The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

Chapter 339 Farewell

Xu Junjun was in a state of confusion:

“I don’t know whether the news is true or not.

But the information Jun Xiaochen received, even if it was exaggerated, was very close to the truth.

Niao Niao, I'm worried, I want to go to Tianqi to take a look."

Jiang Wumei disagrees:

"There's chaos in the court, and you can't help.

If you are really worried, you can ask Jun Xiaochen to send a message back after he returns.

If we really need you, it’s not too late for you to go back.”

Xu Junjun shook her head, the reluctant look of the child in her memory kept echoing in her mind.

She promised to go back to see him, and if he was really harmed by the Black Widow of Apocalypse, she would kill the old witch with her own hands.

Jiang Wumei knew her sister very well. Seeing that her repeated persuasions did not change her sister's mind, she stopped talking.

Today the sky is cloudy and windy, and the huge palace is like a wild beast that is ready to devour its prey.

Jiang Wumei pulled Xu Junjun to the palace gate, looked at the sky covered with dark clouds, and said softly:

“Then you can go with Jun Xiaochen.

I asked Chen Liu and others to accompany us.

Once everything is settled and you and Jun Xiaochen have set a wedding date, you can send them back with a message."

Xu Junjun hugged Jiang Wumei tightly, tears in her eyes:

"Niao Niao, I wanted to spend more time with you and An'er in the capital.

But it happened suddenly, and I was really worried about that child..."

"I understand, Junjun, you don't need to say more."

Pulling down Xu Junjun's arm, Jiang Wumei looked directly into her red eyes and raised her hand to wipe her tears:

“If you sit back and do nothing, you’re not the Junjun I know.

Go ahead. You shed too many tears when you came back to Beijing this time. I hope you can be happy when you go to Tianqi this time.

Next time we meet, An'er also hopes to see her happy godmother."

Xu Junjun was almost speechless, feeling extremely sad. She nodded vigorously a few times and clenched Jiang Wumei's hand tightly.

"Niao Niao, we will set off tomorrow.

Let Qingzhi follow me out of the palace later, and I will leave all the poisons I have prepared to you."

Jiang Wumei did not refuse:

"Okay, I'll have Chen Liu and the others come to your house to look for you later.

When you go to Tianqi, you must take care of your safety and never take risks easily.

Remember, no matter what happens, the most important thing is yourself."

"Mother, mother, butterflies, butterflies for you."

After a gust of wind, the two people standing at the palace gate heard An'er's excited shout.

Qingzhi, along with several palace maids and eunuchs, followed behind the little girl in gorgeous clothes, staring nervously and intently at the long road under his feet, fearing that a stone would appear and trip up this little gold nugget.

Xu Junjun wiped away her tears, took a few steps forward, picked up the little girl and held her in her arms.

Looking at the little fellow's big, dark eyes, Xu Junjun took out a jade bottle from her bosom and stuffed it into the little fellow's hand:

"Come here, little bastard, this is something your godmother painstakingly prepared for you.

If you eat this in the next few days, I guarantee you won’t get sick for three years and won’t need to take medicine for five years.”

An'er looked at the dazzling white bottle in his hand curiously, shook it, and handed the small net containing the butterfly towards Jiang Wumei.

"Mother, mother, the butterfly is for you."

Jiang Wumei took two steps forward and took the net bag from her son. Seeing the little guy lowering his head to look at the jade bottle again, the haze in her heart was completely blown away:

"You've been busy these days, and you still have time to refine medicine. You've just been torturing yourself all day."

Xu Junjun held An'er and bounced him up, making the little guy laugh, then she spoke:

“How can it be considered a big deal as a greeting gift for the little guy?

Don't worry, Niaoniao. This pill is for strengthening the child's body and has no side effects.

If An'er eats it, he will definitely become a good martial arts practitioner in the future."

Xu Junjun bent down and kissed An'er's chubby little face, then suppressed her reluctance and returned the child to Jiang Wumei.

"Okay, I'm going back.

"Niao Niao, you should also be careful in the Great Sage. I will write to inform you once the Tianqi matter is resolved."

Jiang Wumei nodded, but the smile on her face was not as relaxed as before:

"I know, so do you."

There are still hidden dangers around her, so it might be a good thing for Junjun to go to Tianqi at this moment.

Looking at Xu Junjun's back, Jiang Wumei called Qingzhi over and gave her some instructions.

Qingzhi nodded, turned around and followed Xu Junjun.

Qingzhi didn't delay for long and brought the things back two hours later.

