A special forces soldier traveled through time and space to become a genius of literature and martia

"Your son pays his respects to mother." In Yikun Palace, Prince Rui respectfully paid his respects to the Imperial Concubine.

The Imperial Concubine gently raised her hand, motioning Prince Rui to stand up, and said softly, "Ye'er, get up quickly."

"Thank you, mother." Prince Rui stood up as he was told, his posture as straight as a pine tree.

The imperial concubine looked at her son, who was full of vigor and vitality. Her brows revealed a natural aura of an emperor, and her eyes were full of satisfaction and pride. Her gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the years and see his future glory as the ruler of the world.

"Ye'er, is there any news from the southwest?" the imperial concubine asked with concern.

Prince Rui's expression slightly calmed down, and he replied, "My mother, there is no news coming back from the southwest yet. I have already sent someone to check."

"Is there any movement from Murong Xuanyi's side?" the Imperial Concubine asked.

"My mother," Prince Rui said solemnly, "As far as I know, his chief guard is no longer in the capital. His exact whereabouts are still unknown. I am stepping up my investigation."

"Your Majesty, I issued an edict for your uncle to return to the capital to report, but your uncle claimed illness and disobeyed the order. Your Majesty was not angry at all. This is very abnormal. Moreover, Murong Xuanyi's chief guard is not in the capital. Putting these two things together, I'm afraid that there will be big moves in the southwest. Your uncle must be careful." The Imperial Concubine gently stroked the exquisite teacup in her hand, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes.

Prince Rui nodded, his expression solemn: "I think so too, and the letters I sent to my uncle have not received a reply, so I sent out the most elite spies, and I believe that news will be reported soon."

"As long as your uncle can successfully join forces with the Western Qiang Kingdom, the southwest will surely fall into chaos." The Royal Concubine's words were full of determination and ruthlessness. "Then it will be time for us to make great plans. When we succeed, we will make your uncle the King of the Southwest. Your father obviously has no intention of making you the crown prince, so we have to fight for it ourselves."

Prince Rui was filled with excitement. He clenched his fists and looked determined: "Mother, you are right. I will not disappoint you. I have secretly contacted many important officials in the court. They all support me. When the time comes, I will ascend the throne and become the emperor, and you will be honored as the queen mother."

The Imperial Concubine smiled with relief. She gently stroked the face of Prince Rui and said, "Ye'er, I have lived my whole life for you. As long as you can ascend to that high position, I will be able to die with a smile on my face."

A warm current surged in the heart of Prince Rui. He held the Royal Concubine's hand tightly and said, "Mother, please don't say that. I will make sure that you live a long life and enjoy the happiness of family life."

When the Imperial Concubine heard this, her eyes slightly reddened, but she still tried hard not to let the tears fall. She took a deep breath and said, "Ye'er, mother knows your filial piety. But mother knows better that in this palace, power and status are the most important.

The road to becoming an emperor is full of thorns. If you are not careful, you may be doomed. You must be careful. At the same time, you must be more wary of Murong Xuanyi, who is a great threat to you. "The Imperial Concubine warned.

Prince Rui nodded solemnly and said, "Don't worry, mother. I know what's going on. Although Murong Xuanyi is a strong enemy, I have already secretly deployed many chess pieces. When the time comes, I will be able to completely eliminate him."

The Imperial Concubine nodded slightly, her eyes full of expectation: "Ye'er, you have always been steady in doing things, and your mother is relieved. But the situation in this palace is complicated, and people's hearts are hard to predict. You must be careful in everything and must not take it lightly."

Prince Rui replied, "I understand. I will be careful with my words and actions and not give anyone any handle. Mother, please take care of your health. When I ascend to that high position, I will make sure you enjoy all the glory and wealth in the world."

The Imperial Concubine gently patted the back of Prince Rui's hand and said, "Okay, Ye'er, mother believes in you. You still need to pay more attention to your uncle. As long as he can successfully join forces with the Western Qiang Kingdom, our plan will be half successful."

