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"But Your Highness said …" Yi Jian scratched his head, puzzled.

He Lan Xue confidently asked Yi Jian, "My wife likes me, right?"

"Right."

"I like my lover too, don't I?"

"..." "Right."

"Then won't she suffer a loss if she stays with me?"

"..." "He won't suffer a loss."

"Then that's it." He Lan Xue arrogantly came up with an answer. She then continued to smile as she looked at her lover, who made the bed for her and acted as a servant girl.

"But the prince told her that when her right hand recovers, she'll …" Yi Jian was an honest man, but he still felt that cheating was very immoral.

"Could it be that someone as foolish as Yan Han is waiting for his orders?" He Lan Xue rolled her eyes and said with an evil face, "Even if I have to deceive her, I must first trick her to leave."

The difference between He Lan Xue and Yan Han was that — — Yan Han had always wanted to openly obtain his lover, but He Lan Xue wasn't. As long as he could clearly understand his heart, she would ignore everything and even play a little tricks. Not at all.

In his personality, there was always the determination of a gambler.

"But what if the wangfei mentions' Your Highness' in the future and asks for it?" Yi Jian asked again with concern.

He Lan Xue's smile disappeared and she was silent for a while. Then she smiled and said, "Yi Jian, do you think my right hand can recover?"

Those who could not hold the sword could never truly recover from it.

So he had not deceived her.

Not far away, her lover, who was tossing and turning the bedding, suddenly sneezed. She rubbed her nose blankly, not realizing that she had been tricked by a big fox.

Perhaps his calculations would last him a lifetime.

"My beloved, my beloved!"

In the small town near the imperial court, a call that could be called picking a fight rang out early in the morning at the Heavenly Character Inn in the east of the city.

His wife abruptly opened her eyes and rubbed her eyes with her fists. She rubbed them for a long time before finally regaining her senses.

"My beloved!"

They could not stop shouting.

She stared at the ceiling for half a day in silence, then sighed and reluctantly got out of bed.

Ji ji ji, he finally made it to the door of the room next to him — the cries inside were still full of energy.

She was speechless as she opened the door. Unsurprisingly, she saw He Lan Xue lying on the bed, looking at her with a smile.

There was a pile of clothes scattered by the bed for today: a vest, a gown, a belt.

Her lover had not known that it would be so troublesome for a man to dress. It was even more trivial than a woman.

"It's been hard on you again today." He smiled, but it was not a smile filled with guilt.

Her lover, half asleep, walked to the bedside, picked up the waistcoat from the bed, and said, "Stand up."

Thus, Hera Xue stood up from the bed and spread her hands, looking like she was waiting to be slaughtered.

As a result, she began to dress him clumsily.

It took him a long time to put on his gown, but he suddenly realized that he had forgotten to put on his vest.

He took it off and put it back on.

After putting on his vest with great difficulty, he discovered that he was in the wrong.

Therefore …

Take it off and start again.

He Lan Xue was wearing a set of white clothes and pants. Her face didn't show the slightest impatience. She allowed herself to be tossed around as if she was in high spirits.

When she was finally fully dressed, she breathed a sigh of relief and tilted her head to look at his hair.

— It was hard to comb a man's hair.

After studying herself for a while, she finally decided to end the matter once and for all. She turned around and went back to her room, eagerly bringing out a pair of scissors.

If she could, she would have shaved all her hair for him.

He Lan Xue was scared out of her wits and quickly gave up the idea of playing tricks on her. She waved her hand and said: "It's better if Yi Jian comes."

As if she was pardoned from amnesty, she staggered back to catch up on her sleep.

When she reached the carriage, she was still drowsy. Always lack of sleep.

Houlan snickered. Seeing that her lover was about to fall asleep, he directed her to grab it. It was simply — rather excessive.

Yi Jian was speechless.

However, aside from the matter of her lover, He Lan Xue's expression was also solemn.

Their journey was actually not slow at all. They had to travel for nearly nine hours every day. When they arrived at the inn, they would only be able to quickly wash up and take a short nap — that was one of the reasons why her lack of sleep was so serious.

News about the capital flooded in like snowflakes. The empress dowager's illness seemed to increase day by day. Even He Lan Qin, who was stationed at the border, was hastily recalled by He Lan Chun.

It is said that the House of the Interior has begun to collect white silk to prepare for the funeral.

Nearby.

Perhaps the information from the past was just a vague explanation. The closer they got to the imperial court, the more He Lan Xue felt deeply: the old man who was about to die was her mother.

A mother who had never hugged or doted on him, yet was pregnant in October and had given birth to him.

He wanted to return home as soon as possible, and his steps were also getting faster and faster.

On the tenth day, the distant walls of the capital could already be seen.

However, Houlan Xue's carriage suddenly came to a halt.

Yi Jian pulled back the reins, turned around and asked Shen Hailan: "Mr Feng said that we shouldn't rush into the palace after entering the city. It would be best to wait for him to come and discuss before making any plans."

