The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 133 Save her a hundred times.

That's a straightforward question.

He Weijing chuckled lightly, his expression somewhat lazy: "I am not very familiar with the Grand Preceptor, so I cannot disclose these matters."

Zhao Yungui was not angry, but calmly said: "Mr. He, do you know that His Highness changed the divination in order to change the fate of death, which will likely bring divine retribution?"

He Weijing smiled and asked, "What is divine retribution?"

"Nine deaths and a lifetime."

“Then I, He, will use these hands to save her a hundred times.”
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The Empress Dowager valued her reputation and dared not openly oppose Zhao Yungui.

So on the third day, the group prepared to return to Chang'an, but Xia Yurong was left at Huguo Temple, where she was told to stay and practice vegetarianism and Buddhist chanting for three months before returning to the capital.

The Empress Dowager sent a large number of tonics to the Princess's residence, including ginseng, donkey-hide gelatin, deer antler, and bird's nest.

Jingmo and Pei Du drove ahead in their carriage, while Jiang Jinshuang followed behind the Empress Dowager's phoenix carriage, sitting in the carriage, feeling utterly bored.

The Imperial Preceptor Zhao Yungui would not accompany them. Jiang Biechen said that he had been restless these past few days and wanted to stay at the temple for a few more days.

The Empress Dowager then agreed and allowed him to take care of Xia Yurong.

There were originally four people when they came, but when they returned to the capital, only she and the Empress Dowager remained.

It's much quieter now.

Outside the carriage, Yan Jue had concealed himself and disappeared from sight. He Weijing followed the carriage, heading towards the capital.

"Does Mr. He mean that Pei Du's injuries are not easy to treat?" Jiang Jinshuang leaned out of the carriage and asked He Weijing.

He Weijing rolled his eyes and was about to explain that it wasn't that his medical skills were lacking: "It's not that it's difficult to treat, it's just that he will suffer a bit."

Of course, he didn't really care.

suffering?

He Weijing didn't explain in detail to her, so Jiang Jinshuang naturally assumed it was the extremely bitter and dark-colored medicine.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jinshuang grinned and shrank her neck.

That must be some really bitter medicine...

He Weijing thought about things more than Jiang Jinshuang.

Pei Du was poisoned years ago, and although he has survived, he has now taken strong medicine, and the old poison is making a final struggle.

These past few days, he's not even able to get out of bed, let alone go out.

He Weijing doesn't usually use hallucinogenic drugs, and he only added some to Pei Du's treatment to alleviate his suffering.

Even so, he still suffered quite a bit.

He simply didn't tell Jiang Jinshuang any of this.

Jiang Jinshuang returned to the carriage and closed her eyes to rest.

This trip to Huguo Temple was not entirely fruitless; at least it proved one thing: that Prince Ruiyang was willing to go to prison and die back then, so those letters and border defense maps were not "false evidence."

However, in this case, it seems that this path has led to a dead end.

Jiang Jinshuang didn't understand. With his uncle's honors and the support of 300,000 black-armored cavalry, not only would Bei Huai not dare to touch him, but even the emperor wouldn't dare to make a move against him.

To put it bluntly, even if Prince Ruiyang were to rebel, he would have a chance of winning.

If someone's achievements overshadow those of their lord, and they wish to retire unscathed, they should surrender their military command and remain in their fiefdom year after year, refusing to leave without an imperial edict.

However, Uncle Wang did not hand over the military tally, and its whereabouts are still unknown.

—In fact, no one knows what the military tally actually looks like.

Even when facing the imperial family, the 300,000 black-armored cavalry, without the military tally, would only obey orders, not summons.

If the Tiger Tally were to appear in the world, whoever possessed it would have an invincible and unbeatable army.

Three years have passed, and the tiger tally has still not appeared.

Jiang Jinshuang even began to suspect that the tiger tally might be in the hands of the imperial family, and that he released the news of the tiger tally's disappearance just to see who had rebellious intentions.

But upon further reflection, Jiang Jinshuang rejected her idea.

