Jiang Yixue was eventually taken away.
The carriage coming from Dongpei flew through the clouds and covered the canopy, like the divine sky and Jiangque. It was much more luxurious than the carriage that sent him to Dingzhou when he was young, but to him, it was like a nightmarish abyss.
After Yin Shang gave him a promise and a kiss, he obediently raised his hands and tied himself up on the spot.
He walked towards the opposite side step by step, and when he stepped into the carriage, he looked back at her for the last time. His long and thick eyelashes were already soaked in clusters with tears, and his cyan eyes were full of deep sadness and fragile expectation. There seem to be thousands of words that can be said endlessly.
After a long time, the bare hand dropped, and the car curtain gently floated down, blocking the two people from looking at each other for the last time.
Yin Shang's expression gradually turned frosty as he disappeared, and he withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhan Lubo indifferently.
He was not afraid at all, but stretched out the tip of his bright red tongue and quickly traced the teeth, showing an extremely provocative smile.
During the tense confrontation between the two, Jiang Yiyu led the team of carriages and horses over there and turned around to leave. Soon there was the sound of horse hooves and the flying dust.
It wasn't until the team disappeared that Yin Shang gently pulled the reins and said in a loud voice: "Let's go."
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After leaving the border of the Three Kingdoms, we almost entered the border town of Qi Hui. The journey was safe and sound, but Yin Shang always felt that something was missing in his arms.
The journey was difficult and dangerous, but in the end it ended up like this. Even though Jiang Yixue was not handed over to Zhan Lubo, she was a little frustrated.
Although she had hidden selfish feelings for Jiang Yixue, she still liked him in her heart, but now she personally handed him back.
Back to the place he had nightmares about escaping from.
Thinking of this, Yin Shang tightened his grip on the reins, feeling a helpless suffocation in his heart.
…
It wasn't until he entered the capital of Qi Hui, Xianping, that depression was gradually replaced by the joy of returning home. However, when the familiar tower was in front of him, Yin Shang felt a secret sense of timidity.
I haven't returned home for eight years. Is my family and country okay?
The sound of horse hooves gradually slowed down, and several people in Yin stood up and dismounted. Seeing that these people did not look like ordinary people, the soldiers at the city gate hurriedly stepped forward and said vigilantly: "You need to show documents to enter the city!"
Hearing this, she took a slight breath, reached into her arms, and touched the jade order of the Crown Prince that her mother had given to her when she was eight years old. She squeezed it tightly with trembling fingers, took it out, and showed it to others for the first time.
When the soldier saw this order, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Jin Chengyi and Lin Boyu. He didn't know whether they recognized them or not, and looked around blankly for a while.
Until Yin Shang smiled and said softly: "I am Yin Shang."
The soldier's whole body froze, and there was moisture in his eyes, and he said calmly: "Your Highness?" After two breaths, he seemed to have woken up from a big dream, bowed and saluted: "See you, Your Highness!" After that, he raised his head and shouted to the surroundings. : "His Royal Highness is back! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is back!"
His voice instantly resounded in the cold day, and the people around him gradually came to their senses. Within a few breaths, the cheers and excitement started one after another.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
"It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
"His Royal Highness is back!"
"Your Highness..."
"His Royal Highness was only eight years old when he left..."
"Your Highness is still the same as before..."
"Your Highness!"
"..."
The cold silence of winter was suddenly filled with noisy voices. The crowds came one after another, but they always kept a close distance from Yin Shang.
The familiar or unfamiliar faces were all filled with surprise smiles, and they all looked at her eagerly.
The faint timidity in Yin Shang's heart was instantly washed away by the cheers of the people, leaving only indescribable joy and shock.
They all still remember me...
Being here, Yin Shang's heart also surged with majestic emotions, and his eyes turned red uncontrollably.
Back home...
Go home!
——It wasn't until this moment that the feeling of going home gradually became real. She wished she could rush into the crowd, hug and cheer with them, and then the next breath, a familiar voice came from the distance.
"Alas!"
Yin Shang suddenly turned around and saw two people riding horses from a distance. It was King Yin Shu of Qi Hui and Wang Jun Wei Shengxu.
Mother...Father...
Her red eyes finally shed tears, and her mind instantly recalled the letter she received when the week was decided. No matter how urgent and important the matter was, her mother would always write, "My son, are you okay?"
"My son, are you safe?"
"My son, are you safe?"
"..."
These seven words gradually rang in her mind, shattering her last trace of support.
She turned around and took a step, flying through the crowd, and threw herself into her mother's and father's arms like a baby swallow in the forest.
"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back..." Wei Shengxu was already in tears, stroking her back gently.
Yin Shu also had red eyes, stared at her face, and said softly: "My son has grown up."
Time is like water, gone and never come back.
"Ah Shang!" Another familiar voice came from behind his mother and father. Yin Shang looked quickly and saw that it was Yin Guang, the eldest sister.
Gu Xuanzheng helped her get off the carriage and carried her to the four-wheeler. He couldn't help but comfort her: "Don't worry, don't worry, His Highness is back."
