General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming

The secret guard was speechless.

So was Princess Hui An.

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!!

After Wei Ting left the palace, Princess Hui An returned to Qi Xiang Palace with grievances.

She threw herself into Consort Xian’s arms and said with tears in her beautiful eyes, “Mother… Father is too much…”

Consort Xian hugged her delicate daughter and asked in amusement, “How did your father go overboard?”

In the entire world, only Princess Hui An dared to criticize the emperor like this. How could other princes and princesses say anything about the emperor?

But the emperor happened to dote on Hui An…

Princess Hui An said aggrievedly, “Brother Xichao has returned to the capital. I saw him in the palace just now… but he hasn’t renounced asceticism…”

In Hui An’s opinion, it must be his father who did not let Wei Ting renounce asceticism.

She could not bear to blame Wei Ting, so she could only blame her father.

Consort Xian’s expression lightened. “I thought it was something important.”

Princess Hui An straightened up and looked at Consort Xian with a hurt expression. “Isn’t this important?”

Consort Xian smiled perfunctorily. “Yes, yes. When your father comes over later, I’ll plead for you and ask your father to exempt Wei Ting from becoming a monk.”

Princess Hui An snorted. “That’s more like it!”

She went to play happily again.

Consort Xian asked, “Where are you going in this rain?”

Princess Hui An raised her chin and said, “I’m going to find Jingning!”

She wanted to bully Jingning!

Consort Xian had a headache. When had she ever taken advantage of Jingning?

Jingning’s birth characters were good, and His Majesty was already considering conferring her as the royal princess with national guardianship.

Anything that was related to the word “national guardian” was extraordinary.

No matter how her daughter was doted on, she was just a doted princess.

Jingning was different. If she was really conferred the title, she would be comparable to a duke.

Consort Xian couldn’t bear to see her daughter court death in front of Jingning again and again. She said to her daughter, “Stop it. Your third brother is coming back soon.”

…

It was raining heavily in the capital. Far south, in Feng County, it was also drizzling.

Young Master Xiang… should be called Xiao Zhonghua now.

He was wearing a silver-gray cloak and standing under the corridor of the courier station.

His left arm was injured, and the bandage could be vaguely seen.

Jing Yi walked over from the rain with a long sword in his hand.

His blade dripped with blood and flowed all the way.

“Are you injured?” Xiao Zhonghua asked.

“No,” Jing Yi said.

Xiao Zhonghua handed him a clean handkerchief.

Jing Yi did not use it to wipe his face. Instead, he used it to wipe his sword.

The sword was more important than the face.

Xiao Zhonghua asked calmly, “How many waves of assassins were there?”

“Thirteen,” Jing Yi replied.

Xiao Zhonghua touched the wound on his arm. “How ruthless…”

Jing Yi said nothing.

He knew that the youngest son of the Wei family was ruthless, but he did not expect him to be so ruthless.

“I didn’t expect it either. I underestimated him in the past.” Xiao Zhonghua smiled faintly. “If you hadn’t stood in front of me last night, I wouldn’t have only injured my arm. I might have died.”

That sword had gone straight for Xiao Zhonghua’s heart. Jing Yi used his body as a shield, and the other party changed his move at the last minute. In the end, he only scratched Xiao Zhonghua’s arm.

Xiao Zhonghua said casually, “Wei Ting’s assassin doesn’t seem to want to hurt you.”

Jing Yi frowned. “Cousin…”

Xiao Zhonghua raised his hand. “There’s no need to explain. I know very well what Wei Ting is up to. He wants to sow discord between us and make me misunderstand that you have a private relationship with him. Jing Yi, I’ve said it before. You’re the person I trust the most. I won’t doubt you.”

Jing Yi pondered and said, “I really don’t know why his people didn’t kill me.”

Xiao Zhonghua smiled. “It’s just a small trick. I won’t fall for it. Don’t take it to heart.”

When Wei Ting came out of the palace, the rain was a little lighter.

He got into the carriage.

The secret guard said, “Young Master, are you going back to the Wei family?”

Wei Ting said coldly, “Have I not settled the score with you for what you said to Grandmother?”

...

The secret guard grabbed the reins. “Aiya, it’s so late. The Wei family’s door must be closed. Let’s go to Pear Blossom Lane!”

When the carriage entered Pear Blossom Lane, an unfamiliar man in a raincoat and a bamboo hat came out. He had a long sword at his waist.

He had covered himself tightly, but how observant was Wei Ting?

He glanced at the emblem on his sword.

Someone from the Protector Duke’s Estate?

—-

At the Protector Duke’s Estate.

Qin Che was not sleepy at all.

The kitchen had stewed tonic soup, but he could not even drink a mouthful.