Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 175 Wei Ming Hou

On the ninth day of the first lunar month, it snowed heavily.

The Ministry of Rites has been making intensive preparations for five days in advance, and the coronation ceremony can be held as soon as Luo Chaoyan returns to Beijing.

But it was hard for the female weavers at Jinxiufang. They had spent so much effort making the robe for the throne, but it was pierced with holes and blood by Zhao Wumian's sword sheath, making it completely unusable. All their hard work was wasted... However, Luo Shuzhi and Luo Chaoyan had different body shapes, so even if the robe was intact, it would be impossible to modify it and reuse it, so just let it be torn.

They could only comfort themselves in their hearts while working overtime, with hundreds of people staying up all night to sew Luo Chaoyan's dragon robe for ascending the throne.

The coronation ceremony really shouldn't be so rushed, but look at it, it's only been more than a month since the late emperor passed away, how many things have happened in Dali inside and out, from top to bottom?
I really can't afford to delay any further.

And Zhao Wumian was also in Jinxiufang.

Clank, clank————

The sound of the loom in the flower house continued to echo in the room.

The vast hall was filled with neatly stacked looms. Female workers were chatting and shuttling back and forth, occasionally passing by Zhao Wumian with all kinds of objects in their hands or arms.

Zhao Wumian stood in the hall of the square. For a moment, no one paid any attention to the regicide who had assassinated the king.

Su Qingqi was wearing a gorgeous dress, with her hands folded on her belly, standing next to Zhao Wumian. Her long hair was simply tied into a youthful and lively lily-like bun, and her waist-length hair hung down behind her. Her temperament was gentle and virtuous, without any of the heroic spirit of a female hero.

She looked at the scenery in front of her, thought for a moment, then tilted her head and said, "They have been busy for five days and four nights. I don't think it will take long to find out about Mu Wanwan's matter. Let's wait until the princess ascends the throne before coming back."

Half an hour has passed since Luo Chaoyan confessed in front of the whole city that it was her who ordered Zhao Wumian to assassinate the king...Now Luo Chaoyan has returned to the palace to prepare for his ascension to the throne.

As soon as she entered the palace, she was pulled away by a female official and didn't even have time to see Zhao Wumian. Zhao Wumian and Su Qingqi came to Jinxiufang to get the dragon robe for ascending the throne and asked about Mu Wanwan.

However, Su Qingqi herself was in a very good mood. She smiled and said, "I never thought that the princess would be so decisive... It's worth it for you to have given so much."

The crime of assassinating the king could not be avoided, but Su Qingqi at least knew that Zhao Wumian had not made a mistake... Luo Chaoyan and Luo Shuzhi were completely different.

As for whether the country would be in turmoil because of this, Su Qingqi didn't want to think about it so much... Let's talk about the future later. If there is a rebellion, suppress it. If there is an ambitious person, chop off his head. At least Zhao Wumian didn't suffer any injustice, right?
Zhao Wumian did not expect Luo Chaoyan to do this to her. Although it was different from what he expected, the empress who was about to ascend the throne would rather let herself come to the throne illegitimately and bear the infamy of killing her brother in order to protect him... Thinking about it emotionally, it was still very satisfying.

Who wouldn't be confused when seeing such a woman...

As he was thinking, he saw a middle-aged woman holding a dragon robe and seeing the two of them, came up to him with a bitter face, "Master Zhao, why are you here again? Our Jinxiufang is not a brothel. How can you come here every day? Won't Miss Su be angry if she sees you?"

This middle-aged woman was Mrs. Wang, the owner of Jinxiufang. Many formal dresses of princes and nobles in the capital were designed by her. When Su Qingqi won the Yuankui plaque, she also gave Su Qingqi a piece of clothing, which is still displayed in Su's mansion.

There was a spy in the workshop, so she could not escape the blame. However, her textile skills were unique in the whole capital, her family background was clean, and the theft of the nine bells was a disgrace to the royal family. The matter was kept secret in the palace, and she was not punished.

Zhao Wumian often came to inquire about Mu Wanwan these days, and he had met Mrs. Wang many times. He had chatted with her a few times when he had time, and actually got some information. However, if Mu Wanwan was really pretending, he didn't know whether she was a man or a woman, so most of the information was useless.

So Zhao Wumian came to Beijing mainly to pick up the dress.

Su Qingqi smiled slightly, "So I followed along... How's the dress?"