"Where is mister Feng now?" He Lan Xue asked.

"He and Miss Feng Qi have matters to attend to first. He left a message for us to stay at Penglai Inn for the time being. If he arrives, he'll stay there too. At that time, we'll meet in the main hall." Yi Jian replied.

"..." I'm afraid the news of Xia Yu's and Leng Yan's marriages has already reached the imperial government in the past few days. " He Lan Xue pondered for a moment, then waved her hand and said, "No matter what, let's enter the city."

Yi Jian raised his whip again, the wheels clanging as they rolled along the road.

She opened her eyes in a daze, lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and looked out. The distant view was vaguely familiar, but it was a little strange in the early morning mist.

"I've returned to the capital, lover." He Lan Xue slightly smiled. When her smile reached the corner of her eyes, there was a trace of charm.

"The capital …" Her heart was suddenly filled with mixed feelings as she stared at the city gate which was getting closer and closer.

How strange that she was back again.

"Do you want to go home?" Her family was the richest family in the kingdom. Her sister was the most favored imperial concubine in the dynasty, and she was once a daughter of one of the strongest families in the capital, a wangfei. Furthermore, she had experienced her first love here, and had fallen in love with Pei Ruochen.

It had only been half a year, yet he suddenly realized that it seemed like so many years had passed.

— So his state of mind was already so different.

"Go home …" Her lover pretended to think for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's also possible."

Actually, she was quite willing to see Pei Ruochen again, ever since the day they parted ways in the tomb, it had been a long time since they had last seen each other.

Is he all right?

Her lover would still miss him.

"Do you wish to meet Ruochen?" He Lan Xue seemed to see through her thoughts. She walked behind her back, hugged her shoulders, and put her chin under her ear as she whispered.

The girl didn't hide it and just answered with a soft 'yea'.

Strangely enough, when He Lan Xue heard it, she didn't feel it was too harsh. She just thought that she should have seen it.

However, he should have gone with her to see Ruochen.

He didn't know when, but he had a firm grasp on her.

When the carriage reached the city gate, Yi Jian reported everything in a low voice and pulled up his hood. He Lan Xue then let go of her and pulled her back to her seat. As expected, after a short while, a soldier's voice could be heard from the city gate, "Who are you? Right now, the entire city is under martial law. All unrelated people, do not casually enter the city! "

Yi Jian was about to answer as a matter of fact. However, He Lan Xue pulled open the curtain and shouted in surprise, "Right hand!"

The soldier raised his head doubtfully, and then immediately rejoiced. "Ah Xue …" "No, Xiao Yao …" He glanced around cautiously: seeing that his other colleagues were all asking questions, and that no one was paying any attention to him, he was relieved. He took a few steps towards the carriage, just in time to block their line of sight, and looked at Helene with a silly smile, but he did not know how to address her.

"You should just call me A Xue." He Lan Xue smiled and said, "I'm still the same A'Xue from before."

Xiao He grinned and rubbed his head. "I didn't know your identity before, but now I know …"

"With my current identity as a fugitive, does Little Right plan on capturing me?" He Lan Xue suddenly asked with a stern face.

Xiao He quickly waved his hand, and his honest face showed a burst of fear: "Of course I won't betray you A Xue."

She smiled like a white fox and said, "Therefore, we will always be good brothers. Don't worry about those random things." Pausing for a moment, He Lan Xue curiously asked, "Aren't you in Suiyuan? "Why did you come to the capital again?"

"It was recommended by General Qin." Little Right replied embarrassedly, "I sent the Tiger Tally back last time. The Great General felt that I was loyal and that's why he recommended me to be a soldier in the capital. Now, I'm a contestant in Tianjing."

Only then did He Lan Xue begin to size up his attire. It was a light black armor with a silver feather sticking out from the iron brim of his hat. It was indeed the symbol of Tianjing City's defense army general.

"Not bad, I got promoted." He Lan Xue patted his shoulder and excitedly asked, "What about Little Zuo? Is he in Suiyuan or? "

"He is right next to the general. Little Zuo is now the general's personal follower." Little Right had a face full of pride.

He Lan Qin was the wedding of the entire army of the Sky Dynasty. The soldiers of the Sky Dynasty had always regarded He Lan Xin as their god. His prestige was even higher than He Lan Chun's.

To Little Right, becoming He Lan Qin's personal follower was even more honorable than becoming a general in this important location.

He Lan Xue was smiling, but in her heart, she felt like laughing: He Lan Qin was still playing this sort of game.

He took in Little Zuo at his side and instructed Little Right to be a border guard officer, obviously to insert a reliable member of his own into the border guard.

But he didn't know what He Lan Qin wanted.

"Has the prince returned because of the empress dowager's illness?" Lil 'Ri was simple and scheming, but he didn't have He Lan Xue's complicated thoughts. Yin Yin asked again.