An'er was taken by the palace maid to play in the palace. Jiang Wumei leaned on the soft couch and sighed as she watched Qingzhi bring back a whole box of jade bottles.

“Everyone has their own difficulties.

I'm afraid we'll be together less and apart more in the future."

Qingzhi understood what his wife was worried about. He placed the paper with the detailed effects of the elixir in front of Jiang Wumei with both hands and said softly:

"Don't worry, your Majesty. The Qilin Guard will always protect Miss Xu.

Miss Xu will be safe on this journey to Tianqi."

Jiang Wumei was not only worried about her own safety, she also had other concerns, but she didn't intend to tell anyone about these.

After reading through the effects of various medicinal pills, Jiang Wumei folded the paper into the wooden box and said quietly:

"Put the things away and put them somewhere high. In the next few days, you will clean up all the maids in the palace and make sure there are no hidden dangers around An'er."

The accident on the way back to Beijing was like a steel knife hanging on her neck, and Jiang Wumei dared not take it lightly.

Qingzhi nodded:

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will lead people to thoroughly check the palace in the next few days.

Your Majesty, the Emperor just sent a message saying that we should come to the palace for lunch later. Is there anything special that needs to be prepared?"

Jiang Wumei pressed her eyebrows:

"Tell the imperial kitchen to prepare the dishes as usual, with lighter dishes."

In the past, when he was in the Prince's Mansion, Xiao Tong never showed his emotions, and did not deliberately express his true preferences.

In order to survive, she carefully explored his true preferences and tried to please him, but with little success.

Now that she has returned to the palace, for An'er and the future, she has to go back to her old job.

Not to mention trying to please people out of turn, but you should always show some concern for them. You can't just push them away foolishly.

"It's the lady."

Qingzhi took the wooden box and left to make arrangements. The hall was silent for a moment, and only An'er's clear and innocent laughter could be heard outside the hall.

Xiao Tong came over at noon. When An'er saw him, her eyes lit up and she stretched out her hands to hug him.

"Father, father, hold me."

Not being born in the palace, An'er did not have the fear of Xiao Tong that existed between royal father and son. He only had a strong desire to express himself. He liked his father and mother and wanted to kiss and hug them.

Xiao Tong was dressed in a dragon robe, looking majestic, handsome and imposing.

Bending over and picking up An'er, Xiao Tong looked at the face that looked about halfway similar to Jiang Wumei, and softened his voice unconsciously:

"Did An'er bother mother today?"

An'er hugged Xiao Tong's neck, shook her head obediently, and said in a milky voice:

"Mother, godmother is talking, mother is not happy.

Be good, An'er, catch some butterflies and send them off to your mother."

The little guy has limited cognition, but is very sensitive.

He noticed Jiang Wumei's depressed mood and started complaining to his father when he saw her.

Xiao Tong frowned when he heard this and glanced at Qingzhi. Qingzhi hurriedly said:

"Your Majesty, today Miss Xu came to the palace to bid farewell to the Empress.

The Empress was reluctant to leave and sat alone in the hall for a while.

Xiao Tong nodded and strode into the hall holding An'er.

The eunuchs and guards following behind him all stayed outside the hall and did not follow him in.

Jiang Wumei came out after hearing the noise, looked at the two faces, one big and one small, raised her lips and saluted gently:

"I have met the emperor."

Xiao Tong took two steps forward, held her in his arms, and pulled her into his arms, saying with concern:

"The flowers in the Imperial Garden are in full bloom these days. After lunch, I will take you for a walk."

Jiang Wumei took An'er from his arms and rejected him considerately:

"Your Majesty is busy with government affairs, so there is no need to accommodate me.

After lunch, Your Majesty, please rest in the palace."

Xiao Tong frowned, looked at Jiang Wumei's delicate eyebrows, and said:

"I'm not trying to please you, I just want to take a walk with you and An'er."

Xiao Tong insisted, so Jiang Wumei didn't say much. After lunch, the emperor landed in the imperial garden.

Xiao Tong held An'er in his arms, Jiang Wumei followed him, and all the palace maids and eunuchs stayed far away. It was a rare opportunity for the family to have some time alone.

The imperial garden was filled with colorful flowers in full bloom, and the melancholy of separation was washed away by the beautiful scenery. The smile on Jiang Wumei's face was very genuine.

An'er got down excitedly and ran away chasing the butterfly. Qingzhi and his men chased after him. Jiang Wumei looked away for a while, and when she turned around, she suddenly saw a blooming peony beside her ear.