Mrs. Wang had dark circles under her eyes. She raised her hand slightly, and many girls came over with trays full of small parts of dresses.
"Master Zhao, please help deliver it to the palace. We really don't have the strength right now. This dragon robe was made in a hurry, and we didn't measure the princess' body closely, so some parts may not fit. It's too late to change it, but it looks fine. It won't damage the royal family's reputation. I hope that when you go to the palace, you can say a few good words for us so that the princess won't blame us..."

After she finished speaking, Mrs. Wang folded the dragon robe in Zhao Wumian's hands, then leaned back on the recliner in the corner of the hall, closed her eyes, and fell asleep in a few seconds.

The other girls from Jinxiufang were putting the remaining clothes into boxes. During this time, Zhao Wumian came to a spinning wheel and looked at the silk fabric on it with a slightly surprised look in his eyes, "What kind of silk is this?"

The girl was about to fall asleep while lying on the spinning wheel, but Zhao Wumian was now a well-known figure in the capital, and... he was also very handsome.

The girl raised her face and smiled, "Cloud Scale Silk comes from silkworms raised in Guixuan Valley. It feels smooth but has a tough texture. It is usually made into hot summer pajamas for ladies."

"Can I touch it?"

"Of course." The girl from Jinxiufang couldn't help but straighten her waist and body, highlighting her straight chest. I guess the answer was not 'Can I touch the silk?'

Seeing this, Su Qingqi's eyes twitched and she quickly ran to Zhao Wumian and glared at the girl from Jinxiufang.

The girl shrank her neck guiltily, avoided his sight and pretended to be dead.

Zhao Wumian touched the silk with a slightly surprised look. How could it feel so smooth? Guixuan Valley was a great sect. If he had the chance, he would definitely pay it a visit.

“Can it be dyed?”

"all right."

"What about making it into pants?"

The girl blinked her eyes, pondered for a moment, and said with a slightly strange expression: "No one would wear this kind of pants... But if you want to wear them, I can ask Madam Wang to try making them... I'll let you know when they're done."

"Thank you."

He left Jinxiufang carrying the wooden box containing the dragon robe.

"You want to wear pants made of silk?" Su Qingqi also looked strange.

Should I wear it? You should wear it.

Zhao Wumian laughed and said nothing more.

When he arrived at the palace, no one dared to stop Zhao Wumian. He didn't even need a token and could enter whenever he wanted.

All the ministers in the court came to the palace and were busy preparing for Luo Chaoyan's coronation ceremony.

Prime Minister Shen Yiwen and Grand Commandant Jiang Benzhen, two important officials of the court, walked through the snow to the front of Taiji Hall, both looking worried.

"Otherwise, why do people say that the princess is the daughter of the Luo family? This look of giving up the kingdom for the lover is not much different from the late emperor." Taiwei Jiang Benzhen sighed and whispered: "Emperor Taizu Gao was similar in his past. He rose from humble beginnings and married Empress Gongsun in a dilapidated temple in the rivers and lakes..."

As he spoke, Jiang Benzhen sighed again. He was a loyal minister when the country was founded, and obviously knew a lot about the past of the world. But now that the words came to his lips and he recalled the past, he was a little unable to continue.

Shen Yiwen was not as sad as Jiang Benzhen. He brushed off the snow on his body and stepped into the palace, saying, "Now that things have come to this, we can only take it one step at a time. The princess is completely different from Luo Shuzhi. She is more like the late emperor... For ministers like me, it is best for the princess to be like this... At least she is clear about rewards and punishments, and she values ​​friendship and loyalty, isn't she?"

"As an emperor, it is not a good thing to value friendship and loyalty."

"The princess knows what's going on, but she still does this. Isn't it for Zhao Wumian?" Shen Yiwen paused for a moment, and then his expression became a little strange. "If Zhao Wumian had fled, it would have been fine. Now that he has ascended the throne, he should be rewarded according to his merits. I wonder how the princess will reward him. Will she really call him into the palace to be the queen?"

"Who knows? Emperor Taizu Gao and Empress Gongsun went through thick and thin together, and now the princess and Zhao Wumian are in a similar situation, but no one knows the specific details or how far the relationship has developed..."

The two old brothers from the court came to the palace. Instead of discussing the matters of the coronation ceremony, they started chatting about the gossip about Luo Chaoyan and Zhao Wumian... But this was actually serious business, and it concerned the foundation of the country.

