The Virgin Mary in the Book: I Decide My Life with Two Swords

Cang Yue Kingdom - Nanlai - Noble House

Just as Ye Ling and Chan Juan were chatting, Nangong Che came: "I'm sorry, Princess Sister, I'm late."

Ye Ling was somewhat uncomfortable with this sudden address, but still stood up and bowed: "Greetings to His Majesty Prince Wen."

"Sit down, sit down, sister Princess. I am several years older than you. Now that you are a princess, it is reasonable for me to call me sister. As for you, don't always call me His Highness Prince Wen. It seems too distant," Nangong Che said with a smile.

After brainstorming, Ye Ling said, "King Wen...brother?"

"Yes, that's right! Brothers and sisters." Nangong Che was very satisfied.

Ye Ling was so disgusted by herself that she wanted to vomit: "Your Highness, I am just the daughter of a deceased general. I dare not call the prince my sister. I dare not."

"Why should I be afraid of this? I really want to have a sister to accompany me, to talk to me, so that I won't be lonely."

"Your Highness, you're joking. Your Majesty has six daughters, and four of them are still unmarried. How could you possibly be short of younger sisters?"

"Yes! Father has six daughters, but they are the sisters of my elder brother, third brother, and seventh brother. I don't exist in their world," Nangong Che said with a lost look.

"How could that be?" Ye Ling smiled awkwardly, finding it difficult to empathize with the other person: "Maybe it's because the prince has always lived in the other courtyard, so he's not familiar with it!"

"Third brother is away training all year round. Whenever he comes back for festivals, they gather around him and listen to him talk about the outside world. I can only watch and listen from afar."

Ye Ling felt that he could no longer communicate. Why couldn't this guy chat? He quickly turned to look at Chan Juan who was kneeling beside him.

Chan Juan smiled slightly and broke the silence: "Prince, Princess, would you two like to listen to some music and chat?"

"Okay!" Ye Ling agreed: "Um, are all the Jiang family women here with you?"

"Of course, it was given by the Emperor."

"Is the eldest daughter of their family here? Ask her to come over and play some music to liven up the atmosphere."

"Of course no problem. Please sit for a moment, I will arrange it right away." Chan Juan stood up and left.

Nangong Che was a little confused: "Does the princess's sister have a grudge against her?"

"Of course." Ye Ling recounted the story of buying cloth that day.

Nangong Che laughed after hearing this: "The princess's sister is quite vindictive!"

"Of course. I have a good quality. I like to kick someone when he's down and add fuel to the fire. I'm not a good person!" Ye Ling also laughed.

Xiang Hui, standing by, couldn't help but speak up: "Princess, I've been a human for many years, and this is the first time I've encountered someone who speaks of him like this, and who even admits that he's not a good person."

"You've seen it now, right? I don't like to hide things. I'm what I am. There's no need to be like some people who act like a bitch and still want to be a saint. Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting."

Nangong Che looked at Ye Ling, and after a long while, he said, “People like you are not tired of living, because there is no need to act, just be yourself.”

"Your Highness, do you mean you have to act?"

"From the time I was born until now, I have been acting all the time, flattering and fawning, because that is the only way I can survive."

Ye Ling nodded: "I can probably imagine your life, but it's not wrong to do so, because there is hope only when you are alive!"

"Thank you, sister Princess, I'll toast you a glass."

"Your Highness, please..." Ye Ling couldn't bring herself to call Prince Wen brother anymore. She was afraid she would vomit. "Life is but two ounces of wine, one ounce of sorrow and one ounce of worry."

“Well said, very well said.” Nangong Che felt that he had met a soulmate.

"That's nothing. Not only can I speak, I can also sing." Ye Ling said without hesitation, and then he wanted to slap himself twice after he finished speaking.

"Can you sing?" Nangong Che asked with interest.

Ye Ling smiled awkwardly: "Well...I didn't sing well, and I spoke too quickly just now, so Your Highness pretended not to hear it."

"But I heard it for sure!"

"Prince, Princess, someone is coming." Chan Juan came in coincidentally, followed by Jiang Weiwei holding a pipa.

Jiang Weiwei covered her face with a white veil, her eyes were red and swollen, and it was obvious that she had cried countless times. It was easy to imagine how the daughter of the richest man felt when she became a prostitute overnight!

"Weiwei, why don't you pay your respects to the prince and the princess?" Chan Juan said.

Jiang Weiwei knelt slightly and saluted: "This slave...this slave pays homage to the prince, and pays homage to...the princess."

"Look at Miss Jiang's expression. She seems very reluctant!" Ye Ling said indifferently.

"Fortunes change over time, and things may change over time," said Nangong Che.

"Your Highness, this is like the saying goes, "Three days in the east, three days in the west." More than ten days ago, Miss Jiang was still arrogant and looked down on me. At that time, she was the daughter of the richest man in Nanlai, and I was just the orphan of a dead general. Now it's different. I am a princess, and she is a singer," said Ye Ling.

"What can Miss Jiang play?" Nangong Che asked.

"Sad," Jiang Weiwei said softly.

"Sadness, this prince remembers that this song was written by the composer Wen Bo in memory of his deceased wife. It's too sad, I'm afraid it's not suitable for playing today."

"Then I'll change to another song."

