New Song Dynasty: My Wife is an Imperial Princess

Even though the weather in Youzhou in June was already getting hot, Wanyan Xi was still startled awake in the middle of the night and broke out in a cold sweat.

Hearing the noise in the bedroom, Xiao Li, who was sleeping in the next room, immediately got out of bed, put on a light robe, and came in from the outer room. She lit the candle on the table, and the dim yellow light immediately spread, illuminating Wan Yanxi's slightly pale face.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Sitting down in front of the bed, Xiao Li handed Wan Yanxi a silk cloth dampened with water.

Feeling the coolness of the silk fabric, Wanyan Xi's heaving chest finally calmed down a bit, but the unease in her heart still lingered, making her feel a little scared: "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare."

But the nightmare was so vivid that she still remembers it vividly, which makes Wanyan Xi feel uneasy and unable to fall asleep peacefully.

"How about we go to Tang Qian tomorrow and ask him to concoct some more calming pills so that Her Highness can get a good night's sleep?"

Wanyan Xi glanced at Xiao Li, a smile playing on her lips: "You can do this and that, do you really think he's an omnipotent god?"

Xiao Li pouted: "I have to admit, Young Master Tang is indeed very knowledgeable and talented, and he is humble and polite. I heard that none of the servants in his mansion have a bad word to say about him. If he had been born in the Great Jin Dynasty, he would definitely have been a perfect match for His Highness."

Wanyan Xi sighed softly: "So, why do the Jin and Song dynasties exist in this world? Why can't two people who are clearly in love stay together forever? Why, even though I am a princess, do I not even have the right to choose my own husband?"

Sensing the sadness in Wanyan Xi's murmured words, Xiao Li didn't know how to comfort her. She could only sigh along with her mistress. The silvery moonlight shining through the window made the whole room even more hazy, much like Wanyan Xi's melancholy mood at that moment.

"Hey, why don't we find an opportunity to have Tang Qian take us south together? Let's find a deserted place and live out our lives like this. Who cares about the Great Jin or the Great Song? What's the point of life if we can't be with the one we love for the rest of our lives?"

"You mean we should elope?" The moment the words left her mouth, Wanyan Xi felt her cheeks burning. But in an instant, she regained her composure. "No, if I just leave like this, what will happen to my father? What will happen to my mother? As a daughter, I cannot be so selfish."

The emperor's power still needs to be consolidated through her own marriage. At least until Wanyan Wuqimai formally abdicates, Wanyan Xi, as a princess, must shoulder her responsibilities.

"Then please grant the marriage, Your Majesty. Your Majesty dotes on Your Highness so much, you will surely grant your request."

Wanyan Xi shook her head with a wry smile: "Putting aside the fact that those powerful and wealthy people wouldn't agree, Tang Qian is already married. Are you suggesting he divorce Zhao Yingluo? If he really did that, I would think he's not a good man."

Zhao Yingluo was Tang Qian's first wife, and also a helpless young girl. If Tang Qian could be so cruel to her, it would be no different from killing her. How could Wanyan Xi dare to share a bed with such a ruthless person?

"This won't work, that won't work, are we really going to miss out like this?"

Wanyan Xi remained silent for a long time, and finally could only sigh, "It's just that we were destined to be apart."

With worries on her mind, Wan Yanxi lay down again, but couldn't fall asleep. In her half-awake state, the nightmare from before seemed to return, making her feel somewhat dazed. She barely managed to hold on until dawn, and when she tried to sit up, her body felt so light that she collapsed back onto the bed, not wanting to move at all.

When news of Wanyan Xi's sudden illness reached the Tang family residence, Zhao Yingluo was the first to rush to visit her. The sickly appearance of the Seventh Princess lying on the bed really startled her: "She was fine yesterday, how did she get sick?"

"I couldn't sleep last night, I was just feeling a little tired, it's not that serious."

Wanyan Xi tried to sit up, but Zhao Yingluo pressed her down with her hand: "Since you're tired, then rest well. I'll ask my husband later to see if he has any way to help you recover."

Wan Yanxi rolled her eyes, then couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Why do you all think Tang Qian is omnipotent?"

Zhao Yingluo's eyes crinkled into a smile: "My husband is my everything. It is indeed unfair of me to say that, but whether Your Highness feels the same way is something you should ask yourself."

"Oh, you dare to tease me like this while I'm not feeling well? Once I'm better, I'll make you pay for it." The two joked around for a while, but seeing that Yan Xi really didn't have much energy, Zhao Yingluo didn't dare to go too far.

Rong'er brought a bowl of rice porridge into the room, and the two of them helped Wan Yanxi sit up. Zhao Yingluo sat by the bed and fed her.

Seeing how much Zhao Yingluo cared for her, Wanyan Xi remained silent for a moment, then said softly, "Youzhou is really not a place for you two to stay for long. Why don't you find an opportunity to go south back to the Song Dynasty as soon as possible? Do not go to Tokyo, go to Jiangnan, Sichuan, or even Lingnan. In short, the farther away from this place of trouble, the better."

Zhao Yingluo's hand holding the bowl of porridge trembled slightly, and her face was filled with solemnity: "Could it be that Your Highness has received some news?"

"I have a feeling that it is not a good thing that Father Emperor has summoned generals from all over the country to the capital. I think they are probably gathering troops to prepare for another southward attack on Song."

After a long silence, Zhao Yingluo let out a soft sigh: "Sigh, my husband was right after all."

After learning that Wanyan Xun had been summoned from Liaoyang, Tang Qian had already made a judgment: this time the Jin army was not harassing, but was truly attacking and seizing territory, intending to completely wipe the Song Dynasty off the map.

"My husband said that the Song Dynasty is about to suffer a devastating disaster, and no one can stop it. The Jin Dynasty is using all its strength, and the Song Dynasty simply cannot withstand such a rapid offensive."

"Did Tang Qian say how you should conduct yourselves?"

Zhao Yingluo's face was etched with bitterness, but her words were quite magnanimous: "My husband and I are both people abandoned by the Song Dynasty. Now we are both considered to be from Youzhou, and we are loyal to the Princess of Youzhou's residence. Whether the Song Dynasty can be defended or not has nothing to do with us."

Wanyan Xi also sighed softly. She did not want to see the scene of continuous war and people suffering. Wouldn't it be better for the two countries to communicate and live in peace? Unfortunately, she was just a weak woman and was born in the wrong era. With her own strength, she could not stop the torrent of history from moving forward.

I only hope that everything is peaceful in Youzhou City.