Mu Mingtang blushed before she quickly got out of Xie Xuanchen’s arms and stood up quickly. Now no longer holding onto her, he asked with a different expression, “Why are you hiding?”
Mu Mingtang was embarrassed, “There are still people watching.”
“Why should you care?” Xie Xuanchen still stepped forward to hold Mu Mingtang’s hand, but his other hand was naturally placed to protect her back, “The court celebration is not continuing, so I will send you back home .”
“How about you?”
“I’ll come back later. I can only rest assured as long as I send you back properly.”
Unknowingly, the gate of the Fuqing Palace was already full of people. Jiang Mingwei and many female relatives watched Mu Mingtang rush towards Xie Xuanchen. Xie Xuanchen had caught her as she leaped across the steps without even looking at anyone else. He just came here to protect Mu Mingtang and left. Judging from the direction they were heading, they should be leaving the palace.
With chaos erupting in the Fuqing Palace, only Xie Xuanchen came to pick up his wife immediately before personally escorting her home.
With Xie Xuanchen around, no one dared to stop them along the way as they got into the carriage smoothly. Because he was worried that Mu Mingtang would be afraid, Xie Xuanchen abandoned his horse and made a special trip to accompany her.
Mu Mingtang did feel a lot more at ease, so she asked about Beirong’s affairs, “Is the state at the border serious?”
“We lost Suicheng, but the north is an important place for military defence. The three defence lines in Zhongshan, Hejian and Taiyuan to the south of Suicheng are still there. As long as these three defence lines are in place, the capital will be fine. However, it is true that there will be a period of unrest for a while.”
Mu Mingtang was somewhat relieved that the capital was at least free from harm for now. Looking at Jiang Mingwei’s expression just now, she thought that the capital was about to fall too.
Mu Mingtang asked, “How many troops did Beirong send?”
“I don’t know the strength of the army for the time being,” Xie Xuanchen said before he suddenly thought of something and smiled meaningfully, “But I know the leader of the army. Speaking of which, he is an acquaintance.”
Mu Mingtang was surprised as she guessed in a flash, “Ye Luyan?”
“That’s right,” Xie Xuanchen nodded lightly and the smile on his lips seemed almost mocking, “He was the one who spied on the news on the Shangyuan Festival, the one who negotiated the peace and now, he is the one who attacked the border. The Ye-Rong peace agreement was a joke from the start.”
Mu Mingtang also sighed helplessly. Not long ago, the Ye Dynasty officials swore that they ‘had a peace agreement’, but in the eyes of Beirong soldiers, this agreement was a piece of waste paper from the beginning.
Thanks to the Emperor and the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty who tried their best to negotiate a ‘peace treaty’, they nearly sold off a lot of their currency as tribute fees. At this point, only heaven knows if they regretted their decisions.
Mu Mingtang didn’t know if the Emperor would regret, but she knew that he had definitely ruined a good portion of his reputation with his decision.
Mu Mingtang blushed before she quickly got out of Xie Xuanchen’s arms and stood up quickly. Now no longer holding onto her, he asked with a different expression, “Why are you hiding?”
Mu Mingtang was embarrassed, “There are still people watching.”
“Why should you care?” Xie Xuanchen still stepped forward to hold Mu Mingtang’s hand, but his other hand was naturally placed to protect her back, “The court celebration is not continuing, so I will send you back home .”
“How about you?”
“I’ll come back later. I can only rest assured as long as I send you back properly.”
Unknowingly, the gate of the Fuqing Palace was already full of people. Jiang Mingwei and many female relatives watched Mu Mingtang rush towards Xie Xuanchen. Xie Xuanchen had caught her as she leaped across the steps without even looking at anyone else. He just came here to protect Mu Mingtang and left. Judging from the direction they were heading, they should be leaving the palace.
With chaos erupting in the Fuqing Palace, only Xie Xuanchen came to pick up his wife immediately before personally escorting her home.
With Xie Xuanchen around, no one dared to stop them along the way as they got into the carriage smoothly. Because he was worried that Mu Mingtang would be afraid, Xie Xuanchen abandoned his horse and made a special trip to accompany her.
Mu Mingtang did feel a lot more at ease, so she asked about Beirong’s affairs, “Is the state at the border serious?”
“We lost Suicheng, but the north is an important place for military defence. The three defence lines in Zhongshan, Hejian and Taiyuan to the south of Suicheng are still there. As long as these three defence lines are in place, the capital will be fine. However, it is true that there will be a period of unrest for a while.”
Mu Mingtang was somewhat relieved that the capital was at least free from harm for now. Looking at Jiang Mingwei’s expression just now, she thought that the capital was about to fall too.
Mu Mingtang asked, “How many troops did Beirong send?”
“I don’t know the strength of the army for the time being,” Xie Xuanchen said before he suddenly thought of something and smiled meaningfully, “But I know the leader of the army. Speaking of which, he is an acquaintance.”
Mu Mingtang was surprised as she guessed in a flash, “Ye Luyan?”
“That’s right,” Xie Xuanchen nodded lightly and the smile on his lips seemed almost mocking, “He was the one who spied on the news on the Shangyuan Festival, the one who negotiated the peace and now, he is the one who attacked the border. The Ye-Rong peace agreement was a joke from the start.”
Mu Mingtang also sighed helplessly. Not long ago, the Ye Dynasty officials swore that they ‘had a peace agreement’, but in the eyes of Beirong soldiers, this agreement was a piece of waste paper from the beginning.
Thanks to the Emperor and the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty who tried their best to negotiate a ‘peace treaty’, they nearly sold off a lot of their currency as tribute fees. At this point, only heaven knows if they regretted their decisions.
Mu Mingtang didn’t know if the Emperor would regret, but she knew that he had definitely ruined a good portion of his reputation with his decision.
