Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 307 Can I Marry You? (8,000)
That girl Xueying...

Song Yan's expression became somewhat strange. Because he frequently traveled between Xinhou County and Pingyang City, Luo Yuheng left Xueying and Dieyi in Xinhou County so that Song Yan would have someone to serve him no matter where he was.

Xueying was naturally lively and, unaware of Princess Nakhtoya's identity, simply made a joke.

It was probably not meant with any malice.

Xueying probably didn't expect Nahetoya to be so honest; she actually came when she was asked to.

Looking at Nakhtoya opposite him, her cheeks were slightly flushed, but her eyes were open and she wasn't too shy. It was as if helping Song Yan bathe and sleeping with him was just a casual thing. Her demeanor left Song Yan speechless: "You actually came when I told you to? Didn't you notice that Xueying was teasing you?"

Nakhtoya tilted her head: "Just kidding? I don't think so."

Huh?
Song Yan was somewhat bewildered.

Nakhtoya doesn't seem stupid, how could she not notice such a small thing?

“You attacked the royal court and defeated my personal guards. Now that I’ve been captured by you, I belong to you. Isn’t that a normal thing?” Nakhtoya blinked. “In the Jurchen tribe, the strong possess everything, and the weak cannot protect their wives even if they have them. If someone else takes a liking to a woman, as long as they defeat him, they can drag her into a tent or into the woods.”

The Jurchens have always had this tradition, and everyone is used to it. No one thinks it's wrong, but this has led to a serious problem: many people's children are not their own.

Her voice was calm, as if she were simply recounting something very ordinary:

"Of course, I know that you people from the Central Plains value chastity, but you can rest assured that I am, after all, a princess of the Blackwater tribe, and no one dares to take me away. My agreement with Wanyan Guangzhi is only that we will get married after the war. He hasn't had a chance to touch me yet, so I am not yet his true queen."

"From the perspective of you Central Plains people, I should still be a pure woman."

Song Yan's forehead was covered in black lines. This woman didn't understand anything serious, but she knew a lot of messy things.

Doesn't she qualify as a true princess?
So, even if he were to eat Nakhtoya now, it wouldn't be considered overstepping his bounds? Having been in this world for many years, Song Yan is no longer as rigid as before.

It is growth, but also sorrow.

In many situations, Song Yan no longer simply considers things based on his preferences, but also whether the matter is beneficial to himself.

Just like becoming a live-in son-in-law, just like Nakhtoya.

This was the most beautiful woman of the Jurchen tribe, but to Song Yan, who had seen many beauties, she was only considered above average. She couldn't compare to his sister-in-law, Luo Tianxuan, or Gu Banxia; she was roughly on par with the young maids like Kong Chan and Die Yi. Although she possessed a heroic spirit that most women lacked, it wasn't enough to make Song Yan infatuated.

However, Nakhtoya's value was unmatched by that of ordinary women.

Her horse-taming skills, her expertise in breeding warhorses, her familiarity with the Haixi Grassland, and that gold mine—all these were extremely valuable to Song Yan. This might sound a bit like a scumbag, but Song Yan probably wouldn't hand Nahtoya over to anyone else. Even if Emperor Ninghe objected, he would likely find a way to take Nahtoya away.

Seeing that Nakhtoya was still standing there blankly, as if waiting for his command, Song Yan smiled and waved his hand: "Give me a back rub."

Nakhtoya pursed her lips, silently walked behind Song Yan, placed the clothes in her hand on the table, picked up a towel draped next to the bathtub, soaked it, and vigorously rubbed Song Yan's back.

There are some scars on my back.

Most of them were left over from when they lived in the Duke's mansion.

The room was very quiet, with the candlelight flickering gently, making the room alternate between light and shadow.

"Actually, it's not really appropriate for you to scrub my back. You're not a servant in my household." Song Yan sighed, leaning back against the bathtub with her hands resting on the rim.

Nakhtoya parted her cherry lips slightly: "I am your captive."

“But you and I have reached a cooperation agreement, so we should now be considered trading partners.”

The slightly rough towel rubbed mud and grime onto my shoulders; after ten days on the Haixi Grassland, I had inevitably accumulated quite a bit of grime.

What are your plans for the future?

Nakhtoya, who has always appeared somewhat heroic, showed a rare hint of confusion.

"It seems you still don't know what to do next." Song Yan's smile deepened. He was still a bit inexperienced. Arriving in a completely unfamiliar place for the first time, he was curious but also a little scared.