Shen Yiwen frowned and said, "It is not a safe idea to call a person who assassinated the emperor as the queen. This will make the people think that Zhao Wumian is approaching the princess for this purpose. Who knows, one day she might give her a chronic poison in an attempt to usurp the throne. This will not only damage the imperial power, but someone may also kill the 'evil queen' Zhao Wumian in the name of 'clearing the court'..."

"That's true. Now the princess is 'unethical' for killing her brother. If she is also 'a demon queen who brought disaster to the country'..." Jiang Benzhen frowned. "Now the Rong people are blocking the border again. Dali can't stand any more trouble."

"We'll reward them based on their merits later. You can give them any titles you want, but you can't really call Zhao Wumian into the palace to be the empress... At least we have to wait until we defeat the Rong people and resolve the war in Jin. Right now, there's a lot of work to be done. If the princess gets pregnant right after ascending the throne, not only will she have no energy to handle government affairs, but it will also be rumored that 'the next generation will have the surname Zhao'... This is the downside of having a woman as an empress. Four hundred years ago, the Qian Dynasty's Shendu Empress caused wars everywhere and ruined the Qian Empire because of this."

"Then who will advise the princess later?" Jiang Benzhen asked.

Shen Yiwen had a blank expression on his face. "Zhao Wumian has done the Shen family a favor. If I were to speak up, wouldn't that be an act of ingratitude?"

Jiang Benzhen's eye twitched. Is this old fox waiting for him here?

At this moment, Zhao Wumian's voice came from behind the two of them, "The princess and I have nothing to do with each other. It's too early to talk about whether I will be the queen or not."

The two court ministers' hearts suddenly jumped. Jiang Benzhen was already old and could not stand the fright, and he almost fainted.

Prime Minister Shen Yiwen quickly turned around and saw Zhao Wumian holding a wooden box, standing behind them.

Su Qingqi was there too, but her eyes looked a little dangerous... She was glancing at the two of them, obviously because the two old guys were gossiping about Zhao Wumian, and most importantly, the heroine was not her...

Shen Yiwen put on a gentle smile, maintaining the bearing of a prime minister, and said in a calm voice, "Sir, why are you entering the palace? The coronation ceremony has not yet begun, so you don't need to worry about these preparations. After all, you have worked hard for the past month, so you should let us, the ministers, do something practical, right?"

"The dragon robe has been sewn. Wherever the princess is, I'll send it to her." Zhao Wumian gestured to the wooden box in his hand.

Jiang Benzhen reacted and smiled, "Let the palace maid take it. My lord, go and have a rest..."

Before she could say anything, Shen Yiwen took a step forward, interrupted Jiang Benzhen's words, and said with a faint smile: "The princess has been exhausted from the journey and is now in Qingze Palace... The young master can personally deliver the dragon robe. I think the princess will be happy to know."

Jiang Benzhen looked at Shen Yiwen strangely... What is Qingze Palace? A palace for bathing.

After Luo Chaoyan bathed and changed his clothes, he went to the ancestral temple to worship for a while, and waited for the coronation ceremony to be ready before ascending the throne.

You old man, you just said that Zhao Wumian cannot be the queen, and now you are driving him to the princess's bath?

Shen Yiwen's idea is actually very simple... It is better to open up than to block. These two people have shared hardships and life and death. If there is really any spark, then they should not be roadblocks.

If Luo Chaoyan doesn't get pregnant and Zhao Wumian doesn't become the queen, then these two can do whatever they want in the palace... as long as Luo Chaoyan doesn't indulge in male beauty and doesn't care about state affairs.

Su Qingqi blinked, "Qingze Palace?"

She didn't know that it was a bathing place... After all, she had never lived in the palace, nor had she served as an official in the court, so she didn't know much about the furnishings in the palace.

Before she finished speaking, she saw Shen Yiwen saying to her, "Xiang Ge is alone in the capital, lonely and miserable, and so is the Queen. Now the two of them are in Kunning Palace. When she came, she told me that if Miss Su came to the palace, please go to Kunning Palace to have a chat... I guess she has something important to say."

I have nothing to say to that woman who likes to hook up with my man...Su Qingqi was about to say this when she remembered that this man was the prime minister of the dynasty, and he was only humble because Zhao Wumian was a favorite of the princess.

Moreover, Shen Yiwen was familiar with her father and they had a good relationship. He had also taken good care of the Su family, so Su Qingqi had to call him uncle.

Still have to treat each other with courtesy.

Thinking of this, Su Qingqi had to leave reluctantly to see what that woman Shen Xiangge was doing.