"Can you see mandarin ducks singing when you see them playing in the water?"

"Yes, yes, of course." Chan Juan said with a smile: "Weiwei, play and sing Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water."

Jiang Weiwei tried hard to control her emotions, slowly sat down, held the pipa horizontally, and began to play and sing this song that only prostitutes knew, her eyes full of grievance and unwillingness.

To be honest, the ancient music was indeed average and not very pleasant to the ears. After three rounds of drinks, Ye Ling got drunk and started to act up. He dragged Chan Juan to the hall and danced randomly. After tossing and turning for more than half an hour, they finally stopped.

Chan Juan settled her in the next room, which was the private room that Ye Ling had booked in advance.

After Chan Juan left, Ye Ling on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and then sat up.

"Master, your acting is so good that Mengmeng thought you were really drunk," Mengmeng began to complain.

"Nonsense, I've already said it, I'm a talented actress. Although I'm pretty, I'm definitely not going to be an idol." Ye Ling didn't even know how to write shyly when she was bragging about herself.

Listening to the singing and dancing outside, Ye Ling released Jiuyou from the space and stood up to pour himself a cup of tea.

"Miss, everyone can see that you are drunk," Jiuyou said.

"Of course not. After all this trouble, we will be much safer later. Just wait! He will definitely come," Ye Ling said while drinking tea.

"Will he think you're drunk, too?"

"Do I look that unreliable?"

"I spoke out of turn, please forgive me, Miss." Jiuyou admitted his mistake quickly.

Both the master and the servant closed their eyes to rest. Ye Ling sat cross-legged in the main seat, while Jiu You knelt on the right. The room was very quiet.

After about a quarter of an hour, the person we were waiting for finally arrived and entered through the back window.

Ye Ling closed his eyes and did not move. Jiuyou stood up and looked at the person who came. He became more alert. His hand unconsciously placed on the hilt of the sword, staring at the other person intently.

The man slowly took off his veil, revealing his face with the left half covered. He placed both the knife and the veil on the table by the window, then slowly walked towards Ye Ling. After a slight hesitation, he bravely knelt down and said, "I am General An Kui, and I pay my respects to the young master."

Ye Ling then opened his eyes: "Uncle An, there's no need to be so polite. Please take a seat. Tonight will be a long night."

"Yes." An Kui stood up and knelt on the left.

Jiuyou let down his guard slightly and continued to sit on the right. The reason he treated the person in front of him like this was because the man's full appearance was not revealed and he always had half of his face covered, so he was not sure whether it was An Kui.

"Be frank and say what you want to say. What's wrong with your face? What exactly do you want from me?" Ye Ling didn't want to waste time.

"My face was destroyed in the battle five years ago," An Kui said as he took off half of his mask, revealing his terrifying left face.

Ye Ling was still shocked: "Is the injury so serious?"

"Compared to my brothers, my death is not that serious, because I am still alive, while they have left this world forever."

"What do you want from me?"

"Young Master, don't you want to know the truth of what happened back then?"

"Do you know how? So what if you don't know?" Ye Ling asked back.

"He is your father!"

Ye Ling sneered: "A father I've never met, what role has he played in my life? Because of him, I've suffered so much injustice, and my mother has been a living widow for more than ten years. I hate him."

"Young Master, you can't say that about him. Marshal Ye has his own difficulties. Da'an has troops stationed at the border, and he dares not leave..."

"Sacrifice your small family for the sake of everyone, right? I'm sorry, I'm not that great. If I really have a choice, I would rather not come to this world. Being his daughter is just suffering. He abandoned his wife and children for the country. Do you think I should thank him? Should I put myself on the road where I could lose my head at any time for him? I haven't slept well in the past ten years. Now I have finally fought for stability. Do I have to break it again? Why? Tell me," Ye Ling questioned.

"Okay, since the young master is unwilling, then just pretend that I didn't come today." An Kui immediately stood up and was about to leave.

Ye Ling didn't take it seriously at all and picked up the teacup leisurely.

An Kui hesitated for a long time, but finally sat down and said, "Young Master, you are unwilling to do anything, but I also have my own mission, which is to tell you what happened back then."

"Whatever. To me, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not, because the ending is the same. I won't gamble the rest of my life to vindicate a stranger." Ye Ling was still as calm as water.

An Kui was helpless and could only speak to himself, "Five years ago, Ye Tingxun arrived at the border army camp with an imperial decree. He said that the emperor had ordered an immediate attack on Da'an. He also said that if you couldn't win, you would have to go to Da'an to marry. Everyone knew about the marriage. We have a grudge against Da'an, and you would definitely not have an easy time going there. Marshal Ye thought it was his own brother's words, so he believed it and immediately sent troops to Da'an, with 30,000 of his personal soldiers as the vanguard. However, the rear army was blocked by a landslide."

“I know all this.”

"Yes, these Jiuyou know, but what you don't know is that the so-called landslide was completely man-made. Someone planted gunpowder and blew up the mountain. When Ye Shuai woke up, it was too late. He finally understood why His Majesty would issue such an imperial decree. Confrontation between two countries is common. As long as there is no war, there will be peace. His Majesty would not be stupid enough to provoke a war first. Therefore, there must be something wrong with that imperial decree."