Fear of one's future.

"Since that's the case, I'll give you a few options."

"You helped me draw a map of the Haixi Grassland, told me the location of the gold mines, and taught me how to tame horses and breed warhorses," Song Yan pondered. "In return, I will give you a household registration certificate from Pingyang Prefecture in Ningguo, granting you freedom. From then on, you can live freely in Ningguo... Even in the memorials submitted to the imperial court, I will conceal your existence as the princess of the Blackwater Tribe and the future queen consort of Wanyan Guangzhi."

"Of course, it's best not to leave Pingyang Prefecture. This is my territory. For the sake of our relationship, even if you encounter trouble, I can help you solve it. But if you leave Pingyang Prefecture, I may not be able to lend a hand."

"In the future, if you meet a man you like, you can marry him, have children, and it's all up to you."

Nakhtoya frowned.

The man I like?
married?

Having a child?

For Nakhtoya, this was probably a somewhat unfamiliar term.

In her eyes, the man before her, who could trample the royal court on horseback, was the most powerful man she had ever encountered.

So Nakhtoya asked, "Can I marry you?"

The Jurchen people revered military strength.

Only a strong man can protect his woman from harm. Wanyan Guangzhi is different. Although he is strong, he is the kind of man who would let his woman die for the sake of ruling... As for feelings, they don't talk about that.

Nakhtoya felt no shame whatsoever, saying whatever came to mind as if it were perfectly natural.

Song Yan, however, was startled by Nakhtoya's words and suddenly coughed. "Are all women from other races this unrestrained?"

"I already have a wife."

“It doesn’t matter, my father had more than seventy wives.”

hiss!
This left Song Yan utterly shocked.

Goodness, more than seventy.

Although it is said that emperors had three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines, very few emperors could actually achieve that level of power.

That guy from the Blackwater Tribe, he must be in really good shape. Maybe he eats too much ginseng, tiger penis, bear bile, and deer antler.

Song Yan roughly understood why Nakhtoya had developed such values, so he coughed and said, "If you want to stay by my side, you can."

"I'll arrange some things for you to do..."

"How about setting aside a few days each month to go to the military camp and teach my soldiers horsemanship?"

The Iron Pagoda was formed, and those men could ride horses, but after this expedition, Song Yan could clearly see the gap in horsemanship between his cavalry and the Jurchen cavalry.

"As for the rest of the time, you can arrange it yourself, and I will not impose any other restrictions on you."

Nakhtoya nodded; it wasn't a problem for her.

"In addition, you need to come with me to Dongling. If you want to stay by my side, this matter needs the approval of the Emperor of Ningguo."

Nakhtoya glanced at Song Yan, wondering why her marriage needed the emperor's approval, but she still obediently nodded: "Okay!"

The room fell silent once more.

After wiping away the water droplets with a cotton towel and changing into a clean set of cotton clothes, Song Yan felt refreshed. Opening the door, a gust of night wind blew in, causing Song Yan to shiver slightly, and the water droplets on her head seemed about to freeze.

Without a hair dryer, it's still a bit of a hassle.

"Pick any of those rooms you like." Pointing to the rooms in the back courtyard, Song Yan said, "If you need tooth powder, toothbrushes, or anything else, just ask Xueying, and she'll get it for you."

Nakhtoya nodded again; she seemed to say very little.

Just then, Song Yan sniffed, suddenly leaned close to Nakhtoya's slender neck, and took a deep sniff.

Itchy.

Nakhtoya's neck broke out in goosebumps: "What are you doing?"

"Why don't you go take a shower too?"

"You smelled terrible."

After saying this, Song Yan laughed and walked towards the front hall, leaving Nakhtoya standing there in a daze.

Bathing was an extremely luxurious thing for the Jurchens. It was alright in the summer, but in the winter, when it was freezing cold and firewood was a very precious resource, even though she was a princess of the Blackwater tribe, she could not bathe often. The last time she bathed was before she went to the royal court.

It's been about twenty days.

That handsome face suddenly looked a bit strange. Did it really smell bad?
He lowered his head and sniffed his shoulder. He hadn't thought anything of it before, but now it seemed to have a strange smell.

Her little face suddenly turned red.

She glared fiercely at Song Yan's back, thinking, "She's a girl, can't she speak a little more tactfully?"

