Shen Chengzhou and Ling Xiao fought against the enemy and made great contributions, successively recovering the cities occupied by the Northern Zhou Dynasty. This time, Song Zhicheng went out to rectify Taizhou, which had just been recovered.
When the group was halfway through their journey and passed a post station, Song Zhicheng got off his horse and went to the post station to rest.
He hadn't smiled since he set out, and there seemed to be a layer of gloom surrounding him, making people afraid to approach him.
There were so many ministers in the court, and there were certainly people who were more suitable than him to take on this task. But the emperor chose him, which made Song Zhicheng very happy.
It is not an easy task to refurbish a city. It will take at least half a year. Who can guarantee that nothing will happen in this half year
The court was in a state of flux, and Song Zhiqing understood this the best. He had used this to win over the ministers, and, using the fact that Wei Xun had killed He An, he asked the emperor to send Wei Xun to the northern border for training.
Unexpectedly, the situation changed and it happened to him in a blink of an eye.
Wei Xun, who was supposed to stay in Northern Frontier for two years, returned after only half a year.
In half a year, as long as one is determined, it is not difficult to accomplish things. Song Zhicheng even suspected that it was Wei Xun's idea that he was called to Taizhou.
Thinking of this, Song Zhicheng became even angrier.
"The eldest prince."
A man arrived at the post station with the sound of horse hooves. He immediately rushed to Song Zhicheng and told him the news he had found out.
"What?!" Song Zhicheng was dumbfounded after hearing this.
At the morning court today, Wei Xun accused two officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Communications of accepting bribes and neglecting their duties. The emperor stripped them of their official positions and demoted them three levels.
And those two happened to be Song Zhicheng's men.
It seems that Wei Xun had already started taking action a few days ago.
Song Zhicheng was so angry that he smashed the teacup in his hand.
"Your Highness, please calm down!" the guard hurriedly comforted him.
Calm down? How could he calm down? Song Zhicheng wished he could go back right now and kill Wei Xun.
But he couldn't go back to the capital, nor could he kill Wei Xun.
This made Song Zhicheng feel extremely frustrated.
"In just two or three days, Wei Xun has already taken action. I will be away for at least half a year. With Wei Xun around, there will be chaos in the court." Song Zhicheng gritted his teeth.
"What should we do next, Your Highness? Does your Highness have any ideas?" asked the guard.
Song Zhicheng's eyes were slightly dim, and he fell into deep thought.
Since he already knew Wei Xun's ambition, he could no longer sit idly by and let Wei Xun ride on his head.
But he is not in the capital now, so he cannot confront him face to face...
“Yes.”
Suddenly, a gleam of pride flashed across Song Zhicheng's eyes.
He has a weak spot, and Wei Xun also has a weak spot. Hit the snake at its weak spot, and the same is true for dealing with Wei Xun.
Capital city, royal palace.
What happened on Song Zhicheng's side had been brought back to him by his attendants.
Wei Xun leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and tapped the edge of the table with his slender fingers, looking extremely relaxed.
"Your Highness, do you want to strengthen our defense to prevent any action from the eldest prince?" Wei Yi asked.
"Where should we strengthen the defense?" Wei Xun asked Wei Yi.
Wei Yi was speechless.
"Song Zhicheng is not in the city now, so naturally he won't do anything by himself. This is a good opportunity for me to see how many of his own people he has placed in the court." Wei Xun chuckled, with a hint of contempt in his words.
"However, Wanwan really needs more attention." Wei Xun thought of Ling Qingwan and immediately put away his smile. "Go ahead and make arrangements. Send a few more people to secretly protect Wanwan. Don't let her know."
Ling Qingwan is a worrisome person. If she knew that he was dealing with Song Zhicheng now, she would definitely be worried about him.
"I understand." Wei Yi agreed.
"By the way, speaking of Miss Ling Er, I have something else to say..." Wei Yi hesitated and looked like he had something to hide.
"Tell me." Wei Xun couldn't help but be curious.
"When I investigated Lord Sun from the Ministry of Rites, I discovered that he had asked the palace eunuchs for permission two days ago to marry Ling Qingwan to the eldest prince."
As Wei Yi spoke, he looked at Wei Xun cautiously.
He knew Wei Xun. Once something happened regarding Ling Qingwan, Wei Xun would be particularly concerned.
As expected, after hearing Wei Yi's words, Wei Xun became furious.
The palace eunuchs were the trusted department of the emperor, specializing in unifying and organizing the opinions of the officials in the court and reporting them to the emperor. After hearing too many words about betrothing Ling Qingwan to Song Zhicheng, the emperor might be shaken.
After all, Ling Qingwan and Wei Xun have not yet confirmed their engagement, so anything could happen.
"Song Zhicheng is so bold that he actually dares to covet my people." Wei Xun snorted coldly.
However, Song Zhicheng could never have imagined that it was not that Wei Xun did not have the imperial edict, but that he did not ask the emperor to sign it immediately out of respect for Ling Qingwan.
Now the imperial edict is in Ling Qingwan's hands, and their engagement can take effect at any time. In fact, as long as Ling Qingwan is willing, they can get married tomorrow.
When Wei Xun thought that Song Zhicheng wanted to take Ling Qingwan for himself, he became so angry that he wished he could cut Song Zhicheng into pieces.
Not to mention that everyone in the capital knew that Ling Qingwan belonged to him, Wei Xun. Song Zhicheng was already engaged, and the candidates for the main and concubines had been decided. If Ling Qingwan really married, she could only be a concubine.
Song Zhicheng actually wanted Ling Qingwan, the person he loved most in his heart, to be his concubine.
The more Wei Xun thought about it, the angrier he became, and he clenched his hands into fists.
That night.
Ling Qingwan stood in front of the window, staring at the green bamboos outside.
Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me, and before I could turn around, Wei Xun embraced me.
Wei Xun rested his head on Ling Qingwan's shoulder, greedily sucking in the scent of Ling Qingwan's body.
"What's wrong?" Ling Qingwan asked softly.
There's something wrong with Wei Xun today.
"Nothing." Wei Xun shook his head. He didn't want to make Ling Qingwan worry, nor did he want to cause trouble for Ling Qingwan. "I just missed you."
Wei Xun murmured, he looked more like a woman.
"We just met two days ago." Ling Qingwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Is this still the same decisive Seventh Prince
"It doesn't matter if we met a few days ago. Unless I can see you every moment, I will miss you." Wei Xun actually acted like a spoiled child with Ling Qingwan. "No, even if I can see you every moment, I will still miss you."
Ling Qingwan's heart has become as soft as water.
"What should I do? Are you going to spend the rest of your life thinking about me?"
"I'd love to!" Wei Xun pouted.
Not to mention others, even Ling Qingwan had never seen Wei Xun like this. Ling Qingwan always felt that Wei Xun had encountered something.
But it doesn't look like a bad thing.
Both she and Wei Xun are people who know what is important and what is not. If something really serious happens, Wei Xun will not talk about love with her.
That's right. Seeing that Wei Xun didn't say anything, Ling Qingwan didn't ask any more questions.
She turned around and hugged Wei Xun.
"Wan Wan."
"Um?"
"You are mine." Wei Xun said solemnly.
"Isn't that right?"
As if he was uncertain, and as if he was afraid, Wei Xun asked Ling Qingwan all the questions.
"Yes." Ling Qingwan also answered very solemnly.
She belongs to herself and also to Wei Xun.