After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

Master Xu was so grief-stricken that he drew the imperial sword in his hand and committed suicide on the spot.

In the end, he died together with the entire Zhenguogong family...

In his previous life, Shen Nanxing followed Fu Jiuli at the market, listening to everything here and there until he finally understood the whole thing.

Oh, what a clumsy frame-up!

If the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion really wanted to rebel, they would have done it long ago!

What about the current Emperor of North Vietnam?

But the Emperor of Beiyue didn't even conduct a thorough investigation. From the time my uncle was taken away from the armory at the foot of Iron Mountain to the execution of the entire Zhenguogong family, it only took three days...

It's clearly deliberate connivance...

Shen Nanxing paused.

In her previous life, the entire Zhenguo Mansion was executed, and that was after her death.

But now her departure time has been inexplicably advanced by half a year. Will the disaster of annihilation of the entire Zhenguo Mansion also be advanced?

She was suddenly frightened and her face turned pale.

He rushed back and hugged his two uncles, one in each hand.

The two uncles were shocked.

"What's wrong, Nanxing? Is there any difficulty?"

"Are you going on a long journey? Are you reluctant to leave your uncle?"

Shen Nanxing hugged his two uncles and let him hold them for a long time. He let them go only after his emotions calmed down a little.

But his face was still very pale: "Uncle, I had a dream last night."

Duke Xu knocked her head and said, "It was just a dream. Look how scared you are!"

Grand Tutor Xu: "What did you dream about? Tell me about it. Perhaps your uncle can help you understand."

Shen Nanxing did not hide anything and recounted the events of his previous life in detail, claiming it was a dream.

By the time he finished speaking, a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

Duke Xu comforted her, a trace of heartache in his eyes: "Dreams are all fake. How could you be so frightened by a fake dream?"

"You are so cowardly, and you are still a cavalry general!"

"Stop imagining that, ah!"

Shen Nanxing grabbed Duke Xu's sleeve and said, "Uncle, this dream is too real. I am really uneasy..."

"Uncle, promise me that no matter what happens, you will never go to the outskirts of the city. No matter who calls you, you will definitely not go. Okay?"

Duke Xu laughed. "Why would I go to the outskirts of the city if I have nothing to do? There can't really be an iron mine there, right?"

"Not to mention that there's no way there's an iron mine in the suburbs, even if there is one, I wouldn't go there! I'm just a civil servant..."

"Promise me!" Shen Nanxing stared at him with burning eyes, as if she would pull his sleeve and never let go if he didn't agree.

Duke Xu had no choice but to surrender: "Okay, okay, my uncle won't go."

Shen Nanxing buried his head in his uncle's arms, his voice buzzing: "Uncle, you must keep your word. If you lie, Nanxing will not recognize you!"

Duke Xu was startled and knocked her head again, feeling both angry and amused.

"You're not even going to acknowledge your uncle because of a fictitious dream?"

"Yeah!" Shen Nanxing nodded seriously.

Duke Xu: ...

What to do? What else can I do but agree?

The two of them didn't notice that Master Xu hadn't spoken since the beginning.

His eyes were dark at this moment, and I don’t know what he was thinking.

......

After Shen Nanxing explained everything to his two uncles, he was still worried.

After careful consideration, Nuan Ning, who was skilled in medicine, was left in the Nanyang Marquis' Mansion, and Nuan An was sent to the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion, both of whom stayed in the two mansions as secret guards.

He also repeatedly instructed that if there was anything unusual, a message must be sent to the Ninth Thousand Year Old immediately.

Only after arranging all the preparations for tomorrow's expedition did he breathe a sigh of relief.

When we returned to Prince Jing's Mansion, the sun had already set and it was dusk.

Chun Xing has carefully packed the luggage that the young lady will take with her tomorrow and is waiting at the gate of Nanyuan.

When he saw the young lady coming back, he went to greet her.