While silently grumbling to himself, the fear that arose in his heart due to being in a completely unfamiliar place dissipated considerably with his self-reproach.

front hall.

Just as Song Yan had expected, Liu Yisheng was busy at work. Some food and wine were prepared on the table; it wasn't particularly luxurious, but for Song Yan, who had been eating fried noodles for over ten days, it was a veritable feast. Song Yan picked up the wine jug and took a large gulp. The warm wine dispelled the chill of the late night. Then, he picked up his chopsticks, took a perfectly braised piece of pork belly, and popped it into his mouth. The rich aroma, mixed with the fat, exploded in his mouth.

I am very satisfied.

"The soldiers have all been arranged." After swallowing the food in one gulp, Song Yan asked.

"They've all arrived at the military camp." Liu Yisheng smiled, put down the dossier in his hand, and sat down opposite Song Yan: "I've found all the restaurants and taverns in Xinhou County, so there should be enough for the brothers to eat to their hearts' content."

"That's good."

"I brought back eighteen corpses..."

"They are currently being housed in a mortuary."

"Tomorrow we will choose a place in Xinhou County to serve as a dedicated cemetery, and erect a monument in front of the cemetery."

What monument?

Song Yan thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it... Heroes' Monument."

Liu Yisheng suddenly raised his head.

A monument to heroes?
He roughly understood the significance of the monument, and a feeling of heat rose in his chest.

"All my soldiers who have died in battle shall be buried there, and each grave shall have its own tombstone, inscribed with his name and how many enemies he killed."

"When it's completed, I'll go and pay my respects."

Song Yan's voice was somewhat suppressed. He felt that he was really not a qualified general. Even though he knew that people would die in battle, he still couldn't help but feel sad when his comrades who trained with him died. "Also, tell the people in the city not to go to temples or Taoist temples if you have any business."

"What good are those places?"

"It would be better to go and pay your respects at the monument to the fallen heroes, after all, it was these heroes who died in battle who protected them."

Liu Yisheng nodded: "I will make the arrangements."

"In addition, the names of these eighteen brothers have been recorded. Check where they live and who else is in their families. As for the pensions... I will personally deliver them. Also, try to relocate them to Pingyang. Their parents will be supported by Pingyang Prefecture, and their children will be raised by Pingyang Prefecture."

"no problem."

Unlike Song Yan's sadness, Liu Yisheng's eyes were shining with a burning light. He was intelligent, and as soon as he heard the words "Heroes' Monument," he already knew the significance of the stone tablet.

Historically, military households have always held a very low social status.

The former Han Dynasty, the Wu Dynasty, and even the present-day Liang, Zhao, Chu, and Ning states, although they all held large-scale sacrificial rites, were to worship Heaven and Earth and their ancestors.

At most, we might offer a sacrifice to the Sage Wen Gong, also known as Confucius.

As for commemorating fallen soldiers, there has never been one.

Liu Yisheng knew that the moment this monument to heroes was erected, all the soldiers in Pingyang Prefecture would be united in their loyalty, and other places would also be affected.

Moreover, the treatment of providing for the parents and raising the children of fallen soldiers is unprecedented.

Liu Yisheng could roughly imagine that from then on, in the eyes of the many soldiers in Pingyang Prefecture, Song Yan's status would be roughly the same as that of Confucius in the hearts of scholars. A scholar will die for one who understands him.

Soldiers are actually very emotional. There was a general who was willing to risk his life and shed blood for his cause.

General, you've finally started to actively consider changing the dynasty; that's a good thing.

Moreover, he used such astonishing methods right from the start. Indeed, he was born to rebel. He couldn't have misjudged him.

Liu Yisheng pondered that he should bury a stone figure in the Liao River later, at least to make some preparations in advance.

However, the monument to the heroes... if we want to win the hearts of soldiers across the land, then this monument cannot be shabby. It must be built tall, majestic, and magnificent. This is no small project.

"How have you been lately?" Song Yan asked, picking up a bowl of congee and eating it as she ate.

"This year, we've finally passed the New Year." Liu Yisheng sighed, his face somewhat gloomy. "But the red peach wood charms that used to adorn every household have all turned white, which looks rather sad."

Peachwood charms can be traced back to the pre-Qin and Zhou dynasties. They consist of a wooden board about six inches long and three inches wide on which the names of two gods, "Shen Tu" and "Yu Lei," are written. The peachwood is hung on the side of the door to symbolize good fortune and to ward off evil spirits. Red peachwood charms are hung during the New Year or when there is a happy occasion in the family. If someone in the family dies that year, white peachwood charms are hung to represent remembrance.

