The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

"Has the Queen received the news?"

When An Yi heard the emperor's question, he immediately took out two letters from his arms. They were intercepted outside the Yiku Palace and were ready to be delivered to the Queen.

"Your Majesty, these are two urgent reports from the border that were intercepted early this morning."

Liang Zhan reached out and opened the letter handed to him by An Yi. What was written on it was almost the same as what Xiang Huayan handed to him, but looking at the handwriting, it seemed like Chong Yue wrote it himself.

"You bastard! You've been out for so long and haven't even sent me a letter. This is the seventh letter from the Queen, right?"

Hearing His Majesty's cold snort, An Yi didn't know what to say. He hurried forward, took the letter from His Majesty's hand, repacked it and stuffed it back into his arms.

"Your Highness is certainly concerned about Your Majesty, but due to the many inconveniences, she has not sent a letter to Your Majesty. I understand."

Liang Zhan held up his head, and when he thought of Chongyue, this ignorant bastard, he got a headache:

"Send this letter back to Yikun Palace and let the Queen and the others make preparations early."

An Yi took the order and left. Liang Zhan sat alone in the empty Yangxin Palace. The sachet that was destroyed that day was still hanging in its original place, but it was covered with a brocade bag to prevent the golden thread from exploding.

Liang Zhan reached out and fiddled with the sachet hanging in the air. It still had a faint fragrance, but it was not as strong as before, and its calming effect was also much worse.

The candles in the Yangxin Palace burned until dawn, and Liang Zhan sat alone on the dragon throne all night.

When Liang Chongyue received news from his scumbag father again, they were almost in Beijing. Maybe it was because of the cold weather, but the system seemed to be frozen and the news was transmitted very slowly.

"Host, it seems that your scumbag father cares about you."

Liang Chongyue looked at the picture on the panel. She also saw the scene of her scumbag father sitting alone all night. Her scumbag father had already received the news that she had returned to Beijing. She didn't know what her scumbag father was thinking that night.

Liang Chongyue had just brought his men to Yujing Pass, and before he could even take out his badge, the gate of the pass had already been opened from the inside.

Liang Chongyue looked at the woman walking in front. She remembered that she was the daughter of the general guarding Yujing Pass. When she left Yujing Pass with the army, this young lady helped her.

She was grateful at that time, but looking back now, most of them were the work of her scumbag father.

"Your Highness, the Princess, may you live a thousand years and a thousand thousand years."

There were no civilians at the Yujing Pass at this time. Liang Chongyue raised her hand to signal her to stand up. She had been traveling so fast during this period that her throat had become hoarse due to the cold wind, and it hurt to speak.

"Your Majesty has instructed me to wait here for Your Highness the Princess. Please follow me back to your residence and wash up. I will escort you back to the capital."

Liang Chongyue looked down at herself and didn't know if it was the melted snow or the dust that had covered her body. She looked around and didn't look like a princess anymore. She looked more like someone who had just escaped from a refugee camp.

"No need. Since my father has already known that I'm back, there's no need to waste time. I'd appreciate it if you could just get me a good horse. I need to hurry on my way."

As Liang Chongyue was speaking, he had already set his eyes on a black horse tied to the side of the gate. Liang Chongyue had seen countless horses and had seen all kinds of good horses.

She could tell at a glance that although the horse was not top-notch, it was good enough for her to ride back to the capital with Xiang Jingchuan.

Lin Wanrong stood at the checkpoint, thinking of her father's instructions, and was hesitating on how to persuade Her Royal Highness the Princess to go to the mansion for a visit first. Then she saw the Princess looking at her. Although there was nothing wrong, she couldn't help feeling nervous.

Thinking of her mother still struggling on her sickbed, Lin Wanrong, despite her fear, maintained a smile on her face and spoke to His Highness again, saying:

"It's getting late now. I'm afraid Your Highness hasn't left Yujing Pass yet. It's almost dark. Why don't you go to the mansion to rest for a night and set off early tomorrow morning to relieve the hardship and fatigue of the journey?"

Lin Wanrong was born gentle and spoke softly, but the more this happened, the more Liang Chongyue felt something was wrong:

"No need, Yujing Pass is not far from the capital."

Hearing His Highness's refusal again, Lin Wanrong didn't know what to say anymore. She turned around and asked someone to lead the horse she had just ridden to His Highness:

"If Your Highness is in a hurry, let me ride your horse first. Although this horse may not be as strong as the ones Your Highness keeps at the stable, it is still a good horse."

Liang Chongyue was waiting for her to say this. Lin Wanrong was in a bad mood just now, and Liang Chongyue didn't want to pursue it any further at this time.

"Thank you very much. I'll have someone send you a better one in three days."

While Liang Chongyue was speaking, she did not stop moving her hands. She untied the rope that had been tied to Xiang Jingchuan's body. She put a black cloth on Xiang Jingchuan's head to cover his face.

To avoid his life, which should have been as warm as the sun, from showing such a fragile side to others.

After securing Xiang Jingchuan's body, Liang Chongyue will climb onto the horse. The system has also rested well. The closer it gets to the capital, the warmer it will be.

Liang Chongyue put the mask back on his face and rode his horse through Yujing Pass.

Lin Wanrong stood there and watched the princess's back gradually getting smaller until it disappeared.

The personal maid who had always been with Lin Wanrong looked at her mistress worriedly. Thinking of the master's previous instructions, she could already foresee how angry the master would be when he knew that the mistress had not invited Her Royal Highness the Princess to the house.

The eldest young master is still at the border at this time, and the young lady and the lady don’t know how to survive this disaster.