Zhao Wumian did not suspect anything. He held the wooden box, asked for directions, and went to the harem, arriving at a luxurious palace.

There were many palace maids standing outside the hall, and from time to time, palace maids would walk into the hall carrying fruit plates, towels and other things.

Whenever the temple door was slightly opened, a misty hot air would flow out of the temple through the gap.

Seeing Zhao Wumian, the faces of the palace maids passing by changed slightly. How come there is a man in the harem?
Because the Queen is conservative and arrogant, there are no men, not even eunuchs, in the harem.

The eunuchs in the Dali Palace were concentrated in the East Palace and the emperor's study.

It was not until some sharp-eyed palace maids recognized Zhao Wumian's identity that they whispered to their companions around them, and there was a lot of whispering and chattering, followed by bursts of exclamations. Zhao Wumian then saw that the eyes of these palace maids looking at her changed from astonishment to surprise, joy, etc.

A palace maid hurried into the hall to inform Luo Chaoyan.

"Is the princess bathing in the palace?" He saw the hot air escaping and grabbed a palace maid to ask.

The maid blushed and looked away, "Yes, yes..."

Zhao Wumian understood, then looked at the wooden box in his hand and put it on the ground. "This is the dragon robe. Put it on after the princess finishes bathing... I'll be waiting outside."

Just after he walked a few steps, a female official came out and said, "Master Zhao, the princess has something to tell you."

Zhao Wumian picked up the wooden box and was about to enter the hall, "Are you done washing?"

“No, no, no.” The female official turned pale with fear and quickly stopped Zhao Wumian, “Come this way.”

Zhao Wumian was a little speechless, but his relationship with Luo Chaoyan had not developed to the point of "taking a bath together". If he hadn't finished bathing, he really couldn't go in.

The female official led Zhao Wumian to a window. The window was tightly closed and the window paper was very thick. He could not see anything at all. However, with Zhao Wumian's five senses after the unity of man and nature, he could still clearly hear the subtle sound of water drops brushing against his skin and then falling on the water. Judging from the sound, Luo Chaoyan was very close to him, not even three meters away... just separated by a window.

Zhao Wumian came to the window, listened to the sound of water inside, and said nothing.

There was no sound of talking in the hall, and even the sound of flowing water became much fainter, as if Luo Chaoyan was in the hall, frozen in place.

The two had not seen each other since they parted in Pingyang, and only recently they looked at each other on the street.

In fact, they had a lot to say to each other in their hearts, but now that they had the chance, they had thousands of words to say, but they couldn't say them.

baffling.

Until Luo Chaoyan's voice came from behind the window, "Will you blame me?"

"From today on, you are the emperor of Dali. No one has the right to blame you unless you issue an edict of repentance." Zhao Wumian thought for a while and said.

As soon as these words were spoken, there was silence behind the window. A moment later, Zhao Wumian actually heard Luo Chaoyan crying.

Luo Chaoyan cried.

Why are you crying?

The palace maid who was serving Luo Chaoyan in the palace to bathe saw the future Emperor of Dali smiling when he heard the news that Zhao Wumian had arrived, and then swam directly from one end of the bathing pool to the other...which was the only edge of the bathing pool close to the wall.

She just laid her hands on the tiles of the bathtub, raised her little face and looked at the closed window. After a moment's silence, she spoke to Zhao Wumian. After she finished speaking, she actually burst into tears, her eyes red.

The maids panicked, but were more angry... Hey! Zhao Wumian, the princess wanted to talk to you, so she didn't even finish her bath, and she didn't want to wait any longer. But she swam from one end to the other, and you made her cry with just one sentence! ?

Zhao Wumian's voice came from outside the palace, "Why are you crying?"

Luo Chaoyan shed tears and choked up, "You know I don't want to be the emperor. After I become the emperor, there won't be anyone who can blame me? What you mean is that you want to sever ties with me from now on, and make it clear that one of us will be the emperor and the other the minister?"

She was sad in her heart because she was actually afraid that once she became emperor, her relationship with Zhao Wumian would never be the same again.

At the Phoenix Mountain in Pingyang, the two had said that when Luo Chaoyan became the empress, she would heal Zhao Wumian's wounds. What they meant was that no matter how their identities changed, their friendship of living and dying together would not change. But the first thing Zhao Wumian said was to remind her what she should do when she became the emperor... What did that mean? It didn't mean that Zhao Wumian didn't want that friendship, but at least, there was some appearance.

