The daughter of the emperor is beautiful and holds the power over the world

The wind was howling outside the window, filled with the chill of deep winter.

The candlelight in the room flickered, illuminating the figures of the brother and sister. Si Yan raised his hand and twisted the wick, his expression extremely calm.

This matter is indeed not easy to handle, but what is even more difficult is that not only the original owner likes Ling Mohan, but the second young master Ling also likes the original owner.

The two were childhood sweethearts until Concubine Xin proposed to marry Si Yan to Prince Xin.

With her father's efforts, he was eventually replaced by Prince Yong.

Although it was impossible for the two of them to be together originally, they loved each other after all and had a spiritual sustenance.

Now that she has traveled back to the original owner's body and is with Prince Yan, she will definitely not be able to be with Ling Mohan.

Si Yan raised his eyes slightly and looked at his brother with a serious expression: "Although Mr. Ling and I are childhood sweethearts and grew up together, I have always regarded him as a brother, a brother like an older brother."

Si Qingshan was silent for a while. He looked at Si Yan doubtfully, feeling that something was wrong...

The girl's expression when she mentioned Ling Mohan was completely different from before.

He still remembered that this girl's face would turn red whenever she mentioned Ling Mohan, but now she was incredibly calm.

Could it be that the two of them had some disagreement before coming to the border?

Si Qingshan didn't have time to think about it, and thought back to the day when he met Yan Longyi. When Yan Longyi mentioned Ah Yan, his expression was filled with indescribable tenderness and affection.

But the King of Yan is far away in Yan State, and this girl is from Daxuan, so how can she be with the King of Yan?

Are they going to elope?

impossible!

The God of War of Yan State would never elope, and neither would the daughter of the Situ Mansion of Daxuan.

"Have you really thought it through?" Si Qingshan asked solemnly.

"I didn't think about it."

Si Yan grinned and replied softly.

She was smiling, as if this was a very common thing for her.

"You girl..." Si Qingshan pointed at Si Yan with his finger, his eyes full of helplessness, "Your character is not stable at all."

Many years later, when Si Qingshan saw that his sister was in a high position, above everyone else, and that she had gone against all odds and was determined to be with Yan Longyi, he could no longer say these words.

She has never been wavering, but has been more resolute than ever before.

"Okay, brother."

Si Yan gave Si Qingshan a big smile, his expression gentle and a bit serious, "Don't tell father yet, I will tell him myself."

"You still remember to face your father?" Si Qingshan looked at his sister and sighed.

He thought that this girl was bewitched by the King of Yan and her mind was confused, but she seemed to be very clear-headed.

"Brother, Prince Yong is now isolated and helpless. He only received father's full support because of my marriage. If father knew about the relationship between Prince Yan and me, I'm afraid he would be shaken."

Si Yan paused for a moment, then continued, "However, judging from the current situation, Father probably has no way out. But in order to prevent him from getting angry, it's better to slow down for a while."

From his father's letter, Si Yan could tell that a war had already broken out between the Situ Mansion and the Imperial Noble Consort and Prime Minister's faction.

Emperor Daxuan had only four princes: Prince Xin, Prince Chen, the deposed crown prince, and Prince Yong.

The crown prince was deposed five years ago, and Prince Chen and Prince Xin were both sons of the imperial concubine.

My father had no choice but to support King Yong.

Si Qingshan was silent for a while, but couldn't help but say: "Girl, I really don't dare to think about your future path..."

Si Yan smiled slightly: "Brother, take one step at a time and see what happens."

This is very inconsistent with Si Yan's character, but the matter between her and Yan Longyi involves two countries, so Si Yan can only answer like this.

For some things, you can take one step and see the next ten steps, but their future is more than just ten steps.

A hundred steps, a thousand steps is possible...

All Si Yan can do is to give it his all when encountering any resistance. As for the result, perhaps it really is not that important.

In the following days, Si Yan became even busier.

He took Si Ce and Si Zhe to meet those who survived the massacre at Beiyan Pass.

I also met the crazy uncle and the uncle with the broken arm. What a coincidence, both of them have extraordinary identities.

The crazy uncle that Sice mentioned was not really crazy. He was just a traumatized person because he witnessed the massacre at Beiyan Pass with his own eyes, and his brain was still normal.

Si Yan has persuaded the two to secretly follow her back to Shangjing.

Si Yan finished what he had to do and finally came to where Jia Zhongchun lived.

Under the warm winter sun, Jia Zhongchun was sitting in a rocking chair, making tea in the yard.

Since the court did not summon him back, he stayed at the border and returned to the court with the army.

Upon hearing Si Yan coming, Jia Zhongchun hurriedly stood up to greet him.

"How are you these days, Lord Jia?" Si Yan spoke with a smile and a gentle expression.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Si. I'm fine. I haven't had the chance to thank you for saving my life." Jia Zhongchun bowed and invited Si Yan to come in and take a seat.

There was a charcoal fire burning in the house, but the temperature was still not high. Instead, the sunlight slanted through the window, illuminating the entire house.

"To be honest with you, Lord Jia, I came here today to ask you for this life-saving favor."

Si Yan's smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, but his words were so direct that Jia Zhongchun was stunned.

"Miss Si, if you have any requests, please tell me." Having said this, Jia Zhongchun could only continue speaking.

His heart was beating fast, not knowing what Si Yan was going to say.

He had thought about it during this period. This Miss Si was the fiancée of King Yong. Miss Si saved his life, which was equivalent to King Yong saving his life.

He had already planned to stop impeaching Prince Yong for placing him under house arrest after returning to Beijing.

But even so, Prince Yong would be doomed to disobey the imperial edict.

Si Yan watched the subtle changes in Jia Zhongchun's expression, but did not rush to say what he wanted him to do.

She took a sip of tea and said, "Si Yan wants to ask Master Jia, how is Daxuan doing now?"

Jia Zhongchun was stunned and didn't speak for a long time. Si Yan looked at him patiently, waiting for his answer.

"Don't worry, Master Jia. What happened today is known to you, me, heaven, and earth. No third person will know. Master Jia, feel free to speak frankly if you have anything to say."

Jia Zhongchun didn't expect that the words he had been holding in his heart for a long time would be mentioned to a woman.

Jia Zhongchun sighed deeply, "Miss Si, I'm afraid Daxuan's fate is about to end."

“How come you see?”

"The Imperial Noble Consort is the sole favorite, Prime Minister Xin has immense power, and the treacherous eunuchs are deceiving the emperor. The people of Daxuan are now filled with resentment, and their livelihood is in dire straits. Your Majesty is old and frail, yet he still favors the Imperial Noble Consort, Prime Minister, and others. In the future, the throne of Daxuan will inevitably pass to Prince Xin, who is nothing more than a puppet of the Xin family."

When Si Yan heard this, she knew that Jia Zhongchun was a sensible man, so she stopped beating around the bush.

"Master Jia, what do you think if Prince Yong inherits the throne?"

"Miss Si, are you kidding?"

Jia Zhongchun shook his head, his eyes devoid of hope. "Although Prince Yong has made great military achievements, he has been avoiding Prince Xin's edge for many years. He has not fought or competed in the court and has no foundation. Compared with Prince Xin, Prince Yong has no chance of winning."

Si Yan smiled slightly: "What if my father fully supports Prince Yong?"