Peachwood charms can be considered the predecessor of Spring Festival couplets. In 964 AD, Meng Chang, the ruler of the Later Shu Kingdom, ordered the scholar Xin Yinxun to inscribe "May the New Year bring abundant blessings and may the festive season last forever." This is the first Spring Festival couplet clearly recorded in history. It was not until the Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty issued a decree requiring people to write Spring Festival couplets on red paper and paste them on their doors that the custom of Spring Festival couplets was formally established.

Perhaps because his mind was filled with all sorts of random knowledge, these things involuntarily surfaced in his mind when he heard the words "peach charm". Song Yan shook his head and sighed. As the county town on the frontier, Xinhou County was the first to be hit when the border was breached, and it suffered the most damage.

One can imagine that this year's festival was not very festive, with every household dressed in white mourning clothes.

"Most of the people who fled to the mountains have returned."

"After some calculations, we estimate that about 40% of the population remains, with the remaining 60%..."

Song Yan's expression turned somewhat gloomy. The remaining 60% had already perished at the hands of the Jurchens.

The two ethnic groups that slaughtered the most Han Chinese were the Xiao Rizi and the Jurchens... In fact, the Jurchens may have been even more brutal than the Xiao Rizi.

If Song Yan felt somewhat guilty for the previous incident when the royal court was trampled and everything was burned to the ground, potentially causing countless deaths, then that feeling had now vanished.

Liu Yisheng smacked his lips, poured himself a glass of wine, drank it down in one gulp, and then put aside the depressing topic: "The farmland in Xinhou County has also been tallied."

"Next spring, every household will receive twice as much farmland as before. I will register the rest under the county government's name, thinking that if any migrants come to the new city in the future, they will also be allocated land."

"There are also some troubles. Due to the raids by the Jurchen barbarians, there is a severe shortage of oxen. Those bastards kill oxen because they are not easy to take with them. So I plan to spend money to buy a batch of oxen from other places, which will also be under the jurisdiction of the county government. When spring plowing comes, farmers who need them can come to the county government to pick them up."

Song Yan nodded. Liu Yisheng was indeed a capable man. Although it was still winter, he was already thinking about what would happen after spring.

"We also need to buy a batch of seeds."

"Furthermore, farm tools such as hoes and plows are in short supply. Those bastards took all the iron tools they saw and left nothing behind."

Even though we've tried our best to avoid mentioning the Jurchens, we can't escape those barbarians no matter what we talk about.

"I'll find some time to draw up a blueprint, and then the plows will be made according to that blueprint."

It's time for the curved plow to make its appearance.

Liu Yisheng didn't suspect anything. His general was very good at fighting, but he was even more good at investigating things: "I've roughly calculated that the oxen and farm tools would cost at least tens of thousands of taels of silver."

"That's alright, I'll transfer some funds from Pingyang later," Song Yan said. Although he was greedy, he was never stingy when it came to spending money.

“That’s not necessary.” Liu Yisheng shook his head. “I must say, General, your methods are indeed brilliant. After killing two sons of the Kong family, Kong Xingye still obediently sent five million taels of silver to Pingyang Prefecture. In addition, under the pretext of supporting the border, he donated one million taels of silver to Xinhou County.”

"In the short term, Xinhou County will not be short of money."

"Since you are not here, and the Kong family has obediently paid the money, it is not appropriate to continue detaining Kong Xinghuai and Kong Lingchen. Therefore, the Princess decided to let the two of them go back, and also let them take the carriage full of pig iron back with them."

Song Yan was taken aback.

This was something he didn't expect.

His extortion of Kong Xingye was merely a last resort, a desperate attempt to get away with something.

After all, the Kong family is a large and powerful family. Could he really lead the black-armored warriors to wipe out the Kong family? It wouldn't be difficult, but what about Luo Caiyi's reputation?
The two younger sisters-in-law are well-behaved and lovely, so it's impossible to let Caiyi live with a bad reputation.

Human malice is terrifying; sometimes it can even drive a person to their death.

"There has also been some progress on the matter of the secret agents," Liu Yisheng said confidently.

He did not lead troops into battle, nor did he stay by Song Yan's side all the time. He seemed to be just managing the new county town for Song Yan, but in reality, he did a lot of complicated things.