So Luo Chaoyan cried out in sadness and grievance.

"Why should we be so clear-cut?" Zhao Wumian's voice sounded a little surprised. "As an emperor, if you always feel that you are sorry for someone, then you can't do anything well... There are always some decisions that please one party and sacrifice the other... If you keep thinking like this, and always feel that you are sorry for someone, you will live a very tiring life."

"Don't you like me like this? If I'm not like this, then I'm still me?"

Some palace maids were preparing to leave the palace to teach Zhao Wumian a lesson, but when they heard these words, they immediately stopped and their expressions suddenly became strange.

Hiss... these words sound a bit, a bit... like a quarrel between a man and a woman.

If that was the case, it would be bad for them to interrupt. Otherwise, as soon as they went out to scold Zhao Wumian, Luo Chaoyan would be furious and fire them from their positions.

Zhao Wumian remained silent, but Luo Chaoyan continued to cry, and said with a bit of anger: "If you want me to become like an emperor, then shouldn't I take away your military power first? If you don't give it to me, then I will follow my brother's example?"

"Actually, if you want it, I will give it to you. I am just a wanderer, and it is useless for me to have these military powers... I don't care about these things."

Hearing this, Luo Chaoyan's breath was choked, and she became even more angry. "Is this the point?"

Zhao Wumian sighed, "You are too kind, always like this. Being an emperor will be very difficult."

Luo Chaoyan continued to shed tears, her eyes red as she said, "Since I've already taken this position, I'm mentally prepared... But I admitted on the street that I killed my brother. Why? Don't you know? I just don't want you to be wronged? If anyone says that I'm not a good emperor, I will admit my mistakes, but you can't. You just can't say that to me."

The more Luo Chaoyan talked, the more she wanted to cry.

Then Zhao Wumian said, "If that's the case, why did you ask me if I would blame you?"

Luo Chaoyan was stunned, sniffed, then said "oh", then buried her mouth and nose in the bathtub, spitting bubbles, and stopped crying.

What Zhao Wumian meant by this was that given their relationship, there was nothing strange about it, and asking these questions was just pretentious... There were some things that didn't need to be said, and the two of them understood.

That means Zhao Wumian still recognizes that friendship?

Luo Chaoyan didn’t know if it was right to think this way, but if she were to ask in person... she wouldn’t be able to do it without shame.

How can a girl ask these questions? She has no shame.

The two of them were silent for a while, and then Luo Chaoyan suddenly remembered something, "Why did you come here?"

Zhao Wumian also remembered the important matter, "The dragon robe has arrived, I'll send it to you."

Luo Chaoyan blinked her eyes, quickly stood up, and had the maid help her wipe her body, "Then wait a minute."

A moment later, Luo Chaoyan's voice came from the hall, "Come in."

Zhao Wumian walked into Qingze Palace carrying a wooden box. The palace maids standing on both sides lowered their heads and remained silent.

Luo Chaoyan's hair fell behind her waist and she was wearing a goose yellow inner garment. Although she had just taken a shower, nothing could be seen...only her feet were exposed.

Her eyes were still a little red, but she still maintained her usual composure and nodded slightly to Zhao Wumian, "Please help me put on the dragon robe."

Zhao Wumian was slightly stunned, and then looked around, "Is this...appropriate?"

"What's appropriate or inappropriate? You know how I got the throne. If it weren't for you, I would have been tied up and taken to the grassland. How could I sit on the throne?" Luo Chaoyan shook her head slightly, and came to Zhao Wumian with a complicated look in her eyes. Then she lowered her eyes, perhaps with a little shame, and whispered: "You wear it for me, so it can be considered a complete and final matter."

Is pursuing someone with a beginning and an end considered formalism? Zhao Wumian didn't know, but Luo Chaoyan took the blame for him, cried after a few words, and now wanted him to wear a dragon robe for her... It really moved him.

He put the box down and opened it.

The palace maids standing around looked at their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses, pretending that they saw nothing.

It would have been fine for Zhao Wumian, a man, to enter and leave the harem, and it would have been fine if he had made the emperor cry and no one was held accountable, but now he is helping the emperor to dress?
Don’t look at it, don’t ask about it, don’t talk about it.

The palace maids kept in mind these three key points for survival in the harem.

He squatted down and looked at the dragon robes in the box. After a few glances, he was in a dilemma. Then he looked up at Luo Chaoyan, "Which one should I wear first?"

