Remarry 9,000 Years Old

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, there was another heavy snowfall in the capital, and along with the snow came good news from the border.

The Ninth Prince finally recovered the lost territory and reached an agreement with the Tartars. He is now leading his army to the capital, accompanied by a Tartar envoy who claims to be on a pilgrimage.

There is something obviously fishy about this matter.

The two armies had been fighting for several days and were at a stalemate. The Ninth Prince even sent an urgent letter to the capital asking for food and fodder.

How was it possible that they had won a complete victory in just a few days and even brought the enemy's envoys to the capital?

Moreover, it was not suitable to march as the roads were blocked by heavy snow, and long-distance travel was a big taboo. It was not like they were rushing back to celebrate the New Year, so such a hasty move was undoubtedly too abnormal.

Yanyun Guard was the first to receive the letter. Prince Cheng knew that his daughter was concerned about this, so he immediately sent someone to deliver it to Ning Mansion.

Shen Nanqiao read the secret report several times before folding it and putting it in his hand.

"Is your husband back?"

Nanny Liu stepped forward immediately.

"The governor just came back and went straight to the study room without anyone following him. He hasn't come out yet."

Shen Nanqiao glanced out the window and saw that it was getting dark. It was time for dinner. Why was he staying in the study instead of going back to his bedroom?

As he thought about it, he picked up his cloak and put it on, then opened the door and went out.

The door of the small study was ajar, and Shen Nanqiao pushed it open without any effort. As soon as she stepped in, she smelled a faint smell of blood in the air.

A feeling of genuine fear swept through my body. I didn't care about anything else and rushed in, holding up my skirt.

There was a dark blue jacket on the ground, which was faintly dark in color. Her heart tightened even more, and she strode behind the screen without even thinking.

But what he found was Ning Su sitting in the bathtub taking a bath.

It was dim, and candles had been lit in the house, illuminating his cold white chest. His delicate and handsome face was hidden in the dim light, making him look even more charming and compelling.

But this face, which had always attracted Shen Nanqiao's attention, was not within her focus at this moment.

"What's wrong with your shoulder?"

Ning Su looked up at her. The little girl was standing at the door with a stern face, her eyes fixed on his shoulder, as if she was going to pounce on him at the next moment.

"Nothing serious."

In fact, he had heard it since she pushed the door open. He originally wanted to put on his clothes and hide, but the pink ball was too fast and rushed in without even asking a question.

"Do you think I'm blind? With such a big wound, you tell me it's okay?"

The expected scene of covering eyes and hiding away in panic did not happen. Instead, the pink ball walked straight towards the bathtub with a look as if facing a great enemy.

Now the one who was panicking became Ning Su.

He was visibly getting nervous, but he still had to stay calm.

"I told you it's nothing serious." The factory official, who was always calm and composed in front of others, cleared his throat, trying to hide his confusion at that moment, "You go out first, I'll change my clothes."

Shen Nanqiao stood next to the bathtub. Because the light was dim, she had to bend down to find out what was going on.

Ning Su immediately retracted his arm that was casually resting on the edge of the bathtub, pulling the wound in the process, and the knife wound that had not been sealed began to bleed again.

Shen Nanqiao was panicked now, and tried frantically to stop the bleeding, but he had nothing to use.

In a hurry, she wanted to go to the cubicle to find clean cotton cloth, but accidentally stepped on the water that had just overflowed. She was about to fall to the ground, but a strong arm pulled her in time, and a helpless voice immediately fell into her ears.

"Can you be more careful?"

Shen Nanqiao subconsciously looked up along the arm and saw that it was the side that had just been injured. Suddenly, his whole brain went numb.

She quickly climbed onto the edge of the tub and stood up.

"I'll ask Madam Liu to get the palace doctor right away."

Ning Su quickly stopped the person who was about to run away. He had an injured shoulder, and the previous pull was already strenuous, and this further pull made the wound even more severe.

"Don't make any noise."

Shen Nanqiao clearly heard him groan, and when he looked up, he saw fine beads of cold sweat oozing from the tip of his nose. He couldn't tell whether it was caused by moisture or pain.

