Resisting the Wind and Splendor

“My elder brother has already gone to Southern Mongolia. If something really happened, would Grandfather just stand by and do nothing?”

So this matter became connected with my maternal grandfather from the moment my eldest brother set off for southern Mongolia.

There is no doubt about the grandfather's love for his son and daughter.

What's more, there's also his younger uncle there.

The uncle would never stand by and watch his siblings suffer.

“Alright, I will definitely find my most trusted brother to deliver the princess’s letter to the southern border.”

"Go quickly!"

After Jing Lei agreed, he left immediately.

"I've heard that General Ming is incredibly wealthy..." Huo Qing said helplessly, "I'm not after his wealth, I'm just curious."

General Ming Sihai was renowned for his prowess in Dongling.

But he never returned to the capital, or rather, he never came to the capital, making him more mysterious than any of the Zhenyuan Generals.

There are indeed rumors circulating outside that he is richer than a country, and some people with ulterior motives are even spreading rumors that if Ming Sihai wanted the Eastern Tombs, he could take them over at any time.

Of course, such rumors are always accompanied by conspiracies, and the emperor is not a fool; he wouldn't believe them entirely.

However, outsiders have no idea just how wealthy Ming Sihai is.

"Before my grandfather and several masters went to the Southern Frontier, the people lived in dire straits. How could there be any money in such a remote border region? However, in recent years, under my grandfather's leadership, the people have indeed lived a more stable life. They are not wealthy, but at least there are no large-scale starvation incidents."

Southern Xinjiang and Northern Xinjiang are separated by a mountain range, yet they seem like two different worlds.

Especially in the early years, before Prince Mo pacified the northern frontier, the people of the northern frontier truly lived a life of unbearable suffering.

But both of these worlds are remote places, and they have only been developing for a short period of twenty or thirty years. How rich could they be?

“He can definitely make small amounts of money, but not necessarily large amounts. However, as long as my grandfather doesn’t leave the Southern Frontier, the Emperor really can’t do anything about him.”

Moreover, if it weren't for the Ming Dynasty's Four Seas overseeing the southern border, it's uncertain whether it would have descended into chaos again.

Therefore, the emperor should think twice before he tries to harm her maternal grandfather.

"Third Aunt, you don't need to worry about this for now. You'll still have to keep an eye on things outside."

"I know."

Huo Qing nodded, and after the two drank a cup of tea, Huo Qing left.

After that, all was well and three more days passed.

Chu Yueli received Lu Beimo's first letter home.

He said he had arrived in Dingzhou and wrote her a letter as soon as he arrived.

I wonder what Prince Mo was feeling when he wrote this letter. I wonder if he was like me, because it was his first time, and his fingers were still trembling slightly when he opened the envelope.

Does the Great Demon King's fingers tremble when he writes a letter?

Chu Yueli read the letter several times before carefully putting it away, pressing it against her heart, and subconsciously closing her eyes as if to feel the warmth of the letter.

It was like feeling the warmth of the Great Demon King.

But she seemed to have forgotten that she wasn't the only one in the room.

Zisu and Chu Yueli have known each other for so many years, and they have never seen such a sweet expression on the young lady's face. At this moment, they are a little embarrassed. Should they remind the young lady that she is still in the room?

Or should we leave quietly and let the young lady savor the warmth of her memories and longing?

Zisu was cautiously about to leave when, unexpectedly, she accidentally kicked a chair leg as soon as she took a step.