Luo Chaoyan chuckled, "Is there something in this world that you don't know?"

"I don't know what you like to eat."

Luo Chaoyan was slightly stunned, and then smiled and said, "The big plate chicken I had in Jin before was pretty good, and it suits my taste."

After that, Luo Chaoyan also squatted down, and looked at the clothes in the wooden box with Zhao Wumian. She picked it up with her little hand and took out a piece of clothing, "This one looks like it's worn inside."

The corner of a female official's eye twitched suddenly, and she stepped forward quickly, "No, no, how can you wear a dragon robe casually... Let me choose it."

The female official took out a close-fitting inner garment embroidered with dragon patterns from the wooden box and said, "Put this on first."

Luo Chaoyan stood up, supported by her knees, opened her arms, and stared at Zhao Wumian with her beautiful eyes, very aggressively.

Zhao Wumian took the underwear and couldn't help but say, "You are really acting like an emperor at this moment."

"Without further ado."

Zhao Wumian held Luo Chaoyan's forearm, passed through the cuffs, put on the robe, smoothed the wrinkles of the robe with both hands, and gently stroked Luo Chaoyan's back, forearm, waist and abdomen.

The two of them were so close that they could both feel the heat escaping from each other's body surface.

Zhao Wumian's hands were extremely hot, and every time they touched an inch of land, it felt like an electric current passing through, even through clothing.

Zhao Wumian had a stern face, but it was a little difficult to keep it tight... Although there was clothing between them, he could still feel the smoothness, softness and elasticity of Luo Chaoyan's skin when he gently stroked it.

Luo Chaoyan lifted a few strands of hair that were caught in her clothes and brushed them against Zhao Wumian's face. It had a faint fragrance that was itchy and also made people feel itchy.

The female official handed over the coat.

Zhao Wumian took it and put it on Luo Chaoyan.

Coming in front of Luo Chaoyan, Zhao Wumian pinched the front of the dragon robe with both hands.

Luo Chaoyan stared straight into his eyes.

Zhao Wumian's hands closed the dragon robe, from the waist to the chest... But when his fingertips were about to slide across the front of the chest, Luo Chaoyan couldn't help but look away, a little shy, and whispered: "I'll do it..."

"Well... after all, she is a woman, so it is inevitable that there will be some inconveniences."

Zhao Wumian let go of his hand, and for some reason, he felt that his voice was a little obscure.

After these words were spoken, the atmosphere between the two finally became somewhat ambiguous.

As if to change the subject, Luo Chaoyan asked, "What reward do you want?"

"I helped you in the beginning mainly to use the power of the court to track down my enemies. As for rewards, I haven't thought about it." Zhao Wumian relaxed a little when talking about business. After thinking for a while, he said, "You decide on the reward."

"A title?"

"What title?"

"There are five levels of nobility: Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount and Baron. Those who can be granted the title of Duke have all made great contributions to Dali and have great prestige in the court and among the people... I would like to grant you the title of 'Duke', but I'm afraid it will be difficult." Luo Chaoyan felt a little guilty.

Zhao Wumian chuckled, "Then make him a marquis. After all, if I protect you and make you emperor, directly making you a marquis will not cause any opposition and it will also show that rewards and punishments are clear."

"Are the rewards and punishments clear? With your achievements, just the title of 'Marquis' is not enough." Luo Chaoyan sighed lightly.

"That's enough for outsiders."

The eyes of the surrounding palace maids jumped again, meaning that you two are the 'inside' and the others are the 'outside'?
Luo Chaoyan thought for a moment, "There are many titles of marquis, such as Marquis of Bole, Marquis of Anguo, Marquis of Wenxin... Each title has a different meaning. Some are responsible for responsibilities, such as guarding the border, and some are simply named after the fiefdom... You command an army of 200,000 in Jin, so you should be named 'Marquis of Dingyuan' or 'Marquis of Anjin'."

"Choose something nice."

Luo Chaoyan chuckled, then turned her beautiful eyes and smiled, "Shall I pick one for you?"

"Take what?"

"Marquis Weiming...how is it?" Luo Chaoyan asked.

Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment, "It's not yet dawn, it's night, it's sleepless... Is this what you mean?"

"I guess so." Luo Chaoyan straightened his clothes and smiled at Zhao Wumian.

Kind of, but not completely.

Luo Chaoyan meant that this title was chosen by her personally and belonged to her alone.

It was still dark when they met, and it was still daybreak... She couldn't sleep either.

(End of this chapter)