After the divorce, I pursued the Ninth Prince 100 times.

Xie Tingyu's expression froze, and he immediately became furious: "Doesn't she know that I have to go to the palace to see the emperor today? Why is she returning to the Marquis' Mansion at this time!"

The maid lowered her head and said, "The princess said she would come to the palace to see the emperor. Since you have important matters to attend to, don't go. She will explain to His Majesty on your behalf."

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After Shen Nanxing returned to Nanyuan with her two maids, she did not dress up carefully. She just changed into a green dress and a pair of pure white embroidered shoes, and asked Chunxing to put the simplest bun on her hair.

She took the two maids back to the marquis's mansion.

Sitting in the sedan chair all the way, she closed her eyes and dozed off, and thought of the shameless appearance of Xie Tingyu and her half-sister entangled in the big bed just now.

Unlike the sadness and grief she felt in her previous life when she first learned about their affair, this time she not only did not feel sad at all, but she even found it ridiculous.

Such a disgusting man was actually all her girlish thoughts in her previous life.

Until her death, she was still thinking about him.

At that time, she was hanging on the city wall, gazing into the distance every day, hoping that he would come to rescue her, but also afraid that if he came, the trap set by the Donglai people would hurt him...

Even at the last moment of her life, she was still feeling grateful in her heart.

Fortunately, he didn't come, otherwise we wouldn't be in danger.

But it was not until later when this man was beaten half to death by Fu Jiuli and knelt in front of her grave to repent that she realized that it turned out that all this was planned by this man.

Just for the most powerful cavalry of North Vietnam in her hands, the Mingwei Iron Cavalry.

He thought that after she died, he could, under the pretext of avenging her, give an order and take the Mingwei Iron Cavalry for himself.

In this way, he would have a 90% chance of seizing that position.

But what he didn't know was that this army was founded by her grandfather, General Xu Mingwei, and only took orders from her grandfather.

Although her grandfather gave her the token, if she really wanted this army to recognize her as their leader, in addition to the fact that she was her grandfather's bloodline, she also needed to convince them with her own strength. Otherwise, they would rather hide in the market forever.

And she, in her previous life, never got their approval until her death.

As for him, a fool who only knows how to indulge in sensual pleasures, it is even more impossible.

Shen Nanxing closed his eyes tightly, suppressing the hatred that was about to burst out from his eyes.

In this life, she is determined to be the Mingwei Iron Cavalry!

The territory of Beiyue was built by her grandfather who had spent half his life in war, leading the Mingwei Iron Cavalry through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and together with the late emperor, she must protect it.

In her previous life, after her death, North Vietnam was destroyed by Dong Lai...

As she closed her eyes, she fell into dream again. She dreamed of the piercing pain in her body, the overwhelming blood, and the man whose hair turned white overnight.

It was not until the door of the sedan was knocked that she suddenly woke up, her heart beating like a drum and cold sweat on her forehead.

Xiao Tao's voice came from outside: "Miss, we've arrived."

Shen Nanxing lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and saw the gate of Nanyang Marquis Mansion at a glance.

On both sides of the gate were two majestic stone lions. At the door, Uncle Zhang, whom she had known since childhood, was talking to the guard at the gate, with his usual kind expression on his face.

Her eyes were wet.

Uncle Zhang is the housekeeper of the mansion. He has managed the mansion in perfect order for many years and is an expert at accounting. It can be said that there are few people in the entire capital who can compare with him.

He can hold a pen, but he can't fight at all!

But in her previous life, when she was hanging on the city wall and dying, she clearly saw his figure among the small group of people led by her grandfather.

At that time, she had clearly felt the passage of life, but for some reason, her vision became exceptionally clear.

She saw Zhang Bo's hands, which could only hold a pen, raise a big knife to save her. After hesitantly killing a man, his face was splattered with blood. Then his face was full of panic, and his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even hold the knife.

But when the enemy's knife was about to strike my grandfather's back, he blocked it without hesitation...

Shen Nanxing blinked and forced back the tears.

None of this will happen in this lifetime.

When she went out today, she deliberately wore a pair of white embroidered shoes, which were now stained with blood, just in time to show her sympathy to her grandfather.

Thinking of the old man's usual arrogance, Shen Nanxing couldn't help but pursed her lips.

He will be heartbroken soon.

However, when her eyes fell on her feet, she was stunned.

There wasn't a trace of blood on the shoe!

After feeling it carefully, it seemed that apart from the cool feeling, even the pain was extremely mild.

"This..." Shen Nanxing frowned.

Xiao Tao followed her gaze and exclaimed in surprise, "Miss, what medicine did you use today? It's so effective! It's only been a short time and there's no bleeding!"

Shen Nanxing took out the small porcelain-white medicine bottle from his arms.

After applying the medicine in the morning, she took it into her arms. After all, this was the first gift the man gave her.

She hadn't looked closely in the house before, but now under the sunlight, she could see the complex patterns on the bottle. It was clearly the special medicine for wounds supplied by the palace.

It is said that this medicine comes from southern Xinjiang and is extremely precious. Normally, only the emperor and the empress dowager are qualified to use this medicine, and concubines are not qualified.

Using it to clean her foot wound is a waste of talent...

Shen Nanxing held his forehead helplessly and carefully put the small medicine bottle back into his arms.

Ignoring the two maids' attempts to stop her, she stomped her feet a few times until she saw conspicuous bloodstains seeping through her white shoes before she stopped.

When she got off the carriage, her eyes were red and she looked extremely aggrieved. Supported by Chunxing and Xiaotao, she walked step by step toward the gate of the Marquis's mansion.

Before he even reached the stairs, he happened to meet an old man with a white beard and dressed in official uniform walking out of the mansion.

The grandfather and grandson bumped into each other at the gate of the marquis' mansion.