Mother, I have returned to the throne.

Unfortunately.

How could Situ Jing understand the hidden meaning of Song Yuan's words?

He frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, but couldn't put his finger on what exactly was wrong.

His eyes fell on the long sword, and he was instantly overwhelmed by joy.

Without giving Song Yuan a chance to speak, he walked straight forward and snatched the machete from the other party!

"Give me this knife as a gift, and I'll forgive you for what happened before!"

It’s true that family members don’t have different opinions.

Song Yuan was not stingy, he was just a little confused.

Situ Jingrou is so weak, and this knife weighs more than ten pounds.

Can you imagine a little girl holding a machete and slashing around?

"Can you carry it?"

"Hey, you can look down on my appearance, but you can't look down on my martial arts!"

Being questioned like this, Situ Jing's face became crooked and his nose became tilted.

Wang Chao and Ma Han, who were standing by, also came up to their master and gave him a gentle reminder.

"Your Highness, the most important martial art of the Zhenbei Palace is the sword technique. The Grand Concubine has been practicing diligently since she was a child and is a top-notch expert in this field!"

Huo Jianchuan and his companions recruited palace soldiers, and the task of guarding fell again on Wang Chao and Ma Han.

However, now that the two of them have settled down, Song Yuan is naturally relieved.

Hearing such comments, he raised his eyebrows.

Hey...is she really a heroine?

"I stopped playing with knives weighing over ten pounds when I was a teenager!"

Noticing the surprise in Song Yuan's eyes, Situ Jing was even more proud.

"What I'm using now is the cold iron knife that my father left behind. It weighs thirty-one pounds, and I wield it with great vigor!"

Okay, okay, you’re awesome!

I've never seen a loli with such super strength as you!

Song Yuan curled his lips, secretly surprised.

But he silently put the knife away: "This thing, it's just been condensed for the first time, the level is not top-notch, it's just a second-rate product!"

"You're not in a hurry? Give me a few days. Once these craftsmen have mastered their skills, I will definitely give you a top-notch sword!"

think carefully.

After the two got married, they had to spend every day together.

Wouldn't it be a shame if such a good laborer didn't become a female bodyguard?

Why would you feel bad about equipping your own bodyguard?

Song Yuan instantly convinced himself that he not only had to match it, but also had to match the best!

Otherwise, wouldn’t all this energy be wasted?

"Your Highness, I..."

Wang Chao and Ma Han behind him couldn't help but get anxious when they heard this. Your Highness, please give us a set as well!

"Okay, okay, then let's make three, no... six!"

As the saying goes, a sword is given to a hero. Who else but myself can produce such a magical weapon?

Song Yuan did not forget Huo Jianchuan and the other two. They were his personal bodyguards, so it was not a waste to give them the sword.

It’s also about protecting your own safety!

"You're sensible. I'll be magnanimous and forgive you for what happened before!"

Hearing Song Yuan's arrangement, Situ Jing was delighted. As a martial arts fanatic, he waved his hand and let bygones be bygones.

Today, the practice of Malaysian steel knives has achieved success.

What happened next had nothing to do with Song Yuan.

Seeing that Situ Jing was there, Song Yuan felt it was not appropriate for him to continue hanging out with a group of shirtless men, so he simply followed Situ Jing away.

He rode at full speed all the way back to the palace.

Song Yuan did not instruct anyone not to make the matter of the saber public.

If outsiders want to find out, there is no impenetrable wall in this world.

He was just thinking about going back to tell Huo Jianchuan to sign a contract with his blacksmith.

As long as we can keep the blacksmiths who master this craft in our hands, others may not be able to succeed even if they know the method!

"Your Highness, I'm afraid I won't be at home tomorrow. If you have anything to worry about, you'll have to worry about it yourself!"

Song Yuan was in a good mood after the Big Sabre experiment, but he didn't feel proud for long before he heard some bad news.