Prince Rui responded, "I know. I have sent my most capable men to assist my uncle, and I believe good news will come soon."

The Imperial Concubine nodded slightly, her son would definitely achieve great things.

At night, in the Duke's Mansion, after the two maids had made the bed in the new room and spread the white Yuanpa, they respectfully said to Song Yanshu and Qin Zhichu, "Duke, Madam, it's getting late, please go to bed early. Her Royal Highness the Princess has specifically asked that you two can complete the marriage consummation ceremony smoothly tonight."

Song Yanshu, who was listening nearby, blushed and felt helpless. "Thank you for your concern, both maids. We will follow mother's instructions."

After the two maids left, there were only two people left in the room, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Neither of them knew how to start.

Qin Zhichu also blushed at these sudden words.

He glanced at Song Yanshu, who also had a red face, and said, "Don't worry, I have a way." After that, he walked to the knife rack and took out a dagger.

"But I'm afraid of pain. Can I cut your finger?" Qin Zhichu handed the dagger to Song Yanshu with a hint of shyness in his eyes.

Song Yanshu took the dagger in front of him, and under the dim candlelight, he used the dagger to cut a deep cut on his finger, letting the blood slowly drip onto the flawless white Yuanpa. In a moment, the drops of blood gathered, like a blooming plum blossom, blooming on the Yuanpa.

Qin Zhichu saw this and grabbed his hand, his eyes full of heartache. "Why are you so stupid? There's no need for such a big cut."

Song Yanshu looked at Qin Zhichu's anxious expression, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. "It's a small matter for a real man to be injured."

Qin Zhichu rolled her eyes at him and said angrily, "Aren't men made of flesh and blood?" She quickly took out her handkerchief from her bosom and carefully bandaged his wound.

Song Yanshu just watched Qin Zhichu bandage his wound quietly without saying anything. Qin Zhichu felt a little embarrassed by being looked at, and whispered: "Okay, don't touch water for two days. I... I'll go wash up first."

After that, she hurried to the washroom. Song Yanshu looked at Qin Zhichu's departing back, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. After a moment, he also stood up and walked towards the inner room.

When both of them finished washing up and lay back on the bed, the atmosphere became a little awkward again.

Qin Zhichu secretly glanced at Song Yanshu beside him, and saw him lying flat on his back, his eyes seemingly staring at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Um...are you asleep?" Qin Zhichu finally couldn't help it and asked softly.

Song Yanshu turned his head and looked at Qin Zhichu, "Not yet."

"Then... let's chat." Qin Zhichu suggested.

Song Yanshu nodded slightly to show his agreement.

"Duke, what do you like to do in your daily life?" Qin Zhichu asked curiously.

"I like reading books and studying military strategies," Song Yanshu replied.

"Well, that's great. I usually like playing the piano, painting, and reading books, especially those about historical records and stories about heroes." Qin Zhichu said.

"Oh? It seems that Miss Qin is a very insightful woman." A hint of admiration flashed in Song Yanshu's eyes.

Qin Zhichu felt a little embarrassed by the compliment, and pursed his lips and said, "No, I just had nothing to do, so I just took a look."

"But my favorite is embroidery." Qin Zhichu continued.

"Embroidery? You can embroider?" Song Yanshu was a little surprised. After all, she had been in the court for many years, and he always thought she was a woman who was not particular about details and had a generous temperament.

"Of course, I have been very good at needlework since I was young!" Qin Zhichu said with a little pride.

The two chatted back and forth like this, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

Before he knew it, he felt sleepy and yawned.

"Are you sleepy?" Song Yanshu asked with concern.

"A little..." Qin Zhichu rubbed his eyes.

"Then go to bed early." Song Yanshu said gently.

"Okay...good night." Qin Zhichu closed his eyes.

Song Yanshu glanced at Qin Zhichu's peaceful face. He gently pulled the quilt over her and covered her. Then he lay down and closed his eyes.

As the night deepened, the room was silent except for the sounds of their breathing.