The third prince cried and beat his head desperately: "I know her life is miserable, and Tubo is a hell on earth for her, but... But I just don't want to let her go! I can't let her go even if I die!"
"Your Highness," Xie Lun reached out and patted the third prince on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Nine years ago, you were young and had no power, so you were unable to compete with the two royal brothers, and you were unable to protect the princess. But now, you can ”
The third prince suddenly stopped crying. He did not raise his head, but still covered his face tightly. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "Let me think about it."
"Okay," Xie Lun pursed his lips and smiled, "Then I'm waiting for good news."
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Dali Northwest Army Camp.
When Xie Lun came back, the eldest prince and the second prince were no longer there. Xie Lun went straight into the study and saw Zhao Jingting writing a letter in the study.
"Is there anything gained from looking at the eldest prince and the second prince today?" Xie Lun poured two cups of tea and handed one over to him. He sat on the chair casually and glanced at Zhao Jingting with raised eyebrows, annoyed. The son said, "I heard that there was a very handsome translator who came with the two princes. Why did you guys have such a good conversation?"
Zhao Jingting put down the brush, leaned on the backrest, took a sip of tea, then slowly shook his head and said, "It's not enough to say anything."
"They are obviously here to show their goodwill to you, but they also go out of their way to please you and choose a translator with a tender skin and tender flesh to come with them. How can they not agree with each other?" Xie Lun sneered, "It's just that. It's just not what you expected, or the translator is not as handsome as me."
"That's true. I met them with my prejudices, so it's inevitable that they wouldn't be impressed no matter what." Zhao Jingting closed the tea lid and looked at Xie Lun's sour face. "The translator, I didn't even see what the eyebrows and nose look like, but you are jealous again."
"Tch! You're so beautiful," Xie Lun snorted coldly. He felt a lot more comfortable at the moment and squinted at Zhao Jingting, "Are you serious that you didn't see it?"
"With a jealous little person like you, how can I look down on others?" Zhao Jingting pursed her lips and smiled, with a doting look on her face, "But looking at you like this, I have gained a lot."
"Hehe," Xie Lun smiled slyly, "I met the third prince, and we had a very congenial conversation."
"Oh?" Zhao Jingting was so busy that he put down the tea cup in his hand and came over to ask Xie Lun, "How dare you enter the inner courtyard of the Tubo Palace in broad daylight? You are not afraid of people seeing you."
"How can I be so brave? I still expect the Third Prince to live well," Xie Lun also put down the teacup, sat cross-legged in an armchair, and said lazily, "Guess where I met the Third Prince."
"Songbao Palace?" Zhao Jingting blurted out.
"How did you know?" Xie Lunden was stunned for a moment, and then he glared again, "Okay, Zhao Jingting, how dare you send someone to follow me?"
"Where are you following? With your light skills, who can be sent to follow you without being discovered?" Zhao Jingting was so busy shouting injustice that he continued, "It's just that when the princess moved from the palace to Songbao Palace a few days ago, Nanshan was not the representative Did the Northwest Army go over for a visit? As a result, the servants from the Third Prince's Mansion were rushing over to deliver supplements, but no one from the First Prince's Mansion and the Second Prince's Mansion came to visit. Nanshan found it very strange, so he came back and told me. Mouth, I just wrote it down."