She wiped her tears, ran forward in a hurry, and threw herself into the arms of her eldest sister.
The eldest sister's embrace was still as warm as before. Her plain white hands held up her face, and she wiped away her tears with distress, and choked with sobs: "I've suffered a lot."
Hearing this, Yin Shang cried, smiled, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm not bitter."
Yin Guang burst into laughter and held her tightly in his arms.
…
It wasn't until he returned to the familiar palace and had a reunion dinner with his family that Yin Shang finally calmed down.
Yin Guang brought some food for her and said, "A Zhi is practicing martial arts in Mingshan. I have already sent him a message. I think he will be back tomorrow."
She nodded and said, "Azhi was still in his infancy when I left, and I don't know if he still remembers me."
Wei Shengxu smiled and said, "He looks at the portraits every year. How could he not recognize them? Don't worry."
Lin Boyu was good at painting. Every year before and after Yin Shang's birthday, she would paint a portrait of her and send it back to Qi Hui along with her family letters to express her family's longing for her.
Hearing this, Yin Shang smiled and said, "That's good."
The family here had a happy lunch. After the meal, Yin Shu thought about the news he had received a few days ago and was about to discuss something with her. Unexpectedly, as soon as he started talking, he was grabbed by Wei Shengxu, with a complaint in his tone. He said: "Ah Shang has just come back, let her rest for a while."
Yin Shang hurriedly said: "It's okay." She stood up with her mother and said: "The situation is urgent now, so it is best to discuss it as soon as possible."
Wei Shengxu felt quite distressed, grabbed her hand, touched it, and said, "Come to your father after we finish talking, and he will make some snacks for you."
Yin Shang smiled and nodded and said, "Okay."
…
The two entered the study and closed the door. Yin Shu walked to the desk, took out a document and said: "A few days ago, the eldest king of Lingzi, Zhan Lubo, returned to China. What was the first thing you did?" do you know?"
Yin Shang shook his head, took the document handed over by his mother, opened it, and heard her continue: "The first thing is to present a portrait of a person to his lustful father."
Her mind was shaken, and suspicions immediately emerged in her heart. She lowered her eyes and saw that the words in the document in her hand were clear and clearly read: He presented the portrait of Qing Jiang Yixue, the third king of Dongpei, to King Lingzi.
Yin Shu continued: "Zhan Lubo was ordered to bring back Wang Qing of Dongpei for him, but to no avail, he went directly to the king and the crown prince of Dongpei Secret Society, and he used the same method and showed them Jiang Yixue's portrait. "
Speaking of this, Rao, who has always been as serious as Yin Shu, could not help but reveal a hint of curiosity: "I would like to ask you, how amazing is he to be born? Is it possible that at the age of fifteen, he is going to overwhelm the country?" ?”
Yin Shang pursed his lips, his fingertips holding the document turned white, and said, "He... is indeed beautiful."
Yin Shu focused his eyes on her, showing a clear expression, and pointed at the document, saying: "Indeed, his appearance has become a sharp weapon, which attracted Dong Pei to pay attention to him again and sent his son to bring him back. "
Finally, she asked: "What does Zhan Lubo mean by this move? Have you figured it out?"
Meeting his mother's eyes, the doubts in Yin Shu's mind instantly dissipated like snow in a red furnace, and he said softly: "He wants to start a war."
Zhan Lubo could obviously take Jiang Yixue away from her, but he didn't do that. Instead, he notified Dong Pei to send him back.
The king of Lingzi, Zhan Lu'an, was lustful and promiscuous, so he would not let go after seeing the portrait. In addition, Dongpei was the Dingzhou Linguo, and Dingzhou sucked his blood, so his national strength and military strength were also weak.
Once King Lingzi has the intention to start a war, Zhan Lubo can join the Dingzhou melee starting from Dongpei.
"Yes," Yin Shu nodded happily when he saw that she understood everything, and continued: "Where is your back-up plan? What is it?"
Hearing this, Yin Shang smiled and asked, "How does mother know that I have a back-up plan?"
Yin Shu smiled and said nothing, still looking at her with eyes that seemed to see through everything.
Seeing this, she suppressed her smile, her voice became more serious, and said, "Okay." She put down the paperwork, walked to the map of Dingzhou in the corner of the study room, and said, "Dingzhou is in a melee. No matter who wins or loses, the rest will remain." The fourteen countries have all begun to intend to annex. Under such circumstances, they must first find allies, among which..."
Yin Shang's deep voice sounded intermittently in the room, and she explained the layout and plan that she had already understood. However, the leader of the country only stood behind her with a smile, watching her guide the country and help her save the world. Will lean.
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Jiang Yixue entered Jingsu, the capital of Dongpei, at dusk on the third day and returned to the palace.
Along the way, he had the idea of escape countless times, but Yin Shang's words kept him back - she said she would come to him, what if she came and couldn't find him?
But even with this idea to support him, when he faced the familiar palace gate again, he still felt fear.