—If His Majesty truly possesses the Tiger Tally, there is no need to be overly wary of her.

Judging from His Majesty's behavior, he seems genuinely worried that if he pushes her too far, she might do something drastic.

Strange. With one thread broken, Jiang Jinshuang found herself unable to move.

Outside the carriage, the distant call of a partridge could be heard.

Jiang Jinshuang suddenly opened her eyes, lifted the carriage curtain, and looked outside.

It was Yan Jue's signal; someone had arrived.

Sure enough, not long after, an Imperial Guard rushed forward from the direction of the capital and knelt hurriedly in front of the Empress Dowager's palanquin.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! The prince of the Northern Huai Kingdom, accompanied by his envoys, has arrived at the city gates to pay homage to Your Majesty!"

Yo ho?

Jiang Jinshuang raised her eyebrows slightly.

A few days ago, she was assassinated by the Marquis of the Yin-Yang Blade, and thus guessed that the prince of the Northern Huai Kingdom had also come to the capital.

She just hadn't expected them to act even faster than she anticipated.

On the imperial carriage, the Empress Dowager said in a deep voice, "Hmph! An audience? When envoys from other countries come to pay their respects, they must send a message by carrier pigeon to the imperial court three months in advance. Is the Northern Huai Kingdom here to pay their respects, or to cause trouble?"

Without any prior notice, the Northern Huai Kingdom crossed the border between the two countries and brazenly appeared in the heart of Wan Jin—Chang'an City.

Everyone knows what this means.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty's idea is that since the South Gate has not yet opened, Your Majesty might as well go through the South Gate as well, so as to meet with the prince of Beihuai Kingdom first and probe the situation."

The Empress Dowager frowned, then tapped on the carriage frame. Her personal maidservant stepped forward respectfully: "Go to Huguo Temple and call Bie Chen back."

The maid understood, whispered "Yes," and turned to leave.

The Empress Dowager glanced at the sun and said coldly, "Let's go. I want to see just how unruly this envoy from Beihuai really is."

The ceremonial guard marches ahead.

Jiang Jinshuang and He Weijing exchanged a glance.

He Weijing understood and stopped following the group, heading towards the North Gate alone.

Back then, when Prince Ruiyang defeated Beihuai, Beihuai signed an alliance with Wanjin, promising not to invade again for a hundred years.

The Northern Huai Kingdom harbors resentment towards King Ruiyang. He Weijing was once the military doctor in King Ruiyang's army, so it's possible that someone in the Northern Huai Kingdom knows him.

It's best to avoid letting He Weijing meet with them.

But if you count the time, this alliance has only been signed for three years, and Bei Huai can't sit still anymore?

They came to pay homage, but it was more like they came to probe the current strength of Wan Jin.

These "envoys" moved through so many cities as if they were in an empty place, appearing silently outside the capital.

That alone is enough to explain a lot.

His Majesty must have realized this as well, which is why he wanted the Empress Dowager to go and sound out her opinion.

Jiang Jinshuang lowered the carriage curtain and waited quietly.

……

Before long, the ceremonial procession arrived at the city of Chang'an.

At the south gate, the main gate was not yet open, but a line of more than a hundred people could be seen, tall and strong, quite eye-catching.

Beihuai is different from Wanjin.

The people of Beihuai worship the Snake God. They are tall and fair-skinned. It is said that their royal bloodline consists of the Snake God's offspring, with vertical pupils that, when illuminated by sunlight, resemble snakes locking onto their prey.

The people of Beihuai have very fair skin.

Separated from the border of Wanjin by a mountain, to the south lies Baiyujing, which is covered in snow all year round, while to the north lies Beihuai, which is scorching hot in the summer.

Therefore, the clothing of the Beihuai people is mostly light and revealing.

From a distance, it looks like a pile of white, fluffy glutinous rice balls.

Jiang Jinshuang spotted the two people at the very front at a glance.

One of them was the Yin-Yang Blade Master, Marquis Wanhu, with whom she sparred.

The other one is Prince Beihuai, Wen Fengcang.

Before their group could get any closer, an arrow was shot at them!