After Situ Jing returned home, she went straight to find her aunt, and after a while they both returned together.

Hearing this, Song Yuan blew his beard and glared.

It’s fine if you don’t like me, but why are you trying to steal my person from me?

As the saying goes, "Aunt is good, aunt is wonderful", Song Yuan now truly understands the benefits of Ye Xuan!

Without Ye Xuan, how can I be a hands-off boss?

There are so many worries every day, how can I have so much time to worry about?

"Is there any trouble at home? Is there anything I can help with?" However, Song Yuan did not refuse, but asked.

After all, you can't be too affectionate with your aunt in front of your wife.

Otherwise, wouldn’t that be a living minotaur?

"Tomorrow... is the death anniversary of several young princes in the Zhenbei Palace!" Ye Xuan answered softly, her expression gloomy.

As soon as these words were spoken, Situ Jing beside him lowered his head and remained silent.

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

When I think of the heroism behind this sentence, my blood boils.

The Zhenbei Palace is full of loyal and brave people.

Especially three years ago!

The barbarians invaded in large numbers. At that time, it was Situ Jing's father who brought his two brothers with him.

He led an army of 50,000 and resisted the 300,000-strong barbarian army for several months!

Eventually the city was broken and only a few thousand of the fifty thousand remained.

The two brothers had already died in the battle, and only Situ Jing's father shed his last drop of blood, but there were still countless barbarians to be killed!

After the defeat, the barbarians hung their corpses on the city walls.

Using horse hooves, they trampled the young prince's body into ashes!

Later, it was the Zhenbei Palace that stepped in and built a cenotaph for him.

It’s no wonder that Situ Jing was in a bad mood today. Anyone would probably be like this on their father’s death anniversary, right?

"Can I go?"

Thinking of this heroic act, Song Yuan instantly made up his mind to see with his own eyes this father-in-law whom he had never met before.

And there are those uncles whose corpses are still resting!

Ye Xuan raised her eyebrows, she didn't expect Song Yuan to have such intentions.

"Logically speaking, Your Highness hasn't married yet, so he's not considered a member of the Zhenbei Palace. But if he really wants to go, it's understandable!"

"Then count me in!"

Song Yuan nodded immediately, his eyes solemn.

This time, he had no intention of disrespecting it and had a pilgrimage heart.

No matter which country it is, anyone who is willing to use his or her flesh and blood to protect the walls behind him or her deserves respect.

What's more, this is his future father-in-law?

Deserve respect!

"By the way, I've arranged everything else, but there's just one thing: I'm afraid you'll need to take care of the camp."

After setting the itinerary for tomorrow, Ye Xuan gave patient instructions.

"There's an abandoned stone mine in the north of the city. It's at most twenty miles away from the city gate. There's no suitable courtyard in the imperial city, so this is the best option right now. It covers a large area and has wide terrain, making it the only place suitable for you to train your troops."

Last night, Song Yuan told Ye Xuan to find a place to train troops, but he didn't expect the result to come so soon.

"what can I do?"

The newly recruited soldiers still need to intensify their training, so Song Yuan naturally doesn't want to waste time.

"Although the quarry is abandoned, it still belongs to the government. If you want to occupy it, I'm afraid you'll need to inform His Majesty!"

An abandoned stone mine is like chicken ribs, of little value.

Given Song Youji's personality, he shouldn't be so stingy and too harsh in this regard.

Song Yuan waved his hand and took over the matter: "When the matter is settled tomorrow, I will go to discuss it with my father in person!"

After agreeing on this matter, Ye Xuan gave a lot of instructions to the assistants.

Situ Jing followed beside him, with a look of surprise in her eyes.

Could it be that my aunt has really become Song Yuan's housekeeper?

At sunset, the two of them left in a hurry.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of his death, and there are still many things that need to be prepared according to custom.

Song Yuan also frowned slightly, feeling that he couldn't be impolite.

But after thinking about it, what gift should I prepare?