Cheng Ning, I don’t seem to have written a letter to you.
After finishing the court affairs in the middle of the night, the chamberlain came in with steaming soup.
I think of the soup you made.
It doesn't taste good, has no taste at all.
But you have no choice. In order to please me, I cooked it with my own hands, so I drank it all in one gulp.
I couldn't sleep, so I thought about a lot of things.
When I was fifteen years old, my brother and I stood on the city wall, watching you go to war.
You were wearing armor and a red cloak. You were obviously still young, but you moved forward fearlessly.
I know that your soul is free all your life, like the passing wind from the north.
I told Brother Huang that in two years’ time, I would also like to go beyond the Great Wall.
Beidi, desert, Gobi, anywhere is fine.
But then I got entangled in government affairs, and the late emperor wanted us to practice government.
The emperor's brother has always had a gentle temper since he was a child, but his methods are not strong enough and he is not decisive enough when encountering problems. So I thought about staying in Kyoto to help him.
When you were seventeen, you besieged Beidi and disappeared.
You probably don’t know that I have actually been to Beidi to brave the cold wind that year.
But when you arrived, you were already out of trouble, sitting on the bed, being watched by the soldiers as you drank the medicine, your face so wrinkled that it could kill a fly.
When he returned to Kyoto, the late emperor proposed marriage.
They say you are the new general, and if you win, you will conquer the world.
But I know that you will agree to marry the emperor's brother.
At that time, I didn't know whether you really liked Brother Huang, or whether you were just fulfilling the expectations of those around you.
The late emperor's, your father's, and others hope that the Cheng family and the imperial court can restrain each other.
So when my father pointed you out to him, I thought in my heart that you should be the future mother of the country.
Later, everything changed again.
It was only when the late Emperor saw me before he died that I realized that my origin was a conspiracy from beginning to end.
My father hates me just as I hate the Cheng family and the dead Wei Heyu.
He said that he would give me the throne as a punishment for the Cheng family and me. The people would scold me, but I would not let the Cheng family go.
In fact, I have also asked why I became the target of hatred in the end.
Cheng Ning, you must have asked me this too.
I said at the time, because your surname is Cheng.
I started to torture you, broke your bow-drawing wrist, trusted the Xie family, and forced the Cheng family until there was no way out.
You always ask why it’s you, it’s your brother, it’s your sister-in-law.
I also want to ask, why is it me?
Do I have to bear the consequences of what they sow?
I can't escape, so I want to drag you all in and make everyone unhappy together.
But if you feel pain, I will feel even more uncomfortable.
I can neither watch you stay aloof nor face your pain.
Maybe I did something wrong from the beginning and ruined everyone's path.
When Wang Xi confessed to me, I realized that no one had escaped this fate.
But whether Concubine Wen, Wang Xi, or the culprit Wei Heyu, they all left me with a trace of kindness.
Only I am the cruelest to you.
It should be the right thing to send you away. I often stand at the highest point of the palace, blown by the wind from the inner courtyard of the palace wall, and feel unbearably cold in the hot summer.
You must have felt this way often.
The child should have been born when I received this letter, right?
You once asked me if I wanted a boy or a girl, and I said it didn't matter.
Now I think he is a boy, taller and stronger, who can protect you.
Is the sky in the north beautiful?
If it looks good, please raise your head for me.
The signature is the three characters Wei Yanzhou, written with dragons and phoenixes dancing.
Cheng Ning folded the letter. There was no mention of the Tiger Talisman in the letter. He didn't know what this madman meant.
Cheng Ning drank the poisonous wine without any hesitation.
Regardless of death or Wei Yanzhou's ulterior motives, if they continue to be tied together, one of them will die.
So she didn't want to guess.
But when she opened her eyes, she had arrived in Youshui in the north and became the lord of a city, with a wealth of wealth waiting for her to take care of.
So she didn't think about it anymore, picked up the family business management that she was not good at, and gradually brought You Shui into Wuzhou's field of vision.
In the past half year or so, she had rarely been distracted, never thought about Wei Yanzhou's intentions, and almost never thought about him.
Leaving means letting go.
So she put the tiger talisman in the drawer, folded the letter into its original shape, put it into the original bag, and placed it casually on the table.
After leaving, the servant hurriedly came to report.
He said that Dr. Ji didn't want to go to southern Xinjiang and told them not to discuss it.
He was tending to herbs recently, so Cheng Ning went to his yard.
The old man with gray hair could be heard muttering from a distance, and he always looked like he had a bad temper.
Cheng Ning went in, and before he could say anything, he stared at him: "Going to Southern Xinjiang? What are those irrelevant people doing to me?"
"Then don't go, why are you so angry?" Cheng Ning picked through his herbal medicine box, twirling this one and touching that one.
She was so easy to talk to, but Lao Ji didn't believe it.
I remember that when Cheng Ning first came to Youshui, she was four months pregnant and her body was in terrible shape.
I don't know how much effort Lao Ji went through to get her to take the medicine.
Narrowing his eyes suspiciously, he didn't believe this old fox-like woman: "Seriously?"
"Seriously." Cheng Ning clapped his hands and then thundered: "I'll go there myself."
"you!"
Lao Ji suddenly became furious: "You know I won't let you leave my sight, but you still want to go to southern Xinjiang. You are just sitting in confinement. Do you want to die?"
Cheng Ning looked indifferent: "What should I do? I can't watch him die."
Lao Ji nodded repeatedly, looking almost furious.
He is almost 60 years old, and he is still popular.
Cheng Ning changed the topic: "Will you definitely follow me if I go?"
of course? When had he managed to get over Cheng Ning's body with his own hands?
His white beard was almost blowing, and Lao Ji was huffing and puffing, speechless and extremely angry.
Cheng Ning smiled slightly, got closer to him, and said with emotion but pride, "Didn't I say that the person who arranged you to be with me saved your life?"
Otherwise, why would he be so devoted to her?
Lao Ji tried hard to calm down his breathing, saying nothing and not taking advantage of him.
"Seriously, it's none of your business. It's about life and death. Can you handle it?"
Others can ignore it, but Fu Youting cannot.
As long as the blood of Jinyang flows on her body, she cannot remain indifferent to the soldiers.
Lao Ji finally gave in. It was useless not to give in. It was impossible for Cheng Ning to really go to southern Xinjiang.
"Just this once!" Lao Ji said viciously.
Cheng Ning stopped as soon as he saw the answer and nodded repeatedly.
On the day of the full moon, a few tables were set up in the city lord's mansion.
Cheng Ning originally disagreed, but the servants in the mansion were eager to try it. Aunt Qi and the housekeeper had already finalized the menu.
She is not in charge, so she just enjoys the fun.
The little baby has grown a lot in one month, and is particularly close to Cheng Ning. She cries when she can't see her, but Cheng Ning just hugs her and it's fine.
The wet nurse put on a red robe for him, and he licked his fingers and drooled in Cheng Ning's arms.
There was a lot of excitement after the banquet started, and many large merchants from Youshui came to the door with gifts.
When Cheng Ning looked up, he saw an old acquaintance.
