Frost for a Thousand Years

Chapter 237 Prime Minister Yan, He Wouldn't Even Be a Dog

When Xin Yue entered the palace, she was searched by the palace maids and then led by a eunuch to Song Shi'an's residence.

A rather spacious sleeping quarters.

Outside the palace gate stood a rather beautiful palace maid, about fourteen or fifteen years old.

When she saw Xinyue arrive, she quickly lowered her head.

This woman seems really intimidating...

She shouldn't be someone from the palace, right?

"Is the magistrate asleep?" the eunuch asked the maid.

"No, she's inside reading," the maid said.

"Hmm." So the eunuch raised his voice slightly and called inside, "Your Excellency, Madam, please come in."

"Don't come if you don't want to see me," Song Shi'an said impatiently.

Hearing his decisive and resolute rejection, Xin Yue frowned.

"My lord, it is your wife," the eunuch quickly added.

Xin Yue was even more puzzled.

What do you mean by "your wife"?

Whose wife has visited before?
How strange.

After a brief pause, the person inside changed their mind and said, "Okay, let her in."

"Madam, please." The eunuch opened the door for her and smiled.

Then, Xin Yue slowly walked in. She saw Song Shi'an sitting on the bed, holding a book in his hand, and looked at her with surprise and emotion: "Xin Yue, you came to save me?"

"He really put you under house arrest?"

Upon hearing the words "save me," Xinyue quickly stepped forward and asked seriously.

"Who dares to detain me? They're asking for trouble!" Song Shi'an said loudly on purpose.

Xin Yue quickly reminded him that there was someone outside the door.

But the other party didn't care at all, clearly intending to let the outside world hear it and vent their dissatisfaction.

"Xinbao, come here." Song Shi'an patted the bed next to his bottom and invited.

"..." Xin Yue sat down next to him, then lowered her voice and asked with some puzzlement, "When he said 'Madam' came in,' which madam did you think he meant?"

Song Shi'an also lowered his voice, speaking in a volume that the other party couldn't hear, and said naturally, "Conson's wife was sent over earlier."

Xin Yue immediately felt disgusted and showed an expression of aversion: "What's wrong with the Kang family?"

The protons are one thing, but that's another.

Is this how Wang Ye is?

“Yeah, that’s outrageous,” Song Shi’an chimed in. “I told her I already had a wife, so I kicked her out.”

Xin Yue pursed her lips and said, "I did enter the palace in the name of your wife."

"Okay, let's go to sleep then." Song Shi'an lifted the blanket and went through the motions naturally.

"Stop fooling around." Xin Yue was speechless. She grabbed his shoulders with both hands and said seriously, "What exactly happened? They even returned the five thousand gold coins and put you under house arrest here? You didn't curse him, did you?"

"No, I'm addicted to swearing, aren't I? I just swear at anyone I can find?"

"What happened? I'm so worried about you."

She's not in the mood for jokes at all right now.

Because this matter is too serious.

In ancient times, someone who wouldn't even accept bribes must have been incredibly dangerous.

Seeing her like this, Song Shi'an stopped joking and looked at her somewhat worried face, saying, "Alright, let's talk slowly."

"Ah."

The two of them then got back to the main topic.

They were all sitting on the bed.

“Gongsun Xing tricked me,” Song Shi’an said with a heavy expression.

It was rare to see Song Shi'an swear, and Xin Yue realized the seriousness of the matter: "What's wrong with him?"

"He suggested to the King of Yan that I remain in Yan as prime minister," Song Shi'an said.

"..." Xin Yue was stunned. "Why would he give up his position to you?"

“Because this position is not important to him at all,” Song Shi’an said.

Gongsun Xing's nobility did not stem from his status as prime minister.

He is noble in himself.

If he doesn't become the prime minister, then the Yan state will lose its legitimacy.

It's like the United Nations exists because of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, rather than the UN awarding medals to the five permanent members.

Even if he weren't the prime minister, he would still be a very important figure in the political arena of Yan.

Of course, giving himself this position will somewhat weaken his real power, since it is a division of power.

"This is too insidious." Xin Yue has been with Song Shi'an for so long that her political acumen has gradually matured. "With you in Yan, Dayu will be unable to cultivate land, thus resolving Yan's long-term crisis. And with the Qi-Yan alliance ending and you as the pivot, Dayu's short-term crisis will also be resolved. This move sacrifices only you, and even the Emperor of Dayu might agree to it."

"Furthermore, the Prince of Yan proposed a military alliance to jointly send troops, which gave the emperor even fewer reasons to refuse," Song Shi'an said.

"What should we do then?" Xin Yue asked anxiously. "Can we give him all the gold in exchange for our freedom?"

“Give it all to him, and the Prince of Yan will naturally agree,” Song Shi’an said. “However, I will have to turn back after I return to Dayu.”

Xin Yue suddenly realized that he had another mission: to use 20,000 gold coins to make Qi Yan turn against him.

"Do you have any ideas?" Xin Yue thought Song Shi'an was omnipotent, so her first thought was that he already had a plan.

"Tomorrow you leave the palace and have Zuo Ziliang personally return to Dayu," Song Shi'an said in a very low voice. "Give him a place name in that book; there's someone there who can help him."

"Even if he were an iron man, working day and night, changing horses countless times, it would still take him at least six days to reach Sheng'an, right?"

The essence of the urgent 800-li delivery service lay in the official relay stations that rotated personnel and horses. While the Imperial Guards were indeed highly skilled, and their deputy was practically a humanoid Gundam, they were still human and couldn't compare to the official Pegasus messengers.