There are some things that even Song Yan can't do well.

"Currently, I have found a total of 153 people. They are using the name of the Embroidered Uniform Guard that the general mentioned before, and they are mostly infiltrating the towns and cities of Pingyang and Dingzhou to gather information."

"I will recruit another thirty-seven people and arrange them in the Eastern Mausoleum Imperial City. They will infiltrate the residences of powerful and wealthy people under various identities, mostly as servants or household guards, and will be called Night Scouts."

"Unfortunately, there are still too few people, and the area that can be covered is extremely limited. Anyway, we have one million taels of silver sent by the Kong family, so I plan to recruit more people next year. Whether it is the Embroidered Uniform Guard or the Night Watchmen, it should be at least ten times the current number, and the coverage area can cover half of Ningguo."

"By the year after next, the Embroidered Uniform Guard will be infiltrating every corner of Ningguo, and night watchmen will be staying in the homes of every powerful official. Ideally, they will be able to infiltrate the palace..."

Song Yan was somewhat shocked. Good heavens, he has quite the ambition.

Liu Yisheng is now rich and resourceful; given enough time, he might actually be able to achieve his goal.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with it. These days were already chaotic, and it was essential to have as much information as possible in order to survive.

"Nowadays, the night watchmen and the Embroidered Uniform Guard have begun to show results, and a steady stream of information is being sent to me through various channels."

"For example, because Pingyang Prefecture was previously robbed and massacred by the Jurchens, the court was preparing to allocate funds to restore production and appease the people, amounting to two or three hundred thousand taels. General, you slaughtered the Wugulun tribe and reported many casualties, and also issued compensation, amounting to tens of thousands of taels. I heard that the court is discussing the specific amount."

"The Kong family is quite honest and seems to be ready to give up the deal with the Jurchens, but the Fan family is different. They don't want to give up this big piece of meat, so they are encouraging and bribing some officials in the court. They are planning to pick someone to replace you as the governor of Pingyang."

Song Yan, who was eating, suddenly raised her head, her eyes narrowing and her expression turning somewhat dangerous.

They've set their sights on him again?
He is currently only acting as the prefect of Pingyang.

Logically speaking, it would be only natural for the imperial court to send a real prefect.

However, Pingyang Prefecture was previously the most remote border region of Ningguo, a desolate and uninhabited place, despised by many officials in the court. Furthermore, Qian Yaozu committed numerous crimes in Pingyang Prefecture, leaving the prefecture in ruins and in dire need of reconstruction.

Thanks to his efforts over the past few months, the threat from the Jurchens has been temporarily eliminated.

Pingyang Prefecture finally began to improve, and just as it was taking its first step towards prosperity, someone came to reap the benefits.
Perhaps they are still eyeing the hundreds of thousands of taels of government funding and pensions.

That's a nice idea. Pingyang Prefecture is his foundation; how could he give it up so easily?
"What did the court say? Did Emperor Ninghe agree?" Song Yan lowered his head and continued to put food into his mouth. He hadn't been able to eat properly for a long time, and he had already eaten two steamed buns, but he still felt hungry. The way he ate the steamed buns was somewhat undignified, but in front of Liu Yisheng, he didn't need to worry about it so much.

"agreed."

Song Yan was somewhat surprised.

Liu Yisheng pursed his lips: "It's a helpless situation."

"Emperor Ninghe was naturally unwilling."

"However, the Yang family and Bailu Academy do not want you, General, to remain stationed in Liaodong. This is a threat to them, and they have found a completely irrefutable reason."

"General, you may not know that in the early days of Ningguo, the military and the government were separated."

"For example, in Pingyang Prefecture, the prefect is in charge of people's livelihood and government affairs, while the general commands the army. There is no superior-subordinate relationship between the two, and they usually do not interfere with each other. However, as the power of civil officials has grown, they have tried to seize military power."

Song Yan's lips twitched.

This is truly the nature of a scholar.

For these intellectuals, merely engaging in cultural pursuits and maintaining people's livelihoods is far from satisfying their appetites. When their power reaches a certain level, they attempt to extend their reach into unfamiliar areas, with military power often being the first target.

This was true in both the Song and Ming dynasties.

At the end of both dynasties, a large group of civil officials led soldiers in battle. Apart from a very few who were truly talented, the vast majority of them were completely incompetent. Some even fled at the sight of the enemy or surrendered directly. If it weren't for these mediocre and spineless civil officials, the Song and Ming dynasties might not have perished so quickly.

