Shocking! Five men are in love with the same woman!

Lingyan looked at He Jingchuan and calmly analyzed, "The incident at the palace banquet last time was all the work of Consort Shu. Now that this has happened, it's impossible to win you over. The only option is to control and coerce you. Although the other princes also want to win you over, they haven't reached the point where they can force you to break off relations."

He Jingchuan nodded in agreement, saying, "That's right. The other princes' methods are all appeasement. They don't want to antagonize me or force me. The Second Prince's faction was the same in the past because they thought I would fall for the Fifth Princess, so they weren't forceful. But now it's different."

Xiao Muyao continued their conversation, saying, "I received news some time ago that the Second Prince had sent someone on a long journey. Based on my understanding of my other brothers, it must have been them who did it."

That would be solid evidence.

They're the ones who did it.

However, without evidence, they cannot be touched.

Based solely on that box of pastries?

impossible.

The group was so angry they were itching to fight.

It is utterly immoral and outrageous that such a devastating thing could be used on an eight-year-old child!

He Jin'an was filled with lingering fear once again.

Consort Shu and the Second Prince are truly despicable.

Lingyan said with great concern, "This thing is so harmful, and we don't even know who they've used it on. Someone may have already been affected. You two should investigate thoroughly. We absolutely cannot let this thing enter the court or the common people and harm the Great Zhao."

After listening, the two men became more solemn than ever before.

They all nodded in agreement.

They will definitely investigate thoroughly to prevent it from harming anyone.

Night had fallen, and the stars twinkled in the sky. Considering his younger brother's young age, He Jingchuan told He Jin'an to go and rest.

After only three people remained, He Jingchuan hurriedly explained to Ling Yan, "I saved Jiang Muxue's life a few years ago. I haven't spoken many words to her, nor have I met her many times. I didn't know she had feelings for me. Please don't misunderstand, there's nothing wrong between us."

Lingyan certainly didn't misunderstand.

She could tell from He Jingchuan's attitude towards Jiang Muxue without her saying anything.

It's not even worth mentioning how much He Jingchuan gave up for her.

Even if the two of them had a past relationship, she wouldn't be jealous or angry.

This is probably the advantage of focusing only on physical attraction and not emotional connection.

She felt no emotion whatsoever, remaining as calm as if this person were a complete stranger.

Well, there was still a slight ripple.

But that was just possessiveness at play.

She doesn't like others constantly coveting her things and her person.

She trusted He Jingchuan, so she didn't take it to heart.

She looked at He Jingchuan, who was eager to explain, afraid that she might have misunderstood something.

A gentle and calm smile appeared on her lips as she said softly, "You don't need to be so nervous and afraid. I have never misunderstood you in the slightest, and I have always believed in you."

Upon hearing this, He Jingchuan's tense nerves finally relaxed, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, his eyes sparkling with a sense of relief: "You trust me, that's enough."

Ling Yan's smile became even brighter, her eyes seemingly holding the stars.

She looked at her and said softly, "Of course I believe you, because you are the great general I have kept in my heart since I was thirteen!"

Lingyan's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to more than two years ago.

She was thirteen years old that year, and she and Yunmeng sneaked out to go to the street again.

As noon approached, just as they were preparing to find a quiet place to enjoy lunch.

Suddenly, a commotion arose from the street, and the crowd surged in one direction like a tide.

They all shouted in unison, "The Great General has returned in triumph!"

"Come quick, look! The General is back!"

"Go quickly to greet the Great General!"

Lingyan's heart stirred upon hearing this.

General?

Is that General He?

Is he the prodigy who became famous throughout the seven kingdoms on his first battlefield at the age of fourteen?

Is he a once-in-a-century or even once-in-a-millennium general?

Is he also that undefeated, ever-victorious general? The new generation's god of war?

He's returning in triumph today, so she definitely has to go and see for herself.

Lingyan felt a strong interest and curiosity, and she pulled Yunmeng along with the crowd towards the city gate.

We arrived at the city gate.

The wide street seemed to be imbued with magical power, shining brightly under the sunlight.

People surged in from all directions like a raging tide, crowding densely on both sides of the road.

The crowd was like a boundless ocean, stretching as far as the eye could see, as if the entire city had gathered here.

The old trees along the street, like wise elders who have witnessed many vicissitudes, looked down on everything with loving eyes. Their thick branches swayed slightly, as if they were cheering for the return of the army.

The distant sky was as blue as a jewel, with a few wisps of white clouds drifting by occasionally, like sacred hadas (ceremonial scarves).

Men, women, and children alike beamed with excitement and joy, holding flowers and colorful flags, their eyes sparkling with starlight-like excitement.

Children darted and jumped excitedly through the crowd like joyful little birds, young men stood tall and straight like pine trees, and girls, dressed up carefully, gazed into the distance with the anticipation of a deer's beating heart.

The elderly were filled with emotion and relief, their eyes brimming with tears, like precious pearls, as they quietly awaited the army's return.

Finally, the sound of horses' hooves, like war drums, came from afar.

Then a procession riding tall horses slowly approached.

They were clad in golden armor, which gleamed in the sunlight, and their imposing appearance drew cheers from the crowd.

The people shouted in unison, their voices rising higher and higher like surging waves. They threw flowers at the army like colorful raindrops, and the colorful flags fluttered in the wind, as if playing a victory symphony.

At that moment, the entire street became a sea of ​​joy, as people welcomed the army's triumphant return in the most enthusiastic way, celebrating this great victory and glory together.

As the saying goes: "Hearing of your triumphant return, I ride in on horseback; seeing you galloping through the fragrant blossoms."

That's just how things are right now.

Ling Yan kept her eyes fixed on the young general who rode in like a god.

His silver armor gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight, and the red tassel on his helmet danced wildly in the wind.

His eyebrows were sharply raised, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, shining like cold stars, revealing his determination and courage.

Beneath his high, straight nose, his lips were slightly upturned, and he exuded an irresistible air of heroism. The cloak behind him fluttered in the wind, as if telling of the glory and splendor of the battlefield.

He gripped the reins tightly with his left hand and held the precious sword that had slain countless enemies on the battlefield in his right, the patterns on the scabbard gleaming in the sunlight.

The red cloak around his waist fluttered in the wind, like a blazing flame, making him appear even more majestic and extraordinary.

Youth is as radiant as a blazing fire, as vibrant as the blazing sun.

He comes from the light; he himself is the light.

For a moment, she didn't know if it was the light emanating from him that pierced her or the midday sun that was so warm, but she felt her heart burning.

She couldn't take her eyes off him.

She looked at him and smiled radiantly, as dazzling as the stars.

From that moment on, she remembered him.

It has nothing to do with love or romance.

I simply thought that the scene was so beautiful, so beautiful, that I still remember it vividly to this day.

She felt she might remember it for a very long time.

So how could she allow someone like that to be manipulated and controlled, to become a pawn or a weapon in someone else's hands?

She didn't want the young general in her heart to disappear.

He should always be unrestrained, always vibrant, always radiant, and always free.

Always be the light for yourself and others.