The vermilion gilded palace door, the huge pillars engraved with countless inscriptions, the jade and gold bricks that can be seen... The jade carvings carved with complex patterns at the feet of Chibi were once covered with his mother's blood.
He didn't dare to look anymore, he lowered his eyes, stepped on the jade steps step by step, and entered the palace door that was opened to him for the first time amidst the singing of the palace people.
The hall is warm as spring and filled with fragrance.
His nominal father Jiang Mingwu and Queen Ning Zongmin were sitting on the throne, looking down at him.
Jiang Yiyu, who came in with him, sat at the bottom of the row on the left, with their half-brothers and sisters sitting next to him. On the right were Jiang Mingwu's confidants, also sitting neatly in a row.
He was the only one standing in the middle, being looked at by them with different eyes, like a commodity waiting to be sold.
Jiang Mingwu was over forty years old, but he still had a handsome face and a tall figure. He did not show a trace of father-son affection to the son he had not seen for eight years, and only said softly: "Raise your head."
Jiang Yixue raised her head silently and looked at him without fear.
Jiang Mingwu saw his face clearly, his eyes instantly became subtle, and he smiled and said, "It's actually a bit more outstanding than the portrait."
Ning Zongmin also showed a smile and said warmly to him: "Good boy, you must be exhausted along the way. This banquet is for you to wash away the wind and dust. Come and take a seat."
She waved her hand gently, indicating a position beside Jiang Yiqiong.
Hearing this, Jiang Yixue raised her arms to salute and said softly: "Yes." She stood up, walked, and sat down, and there was no fault in her words and deeds.
The people on the left are all relatives of the royal family.
In addition to Jiang Yixue, King Dongpei has two sons and two daughters. The youngest son is named Jiang Yihu. She is sitting next to her mother at this time, looking at him with a pair of big round eyes. Sitting on his right are Wang Jijiang Yiheng, who was originally on the third line, and Jijiang Yiqiong, the eldest king.
His nominal brothers and sisters were all staring at him with different expressions at this moment, without any concealment.
He remained motionless, just sitting calmly, his eyes fixed on the empty point on the table in front of him, thinking: What is Yin Shang doing now?
It has been three days since the two separated.
It has been eight years since the first day of the meditation week.
In the past eight years, although they did not talk to each other every day, they did see each other every day. This was the first time that they had not seen her for so long.
He misses her so much...
As soon as he missed him, he couldn't help but fall in, and began to miss her face, her voice, her warm embrace, the temperature of her lips...
Thinking about every word she said and every smile she showed to him.
Think of what she said at the end: I promise.
He chewed it repeatedly until his whole body sank.
He misses her so much, misses her so much, misses her so much, misses her so much...
…
In his ears were the noisy strings of silk and bamboo, and the sound of changing cups and glasses. Amidst the bustle of people, he missed his only sweetheart.
…
After the banquet, Ning Zongmin rearranged the palace and attendants for him. It was located in the northwest corner of the palace and was called Mingxue Pavilion.
His attitude towards all this was extremely indifferent, because he knew that Jiang Mingwu would not be nice to him for no reason, and brought him back to Dongpei just because he had value to him.
These splendid clothes, exquisite delicacies... are all the prices he has marked for himself.
But he didn't care. After entering the palace, he summoned a chief prisoner and asked, "Where is my mother buried?"
Hearing this, the chief eunuch was a little flustered and said: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, how could your servant know about such a thing?"
In order to send him away, Jiang Mingwu killed his mother mercilessly, saying that as long as he obeyed and went to Dingzhou, his mother would be buried in peace, otherwise, his body would be whipped and exposed to the sun, leaving her dead without a complete body.
However, before he could watch his mother being buried with his own eyes, he was already in Dingzhou.
Jiang Yixue rested her chin with one hand, her eyes heavy, and the candlelight on the table reflected his delicate outline. It was as bright as the spring dawn, but it made people feel a trembling chill.
He was not angry, he just smiled lightly and said softly: "Since you don't know, it's of no use. Just choose a way to die."
The eunuch's eyes widened, he fell down in horror, and said repeatedly: "Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, please spare your life!" He swallowed and said with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, you really, really don't know."
"Don't think that I have forgotten you," Jiang Yixue suppressed her smile and her expression became cold. She looked at him and said in a deep voice: "When my mother died, you were at the entrance of the palace, but at that time you He was probably a waiter, but now?"
"You must know that I am no longer the child I used to be, and Jiang Mingwu will not care about the life of an attendant."
The eunuch's expression became miserable as he spoke every word, and after a long while he said in horror: "I, I... I heard, I heard that he was left in the palace... not, buried, already... It has been blocked for many years.”
Hearing this, the faint suspicion in Jiang Yixue's heart was also verified, and the big stone that had been blocked in Jiang Yixue's heart for many years finally rolled away.
Rage and murderous intent surged up, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably.
...He just knows, he just knows!
He shouldn't have any expectations for Jiang Mingwu.
