bari did not expect that Yelu Daiqin would agree so quickly. Except for the sadness when he first learned about it, everything was so straightforward.
Sure enough, the second prince of Beidi was a man of few words but had the coldest temperament. He had learned the lesson today.
"Think clearly." Yelu Daiqin sat upright on the felt mat with an expression on his face, not a trace of pity in his eyes.
"You won't see her again for the last time?" At this moment, Cha Ganbari couldn't let go.
"The person I want to see is Zhao Yaoqing, a daughter of the people of Dajing, and she is not - she is the daughter of Beidi's enemy, the princess of Dajing, Jinghua Hairpin!" Yelu Daiqin slowly closed his eyes and slowly retracted his fingers into his palms , holding tightly.
Why - why was it her - thinking of Jinghua Hairpin's innocent smile, Yelu Daiqin felt his heart bleed.
He was reluctant to let go, but his reason told him that this was not the time to be indecisive about the love between his children. He - he had to let go -
His father had ordered him to search for the princess carrying the token for a long time. Unexpectedly, this person had been right under his nose.
He knew clearly that if Jinghua Hairpin was taken away, he would definitely die.
For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be grateful for saving her on the edge of the cliff, or regret that he had saved her on the edge of the cliff——