“It’s certain that the news will arrive later than that of the Prince of Yan, but the emperor won’t make a decision on such a big matter so quickly, and I’m not so cheap as to sell myself after considering it for a couple of days,” Song Shi’an said.

"Will he persuade His Majesty?" Xin Yue asked.

“Zuo Ziliang is a man of principle, has a conscience, and I feel that he likes me quite a bit,” Song Shi’an said. “It’s better than entrusting such a big matter to some people I have no connection with at all.”

“That makes sense.” Xin Yue thought he was right.

“Tell him that the Prince of Yan can accept my proposal and that we can definitely succeed according to the original plan.” Song Shi’an was also trying to give the emperor a sense of security.

“Okay.” Xin Yue nodded, then asked, “What else can we do?”

In response, Song Shi'an laughed: "Some things are purely open schemes. It's not that I didn't think of it, or that I was set in a trap."

"But the person who ultimately makes the decision is not you." Xin Yue understood this principle.

Being forced to remain as prime minister as an envoy is entirely not a crime committed during the war.

"What if Zuo Ziliang doesn't persuade you to stay..." Xin Yue asked anxiously, "Will you stay in Yan and become the prime minister?"

Song Shi'an didn't speak. He placed his hands on Xin Yue's hands, looked at this woman who had truly made him feel relaxed since his transmigration, and asked, "Xin Yue, are you willing to stay in Yan with me?"

"..."

With a bang, she was stunned by the question.

Completely stunned, my mind suddenly went blank.

She looked up at the man, seemingly oblivious to his question, staring blankly at him.

"Just kidding." Song Shi'an smiled slightly, took a letter from under the pillow on the bedside table, and handed it to her. "After you return to China, give this letter to Xiao Wei."

Xin Yue stared at him blankly.

Instantly, her eyes welled up with tears.

Grabbing Song Shi'an's arm, she immediately stood up and turned around, trembling as she said, "Come on, I'll take you home."

"Huh? How do I get back?" Song Shi'an smiled awkwardly.

The next instant, Xin Yue lifted her heel and swiftly pulled out a foot knife hidden on her calf. She then twirled it in her palm and it disappeared into her sleeve without her noticing. The entire action was completed in a second.

With tears welling up in her eyes, she turned to look at Song Shi'an and insisted, "Let's go."

“Xinyue, just hearing your words is enough.” Song Shi’an revealed his heartfelt joy. “No matter what, I will come back to find you.”

Xin Yue threw the knife away and immediately threw herself onto Song Shi'an, hugging him tightly. She said, somewhat distraught, "If it weren't for that incident, nothing else would have held me back. You are more important to me than anyone else. If that matter is resolved, I will marry you in my most beautiful form... It's true, not a single word is false."

Song Shi'an reached out and hugged her, patting her gently to comfort her: "I know, I believe."

“I’ve been thinking, why don’t we just hide away in the mountains and become a simple, unassuming couple, oblivious to the world and its troubles, with only you and me…” Xinyue bit her lip and shook her head. “But, you know what? I can’t forget him. I watched him in the dark crevices as he lifted my father’s bloodied head with one hand, and then slowly turned his head away…”

"Honey, I'm here." Song Shi'an kept comforting Xin Yue.

It's not that I don't love you, nor that I don't love you enough.

Xin Yue slowly separated from him, looked into his eyes, and sincerely said, "I want to spend a long, dreamless night, to be awakened by the dawn, and to open my eyes to find your face beside me."

"Okay, I'll wait."

Song Shi'an could completely understand Xin Yue.

Three words are enough to express everything: Wu Zixu

"Don't cry, it breaks my heart to see you crying."

Song Shi'an wiped away her tears with his hand.

"Then what should we do with this letter?" Xinyue asked, her voice choked with emotion.

"Have Zuo Ziliang deliver this to Xiao Wei," Song Shi'an said.

"Won't he peek? Or show it to His Majesty?"

“He will definitely peek at it and then show it to His Majesty,” Song Shi’an said. “But this letter is fine for anyone to read.”

"understood."

Xin Yue also knew that only the Sixth Prince could help Song Shi'an return to the country.

“It’s getting late, let’s…” Song Shi’an suggested.

Xin Yue looked at the man without saying a word.

"Then go to sleep, Madam." Song Shi'an opened a corner of the blanket for her.

"hold head high."

Xinyue prepared to go to bed, since there was only one bed here.

"It's uncomfortable to sleep in such thick clothes," Song Shi'an said, pointing to her clothes.

"..."

Xin Yue's cheeks flushed slightly as she continued to stare at the man.

Then, he slowly untied his robe sash.

The silk undergarment was soaked with moonlight, flowing with a wet light like dew on a lotus leaf. The fine silk ribbons that were casually tossed aside were scattered on the pillow like shed silver snakeskin.

A pair of beautiful legs, as white as jade, delicate and flawless.

The edges of the panties accentuated the curves of her thighs, creating two honey-colored arcs.

Its beauty was beyond compare, leaving Song Shi'an mesmerized.

Just then, she slowly untied her hair, and a black waterfall flowed down serenely...

With a shy expression, Xinyue burrowed into the covers under Song Shi'an's gaze.

But she was facing away from him.

"I'm used to sleeping on this side, you should get some rest too..."

Xin Yue's hesitant explanation.

Then, the next moment, she was pulled up by the chest and hugged from behind, becoming embedded in his body...

(End of this chapter)