Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

The warm palm warmed the cold hairpin. Jiang Lige slowly came back to his senses after noticing this. He called out in a daze:

"Xingrong..."

"Ah."

Xiao Xingrong responded gently, rubbing Jiang Lige's head with his big palm. His throat moved as if he wanted to say something, but he heard Feng Quan say loudly:

"Little uncle!"

The sharp reminder and the wary eyes made Xiao Xingrong realize the inappropriateness of his behavior.

Yes, Jiang Lige is already someone else's fiancée, and is destined to be someone he cannot get close to.

Thinking of this, Xiao Xingrong's expression froze, and he slowly withdrew his hand. His expression was no longer as gentle as before, and he reminded them coldly.

"Everyone, please get up first."

Jiang Lige nodded, turned around and helped support Old Mrs. Xu. After making sure everyone was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief.

As his wandering thoughts gradually returned to normal, Jiang Lige began to care about the situation outside.

"Have the thieves been caught? How are the abbot and the others? How did you know we were here?"

After hearing three questions in a row, Xiao Xingrong couldn't help but laugh and said, "I don't know which one to answer first."

Jiang Lige also knew that he was a little anxious. Just as he was about to explain, he saw Xiao Xingrong had already answered him in a good temper.

“Today, I was helping my colleagues in Shuntian Prefecture repair the road, and I happened to run into the person you sent for help.

These bandits are quite alert. Most of them ran away as soon as we reached the mountain. But I've already sent people after them, so you don't have to worry.

As for the abbot and the others in the temple, they were all fine, but they were tied up like dumplings, and their faces didn't look very good."

In such a serious scene, it was rare that Xiao Xingrong was in the mood to make a joke. Jiang Lige chuckled, and the tension in his heart suddenly relaxed, making him feel a lot more relaxed.

Therefore, he glared at Xiao Xingrong in annoyance and said, "Then let's go out and take a look."

"it is good."

As soon as the group left the Buddhist temple, officers and soldiers came to report to Xiao Xingrong.

"Sir, those bandits were too cunning, and they knew the roads nearby very well. We didn't get far before they disappeared."

Xiao Xingrong's face was very unhappy, and he scolded angrily: "If you can't catch him, search the mountain. This is a serious matter. Do you still need me to teach you how to do things?"

"I dare not. I will go now."

"Wait!" The officers and soldiers responded in panic. Just as they were about to slip away, Xiao Xingrong stopped them and gave them a few instructions before letting them go.

Jiang Lige didn't want to disturb Xiao Xingrong's work, so he and Feng Quan and the others settled everyone in batches. As soon as they returned to a distance, they saw soldiers carrying a basket of steamed buns in and distributing them to each room.

Jiang Lige thought that in order to avoid making the officers and soldiers make another trip, he would just get the food himself, but he saw the officer and soldier carefully took out an oil-paper bag from the bottom of the basket and handed it to him mysteriously.

"My Lord said that the princess never liked steamed buns, and she traveled a long way to find this. Although it's not worth much, the thought behind it is truly precious. Please don't despise it, Princess."

Jiang Lige was stunned. He peeled off the oil paper and saw that there were a few pieces of red bean cakes inside. They were not made very delicately, but they were very fragrant.

It's amazing that Xiao Xingrong, a rough guy, can be so attentive and remember his own preferences.

Looking back, he saw Xiao Xingrong, who was dressed in frosted clothes, rushing over. Jiang Lige went to greet him with a smile, but saw Xiao Xingrong subconsciously took two steps back. Seeing Jiang Lige's puzzled expression, he began to explain:

"I have a lot of dew on me."

Jiang Lige did not refuse Xiao Xingrong's kindness and smiled, "Thank you."

Xiao Xingrong was stunned. Seeing the soldiers making faces at the side, he probably guessed what Jiang Lige was thanking him for, and his eyes flashed slightly.

"You're welcome. After you eat, go to bed early. We'll stay here tonight and there won't be any more thieves."

"it is good."

After Jiang Lige responded, the two said goodbye and returned to their rooms.

Perhaps because he knew it was safe outside, Jiang Lige slept very soundly. When he woke up again, it was already noon.

Jiang Lige was awakened by the noisy movement outside. He rubbed his dazed head and heard Song Yue excitedly push the door open and say:

"Princess, Prince Zhao is here to pick you up!"

"Boom-"

Jiang Lige got up too quickly and hit his forehead on the bed frame. He was finally fully awake.

Here it comes, here it comes——

The opportunity to improve your impression of others has come again!

Jiang Lige jumped up, changed into a simple and elegant dress, did not braid her hair into a complicated bun, but just inserted a white jade hairpin diagonally and went out happily.

Ning Yunxiao stood under the magnolia tree in the yard, and the carriages from the Princess's Mansion were blocking the gate outside the yard.

Jiang Lige hardened his heart and pinched his thigh, his eyes immediately turning red.

"Sir."

Ning Yunxiao's heart softened when he heard the tone of grievance. He turned around and saw Jiang Lige's plain dress. He felt that she had been frightened last night.

Therefore, there was a touch of comfort in his words, "The princess is frightened."

Jiang Lige's nose felt sore, "I almost thought I would never see you again..."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ning Yunxiao glared at Jiang Lige, then softened his tone.

"Although there are soldiers on duty here, it's still not safe. Princess Rong Hui informed me last night, showing how worried she is. If Princess has no other concerns, let's return to the capital as soon as possible."

Jiang Lige nodded obediently, "Okay, yesterday was all thanks to Old Lady Xu from the next door. Before I return to Beijing, I have to go and thank her first."

The abbot, who had remained silent the entire time, stood up at the right moment and said, "Amitabha, Donor Xu left at 1 a.m. today..."

"That's it..."

Seeing Jiang Lige's slightly lost expression, Ning Yunxiao rarely spoke a word of comfort.

"It's okay, we'll meet again if we're destined to."

Jiang Lige nodded and asked again, "Where is Lord Xiao?"

The officer on duty stepped forward and said, "In reply to the princess, the master led his men to patrol the mountains early this morning. I hope the princess will not be offended."

"It's okay, official business is more important." Jiang Lige responded and said no more. He told everyone to pack up and set off back to Beijing.

After a stick of incense, the royal carriages lined up and set off on the road in a grand manner. The farmers had never seen such a grand scene before, and they all stretched their necks to look.

No one noticed that Xiao Xingrong, who was supposed to be "patrolling the mountain", was now standing in the bamboo forest, watching the team go away.

The officers and soldiers apparently didn't notice Xiao Xingrong's dim gaze, and were completely focused on the bandits who hadn't been caught yet, sighing:

"If we had come earlier, those bandits wouldn't have been able to escape, and we wouldn't have been left with such regrets."

Xiao Xingrong stood with his hands behind his back, half of his figure hidden behind the green bamboo, his brows slightly drooped, and for no reason he felt a sense of indescribable loneliness.

"Everything is about fate. Time, whether early or late, is not a fig leaf for gain or loss. What your heart desires is far more important than hard work."

Xiao Xingrong's sigh left the officers and soldiers completely baffled. After a few rounds of thought, they reflected seriously:

"Your Excellency is right. From now on, we must make it a point to catch thieves and eliminate evildoers every day and never make excuses again."

"..."

Xiao Xingrong couldn't help but twitch his lips. He felt that it was difficult for the officers and soldiers to try to make up for him. He could only pretend to be serious and patted the officers and soldiers on the shoulder, "Work hard."