Demoted from wife to concubine? Reborn, the mistress of a noble family plots another high-status mar

Chapter 911

Yun Xiyue understood that if she told them now, they definitely wouldn't believe her.

“Canxue and I might not be a good match. Maybe we should leave her in the snow mountain! She’s very innocent and pure-hearted. The military camp is full of men, and I also feel that it’s not appropriate for her, a girl, to stay in the military camp.”

"I didn't expect her to think I was bullying her."

Canxue froze, abruptly looking up at her, not expecting her to change her expression so quickly. "You..."

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Yun Xiyue looked at her with a smile.

Canxue's face was very ugly, but she couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

I was just secretly annoyed; she was too cunning.

“Master, I want to go with my senior brother, that’s fine.”

Yun Xiyue said, "Then let the Emperor decide. Although you can now be considered my people, matters in the military camp are decided by the Emperor."

Bai Daozi and Ming Dao felt that this arrangement was the best.

They quickly sent someone to invite Murong Yu.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the drill ground a golden-red.

"Your Majesty, the Empress requests your return to the palace."

Murong Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Has something happened?"

"It's because of Canxue's decision to stay or leave." Shadow explained the situation to him in detail. "The Empress discovered that Canxue secretly loves you. She wants to stay by your side at the border, but the Empress disagrees. Now, Bai Daozi has come down from the snow mountain."

After listening, Murong Yu remained indifferent and rode back from the military camp, his black iron armor gleaming sharply in the afterglow.

The red tassel on the helmet danced in the wind, like a leaping flame.

"Back to the city! You guys continue training!"

The armor clung to his body, with broad shoulder blades and layers of plates that made a slight, crisp, rhythmic metallic clanging sound with his movements, like the lingering echo of a war drum on a battlefield.

A black leather belt cinched at his waist, its inlaid gemstones cold and deep, perfectly complementing the stern armor.

His warhorse neighed loudly, its hooves thundering and kicking up a cloud of dust.

He suddenly pulled on the reins at the door, and the warhorse reared up.

"A-Yue." Murong Yu walked towards her step by step, the light reflected from his armor illuminating her eyes.

As Canxue looked at him, her heart pounded involuntarily. His figure was elongated in the setting sun, tall and majestic, each step seemingly carrying the momentum of a thousand troops.

I couldn't help but pound my knees.

But he reserved all his tenderness for Yun Xiyue.

"Your Majesty, please have a sip of chilled lily and lotus seed soup first."

The wind was biting cold in the snow-capped mountains.

In Shazhou City, however, it was the height of summer in June.

Fighting at this time of year makes it easy to suffer from heatstroke.

But he had no choice but to train. Murong Yu hadn’t been on the battlefield for almost two years, and he felt he needed to be trained, so he spent these days in the military camp rehearsing with the soldiers.

Try to achieve what Ghost Hand said: that the soldiers and generals have a tacit understanding.

There was also a method by which Ghost Hand developed a way to train soldiers to be strong.

It had already begun in the military camp, and Murong Yu thought it was great, so he joined in the training.

After finishing his drink, he turned to look at Bai Daozi and his two disciples, saying, "Please sit down, all three of you."

Bai Daozi greatly admired Murong Yu, looking at him as if he were a son, believing him to be the chosen emperor, and that he might have truly perished if Bai Daozi hadn't intervened.

His past life was too full of hardship.

When he agreed to help Yun Xiyue defy fate, a large part of the reason was that he had foreseen Murong Yu's unfortunate path to becoming emperor.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."