Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Chu Jinxun glanced at him, his eyes seemed to deepen: "Do you think I should see her?"

Wu Yuxing considered: "Master treats the princess differently, I can see it!"

Chu Jinxun seemed to curl the corners of his lips, his eyes not moving away from the map: "Business is more important!"

The two discussed for more than half an hour, and then Wu Yuxing bowed and left.

When he left, he reminded her, "Master, you haven't been there for so long. Will the princess be angry?"

Chu Jinxun was stunned for a moment. It would be great if she could be angry.

After Wu Yuxing left, Chu Jinxun returned to the bookshelf, picked up another book, and flipped it open. It contained various information about the fiefdoms of the Prince of Changping. The information organized on that row of bookshelves was all about the descendants of royal children or meritorious officials who had been granted fiefdoms early on. Some of them had inherited the title for several generations, the shortest being three, and had become kings in the local area, dominating the area.

But how could a mere fiefdom satisfy their appetite? Therefore, even the area surrounding the fiefdom became their sphere of influence.

The Duke of Fuguo in every dynasty held the position of General of Fuguo and was always an important general against Northern Qi. With 100,000 elite soldiers at their command, they were both valued and feared by the emperor. However, the fat piece of Southern Xia was too tempting and Northern Qi had been coveting it for a long time. It would invade from time to time, hoping to bite off a piece of the meat.

The war was almost constant.

Once a war breaks out, there will be people in the court tampering with the support. Food and fodder will be delayed or the quantity will be incorrect, weapons will be inferior, and the fine iron of arrowheads will be replaced with ordinary iron...all kinds of things will happen.

Later, a Duke of Fuguo did not want to be so passive or rely entirely on the court, so he established the Yuding Pavilion.

Yuding Pavilion collected information and conducted business. From a small scale in the beginning, it gradually grew and became stronger. It not only covered the northern border, but also the nine states of Southern Xia.

Later, if the imperial court withheld food and fodder, the Yuding Pavilion would act as chivalrous men and transport food and fodder to the border areas to relieve their urgent needs.

Twenty years ago, there was no one in the General's Mansion, but Yuding Pavilion did not disappear. Their business grew bigger and bigger, and they became more informed.

A lot of information was compiled into books and sent here.

That’s right, Chu Jinxun is now the head of Yuding Pavilion. He also has another name, Wen Yu’an, which means Yu, who has the power of life and death, and An, who has a peaceful life!

He has taken over Yuding Pavilion for six years.

Although he knew that he would not live long, and although he understood that some people did not want him to live too long.

But since he also has the blood of the Wen family flowing in his body, he has never slacked off since he was five years old.

Many five-year-old children still can't remember things, but he remembers them very clearly.

He remembered his mother's desolate eyes filled with great sorrow; he remembered how she often faced north with a sad look; he remembered how she held little him in her arms, and the feeling of great sorrow wrapping him up in her arms.

A mother’s embrace is warm, but someone wants to take even that little bit of warmth away from a five-year-old child.

My mother didn't die of illness.

She was hanged to death.

At that time, he was covered mouth tightly by a palace servant and was lying under the bed, watching the whole process clearly!

The palace servant said to him, "My dear, the young lady has known this day would come. She has been trying hard to stay alive, just to give you a little more protection. My dear, you must live well, otherwise, the young lady will not be at peace in her grave!"

So at that time he knew that he was different from other princes.

He has lost his mother, and many people want his life!

He often closed the door to visitors, but there was always medicine in the kitchen.

Everyone in the capital knew that the fifth prince, Prince An Chu Jinxun, was a sickly person who would not live for many days.

He seldom goes out.

However, he never had a truly relaxing moment.

In fact, he understood that his father was doubting whether the Xuanyu Army was still there, whether the Xuanyu Army's military token was in his hands, and whether there was a treasure map in the military token!

A year ago, my father suddenly announced that he had a fiancée.

A few months ago, he had an attack and his father moved up the wedding date. When he was unconscious, his princess came into the house.

Those were all temptations.

The emperor wanted Yan Xueqi to obtain any military tokens or secrets from the dying man. Later, the Xuanyu Army could be taken over by Weiyuan Hou.

However, Marquis Weiyuan apparently failed to understand the emperor's intentions. He was reluctant to part with his beloved daughter, so he brought Yan Xining back from the countryside to replace her.

This inadvertently destroyed my father's original plan.

So he took advantage of his illness to go to his father and cry poor. His father would only tolerate him as long as he was trying to trick Marquis Weiyuan.

But these can only be done in moderation.

After getting these out of his mind, Chu Jinxun couldn't help but shake his head in self-mockery.

Does Yan Xining think he is childish and that he has not grown up?

How childish can a person who has to be cautious in every step since he was five years old be?

Over the past few months, he has been very sure that Yan Xining is herself, not someone planted to test him.

Maybe he could tell her something, such as his identity and his situation?

Chu Jinxun walked out of the study and stood in the courtyard. He casually asked, "Is the princess in Qingwu Courtyard?"

"He's not here now. He just left a while ago!"

"Where have you been?"

"I don't know yet. I changed my clothes and went to East Street!"

Chu Jinxun nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He knew that she had her own ideas and her own things to do, but when she was doing her own things, she would change into men's clothes and disguise herself slightly, so that even if someone saw her, they would not recognize her.

Is she doing this to draw a line between herself and Prince An's Mansion?

As the sky darkened, Yan Xining sat in front of a wonton stall outside the Xinghe Academy on East Street, with a bowl of steaming wontons in front of him.

At the third table on the right, Pan Wu, the leader of the four people who had blocked Yan Xining in the alley before, was sitting there.

There was a bruise on his brow bone and some sores at the corners of his mouth. Although he was sitting, he felt extremely uneasy as if there were nails on the stool. He shifted back and forth, covering his abdomen with one hand from time to time, and his eyes were fixed on the entrance of the academy.

Xinghe Academy ranks among the top three academies in the capital. The children of noble families have one place for admission without examination.

For this reason, there are many playboys here.

Yan Luchang studied here.

He had a day off every ten days, so he spent most of his time in the academy.

At that moment, a handsome servant of about seventeen or eighteen years old hurried out of the academy. Yan Xining recognized him; he was Yan Luchang's personal servant, Songquan. Previously, when Yan Luchang and Yan Xueqi had bullied the original body, he had been by their side helping them.

He looked around and the man with the bruised brow immediately stood up and ran towards Songquan.

Songquan also saw him and quickly pulled him to the side, to a more secluded place. He asked directly, "Is it done?"

Pan Wu tugged at his clothes and asked, "Where's the money?"

Songquan took out a purse from his pocket and looked at him suspiciously: "You look like you've been beaten? Did you tell me first?"

"It's done! The four of us will attack together. Are you still worried?"

"Then how did you get hurt?"

Pan Wu reached out and grabbed the purse: "Who said I was injured? Who dared to hit me? I hit myself!"

Songquan thought it made sense, and a lewd smile appeared on his face. "You're lucky! If it weren't for me not being able to show up, I would have tried it anyway! How does it taste?"