"Are you okay?" She stopped immediately, at a loss as to what to do, totally unlike her usual calm demeanor. "What should I do now?"

Ning Su saw that the little girl's eyes were red and she was about to cry, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"There are clean cotton cloth and gold wound medicine outside. Wait for me to get dressed and go out, and then you can help me bandage it."

Shen Nanqiao nodded repeatedly, but still stood there staring at him blankly, as if he would disappear if he glanced at her.

Ning Su sighed.

"Go out first so I can change my clothes."

Shen Nanqiao then realized that he was still in the bathtub, so he quickly turned his back but kept talking.

"How did you get hurt like this? Can such a big wound be exposed to water? It would be better to call a doctor to take a look."

"My injury should not be spread to others. This bucket contains medicinal herbs that promote wound healing. There is no need to call for help. I can handle it myself."

Ning Su quickly dried himself while patiently explaining everything one by one.

Shen Nanqiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. When she saw the cotton cloth and medicine bottle that Ning Su mentioned on the desk, she felt a little sad.

If I hadn't come, he would have to treat the wound himself.

"You can let me handle these things in the future." Shen Nanqiao washed his hands in the copper basin beside him, preparing to help apply the medicine later. "You are already a married man, so don't try to handle it on your own in the future."

Then she heard footsteps from behind. Ning Su, wearing a snow-white middle-length robe and with loose black hair, walked slowly towards her with an oppressive handsomeness.

"I will definitely learn to trouble you in the future." He readily took off half of his robe, revealing the wound on his shoulder.

The lights outside were bright, and Shen Nanqiao could see clearly now.

It was an obvious knife wound. The wound was very deep, the skin and flesh were turned up, and there was a black blood scab that had not yet dried on it.

"Is this knife poisonous?" Shen Nanqiao subconsciously grabbed Ning Su's robe sleeve and nervously moved closer, "Is it serious?"

"It's nothing." Ning Su glanced at the wound nonchalantly, "Apply some medicine and it will heal in a few days."

Although he said so, Shen Nanqiao still couldn't rest assured. There were few people in the world who could hurt him alone, which meant that today would definitely be a fierce battle.

"How did it become like this? Where is Liuyun? Where are those factory guards?" Shen Nanqiao carefully cleaned the area around the wound with cotton cloth, and tremblingly poured some healing medicine on it.

Seeing the white powder dissolving on the wound, her heart couldn't help but tremble.

"A spy sneaked into the East Palace. The prince had no time to hide, so I blocked it for him." Ning Su didn't even frown, and spoke lightly as if he was not the one who was injured.

Shen Nanqiao was horrified.

"There was actually an assassin who sneaked into the Eastern Palace?" Logically speaking, this should be the eunuch's fault for failing to do his duty.

Ning Su smiled slightly.

"The other party hid too deeply, and I didn't find it. It was my negligence, so this can be regarded as expiating my sins and not suffering any loss." He squinted at Shen Nanqiao, who had a heavy face, and changed the subject calmly, "You came to see me just now, what's the matter?"

Shen Nanqiao then remembered the original purpose of his visit and handed over the secret report that had been thrown aside.

"It was sent from Prince Cheng's Palace, saying that the Ninth Prince has returned in triumph and will bring the Tartar envoys back to the capital for a pilgrimage."

Ning Su read the entire article at a glance and chuckled.

"I thought that although the Ninth Prince was stubborn, he was still upright. I didn't expect that he could not resist the temptation of power."

Shen Nanqiao was not surprised.

"So you're saying that there's something fishy about this triumph?"

Ning Su put down the secret letter and reached out to put on his clothes. Shen Nanqiao hurried over to help.

"With the Tartars' military strength, there is absolutely no reason for them to be defeated so quickly, so the only possibility is that they reached some kind of agreement."

Treason?

Shen Nanqiao was startled, and his fingers accidentally slid from the sleeve of his shoulder all the way to Ning Su's chest.

The body that had just showered felt damp and cool, and Shen Nanqiao couldn't decide for a moment whether he should take his hand away.