"Initially, only civil officials were appointed as military supervisors. By the time of Emperor Renzong, military power had completely fallen into the hands of civil officials. The prefects of a prefecture began to concurrently manage military affairs, and the generals, who were initially on equal footing with the prefects, were reduced to being subject to the control of the prefects."

"During the reign of Emperor Longtai, there were attempts to regain military power. Just as things were starting to improve, Emperor Longtai passed away, and everything returned to square one."

"To become a governor of a prefecture, one must pass the imperial examination and be a Jinshi (进士) official. Many officials who are recommended or have received hereditary privileges will go to great lengths to obtain a Jinshi degree if they want to become a local tyrant."

"The Yang family and Bailu Academy attacked them on this point, saying that since the general has not passed the imperial examination, he is unable to govern a region, and that this will inevitably lead to the people suffering in the long run. Therefore, they should arrange a truly capable civil official to govern Pingyang Prefecture so that the country can be peaceful and prosperous."

The shamelessness of these intellectuals truly shocked Song Yan.

Was Qian Yaozu a scholar?
What was Pingyang Prefecture like under Qian Yaozu's rule? Peace and tranquility? More like a living hell.

Song Yan frowned: "Just like that, Emperor Ninghe has already compromised?"

In Song Yan's view, Emperor Ninghe should not be such a weak emperor.

Sure enough, Liu Yisheng shook his head again: "Of course not. The Yang family and Bailu Academy also relinquished some of their interests... one vice minister of the Ministry of Revenue and one vice minister of the Ministry of Personnel."

"He can be considered a high-ranking official."

"According to the rules, as a prefect, you are required to go to the capital to report on your duties. If I am not mistaken, Emperor Ninghe should keep you and let you participate in the imperial examination. If you pass with flying colors, he may let you enter the Hanlin Academy, train for a few years, and then smoothly enter the Six Ministries."

Is this sacrificing his own interests in exchange for Emperor Ninghe's better control of the court? Song Yan finally put down his bowl, his eyes narrowed into slits. He had a feeling that things weren't so simple, and that Emperor Ninghe might be even more greedy than Liu Yisheng imagined.

Imperial examination?

What was he doing last year?
He was helping two old men, Lü Changqing and Zhao Anze, to come up with the questions for the imperial examinations.

In other words, he has a very high chance of passing the imperial examination this spring, and Emperor Ninghe will be able to send him back to Pingyang Prefecture without any problem. He will no longer be the acting governor of Pingyang, but the real governor of Pingyang.

As for the person to replace him, just find a pretext to transfer him back.

Thus, Liaodong remained a secure rear area, elite troops were still under their control, and they even gained two vice minister positions for free.

However, he doesn't even have the title of a student yet, and passing the imperial examination requires passing five stages, which is not an easy task.

Song Yan's expression was somewhat solemn. According to his deduction, the official wouldn't stay in Pingyang for long, but Pingyang Prefecture held many of his secrets. Next spring, he planned to build a steel mill, a sugar factory, and even a cement workshop and a liquor factory there...

Especially the thunderclap.

Song Yan didn't want any outsiders to know these secrets.

"What's that man's name?"

"Sun Hao."

"when will you arrive?"

"The Fan family is pressing hard; they've probably already set off."

"Send your spies to find Sun Hao's whereabouts. If these people are not good at assassination, inform Bu Yu. Bu Yu is a professional in this line of work."

Liu Yisheng nodded, showing no surprise whatsoever.

They talked for a long time afterward, including some arrangements after Song Yan left, until the moon was high in the sky before Song Yan left the front hall.

The moon and stars are rare.

It's a nice day.

Song Yan was indeed quite tired. Even though he possessed remarkable martial arts skills, the human body has its limits. After a long period of hard work, he was finally unable to continue.

After yawning, Song Yan went to her room.

Inside the bedroom, the bathtub was gone, and even the wet floor had been cleaned up, and the blankets had been laid out.

However, Nakhtoya was not seen; she must have found a room and gone to rest.

Just then, a figure appeared silently behind Song Yan, like a ghost walking in the night.

"Your subordinate Qingluan greets the Prince Consort!"

However, they were spies from the Imperial City Guard, arranged by Emperor Ninghe.

Could it be that there's news from Prince Fu's side?

(End of this chapter)