Taking the initiative to remarry! The crazy prince is obsessed with me

Murong Xuan looked at her quietly.

After she finished speaking, he reached out and touched her head: "That's right, if a talented person cannot be used by me, then don't let him become a sword in the hands of the enemy. You also said that she has someone to rely on. If you can't kill her by yourself, what should you do?

Shen Xiyue blinked and said a little embarrassedly: "Then... I'll ask Your Highness... Your Highness is my support..."

Murong Xuan smiled, pinched her chin as if rewarding her, and said with a happy expression: "Just remember, no matter what you want to do, I will clear all obstacles for you, you don't need to worry about anything."

What he didn't say was, Shen Xiyue, as long as you are good, I am willing to be the sword in your hand, the armor that protects your heart, and keep you from worry.

Shen Xiyue's face turned slightly red. When Murong Xuan said this, she felt as if he was the moon hanging high in the sky, but was willing to run towards her.

But she was only moved for a moment, then she remembered the bloodstains all over the ship that day.

She pursed her lips, and the surging blood in her heart suddenly cooled down. She didn't want to put him in danger.

"What's wrong?" Murong Xuan noticed that something was wrong with Shen Xiyue: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Shen Xiyue shook her head: "No, I just suddenly remembered something... Your Highness, the capital is like a den of dragons and tigers now, you have to be careful about everything."

"Okay." Murong Xuan nodded: "I know."

The wheels rolled and they arrived at Shili Pavilion again. This was the place where Shen Xiyue had forced Murong Xuan to take her to the south of the Yangtze River that day.

The time has come when we have to separate.

Shen Xiyue's eyes were slightly red, she didn't even dare to look at him, and whispered: "Your Highness, I should go now."

Civil and military officials were waiting at the city gate to welcome the prince's carriage. With millions of eyes watching her, she had no choice but to leave.

Murong Xuan said, "Oh," and tapped his cheek: "Kiss me."

Shen Xiyue was already familiar with this kind of thing. She gave him a light kiss on the face, turned around, lifted the curtain, took Shuang Ye's hand, and got out of his carriage.

Mao Ping had already prepared an inconspicuous brass carriage to escort her into the city through a city gate.

In the carriage, Murong Xuan lowered his eyelashes and looked quietly at his palm.

Those were a pair of hands that had once drawn a longbow and subdued a wild horse in the military camp. From now on, he would rely on these hands to stir up the situation in the court, enter the East Palace and secure his position as the crown prince, and become his support as he promised her.

......

Shen Xiyue and the dog got off the carriage stealthily and returned to the Song Mansion.

As soon as he got off the carriage, the servant at the door jumped up excitedly and rushed in to announce: "The princess is here! The princess is here!"

"Oh, my dearest, you still remember to come back!" Aunt Wang came out quickly. Her eyes were red when she saw her. She hurriedly went to greet her: "Come back to the house quickly. It's so cold today. Why are you still wearing such thin clothes?!"

Shen Xiyue looked down at herself. She had already changed into autumn clothes on the way back to Beijing. When she got off the car just now, Shuang Ye even gave her a cape... Is this still too thin?!

The eldest cousin's wife, Yang, came out with Wang, with a dignified and gentle smile on her face: "Mother-in-law, you look so happy, slow down."

Shen Xiyue was not unfamiliar with her cousin Yang. She knew that her father was a Grand Secretary of the Hanlin Academy and that the Yang family was a scholarly family that respected etiquette and was extremely noble. Yang had been brought up to behave like the mistress of the house since she was a child.

Shen Xiyue returned to Beijing last year and lived in the Song Mansion. All her daily arrangements were made by Yang.

Although they were not close, they still respected her very much.

She nodded to Yang: "Cousin."

Yang also returned her greeting: "You are too polite, Princess. Mother-in-law is always thinking about you. You should stay for a longer time when you come back this time."

When Wang heard this, she couldn't help but say, "What are you talking about? This is Yue'er's home, she will live here for a long time!"

Yang's expression froze for a moment, then she returned to normal and said hurriedly, "Yes, yes, mother-in-law is right! More people means more fun, and we should have more people in our house. In a few days, my second brother and his wife will be back, and it will be even more lively."

Wang didn't want to listen to her mixed words, so she pulled her arm out of her hand and said, "Okay, you don't have to stay here with me. Go to the kitchen and see if dinner is ready."

Yang coughed lightly, "Yes."

Before leaving, he glanced at Shen Xiyue vaguely.

Shen Xiyue returned a friendly look. Yang was always polite in the past and had never been as sarcastic as she was today.

However, she could also understand why Yang had this attitude.

After all, she was an abandoned woman who divorced and returned home on the second day after her wedding. In the eyes of many people, she was an unlucky person. She should stay indoors on weekdays and spend the rest of her life in seclusion.

Now, not only has she entered the Song family openly, she even relies on her aunt's preference. Maybe she will continue to show off her power as a young lady in the Song family in the future... Doesn't Yang, the mistress of the family, dislike her?

A faint bitter smile appeared on Shen Xiyue's lips. She didn't want to be an eyesore, but she wanted to come and explain to her uncle and aunt in person because she was worried about her uncle and aunt leaving without saying goodbye that day.

She took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing the discomfort in her heart, and greeted her happily: "Aunt!"

"Good boy! Good boy!"

Wang raised her hand and wiped away her tears: "Hurry up and tell your aunt, you left without saying a word, have you been doing well these days?"

Shen Xiyue nodded: "I'm fine! Aunt, I was in a bad mood that day, so I suddenly ran out to relax. I'm sorry that you worried about me. It's my fault..."

Wang didn't ask any more questions, but just touched her head: "How can Yue'er be bad? Yue'er is the best!"

"Aunt favors Yue'er, so naturally she thinks Yue'er is good in every way." Shen Xiyue helped her walk to the courtyard: "But aunt, I also want to tell you that I plan to live in the Princess's Mansion in the future."

Wang got anxious again when she heard this: "What are you talking about! You are a girl..."

"I've been married and divorced, how can I still be considered a girl!" Shen Xiyue laughed:

"Aunt, think about it. If I continue to live in the mansion, when my nephews grow up and get married, the new brides will have to serve their cousin's wife and support me, their cousin. Who of the girls from good families would dare to marry into the mansion?!"

Wang frowned: "Yue'er, you think too far ahead! Your oldest nephew is only ten years old this year!"

"Not far, not far!" Shen Xiyue said seriously, "It's only about five or six years! Besides, aunt, if I live in the Princess's Mansion, I will be the Honored Consort Huayang Princess. When I meet people, I can still show off my dignity as a princess! If I live at home, I will be a cousin living under someone else's roof, and I will have to depend on others for my livelihood."

Wang waved her hands and said, "Don't talk about that, don't talk about that... Your mother wrote a letter, and your aunt will show it to you."