The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

"Your Highness, this matter is actually not difficult to resolve."

Huang Rong smiled slightly.

"Does Chief Huang have a solution?" the princess asked happily.

Li Mochou glanced at Huang Rong, then looked at the Princess.

"Your Highness, if she fails to protect her home, would she be willing to sacrifice herself to safeguard it, or would she choose to preserve her own life?"

The eldest princess was speechless, so she decided to continue with a question-and-answer format.

Li Mochou rolled her eyes. Of course she understood. She wasn't stupid; that woman was doomed. Anyone else could live, but she couldn't.

The eldest princess looked conflicted, something that shouldn't have happened to her, especially when faced with this problem. It was clear that something was making it difficult for her to decide, that she was even hesitant about this issue.

Huang Rong stared at her, expecting her answer, but of course, staring at her for so long was also very impolite.

Huang Rong noticed her hesitation and asked疑惑地问道, "Princess, then why doesn't she let go now?"

"If we go any further, how can we survive?"

Li Mochou: ?

Which way to go?

Huang Rong gazed at the fragrant tea wafting from the white porcelain cup and said softly, "She finished long ago. When she handed everything over, her mission was complete."

"She can have her own life, I believe she can. She can boldly venture into the world, and there will be people walking alongside her through the years."

Huang Rong looked at the princess in front of her and continued, her voice clear and lingering, penetrating straight into the princess's heart.

This princess must be quite young.

She was extremely beautiful, but her eyes and brows were always filled with an inescapable sorrow, weighing heavily on her.

Yet, hidden within that sorrow was something else entirely. It was a heroic spirit. In the corners of her eyes, in the tips of her brows, in the fleeting moment when she inadvertently raised her eyes, it was like a sword suddenly drawn from its sheath in the snow, cold and sharp, as if it would sever all her sorrow in the next instant.

This is like a martial artist, a chivalrous knight, or an emperor.

The eldest princess shook her head upon hearing this. Some things are not finished when they end, nor are they finished when they are completed.

How can she withdraw?

How do I get a refund?

"Your Highness, I am merely a wanderer of the martial world, and my solution is only a humble opinion."

"Princess, please listen to this for now."

Li Mochou glanced at Huang Rong, wondering why she had suddenly become serious.

Besides, this kind of advice isn't something you can just give easily.

First, define a goal.

Huang Rong spoke slowly, carefully examining the person in power.

"Is she saving her family, or saving herself?"

Upon hearing this, the eldest princess met Huang Rong's eyes.

After thinking for a long time, she finally said, "Save my family."

Huang Rong was startled and pondered for a long time, unsure how to answer.

Final Path:

"Then she can't just be an aunt; at the very least, she shouldn't be limited to that role."

"Does she have the means?"

The eldest princess lowered her eyes.

"Based on the principle of righteousness, we then act decisively and swiftly to cut off the financial support of those who are indulging in extravagance and debauchery; those who are lost and unaware of their mistakes are kept in check and taught; those who have evil intentions and are trying to climb the ladder should be eliminated as soon as possible; and those who have not yet been educated should be placed in important positions for training."

Huang Rong took another sip of tea and poured herself another cup.

He then stood up, paced back and forth, and said slowly, "The first step is very important; otherwise, one wrong move can lead to total defeat."

The Eldest Princess: "What is the opportunity?"

"wait."

The eldest princess frowned. The problem was that she couldn't wait any longer, and neither could her family.

Huang Rong continued, her voice sinking to the bottom: "Or creation."

The eldest princess looked thoughtful.

"It's nothing more than an external or internal problem."

"External enemies and internal troubles, as long as one of them becomes so serious that it endangers the interests of everyone."

Huang Rong spoke slowly, her voice growing softer and colder.

I don't know if it was because of the strong wind that he was admitted to the hospital.

Her voice was eventually drowned out.

"Thank you both for your guidance today. I will repay you in the future. Or perhaps you would like some reward?"

Li Mochou's eyes showed disgust, but she concealed it well.

Huang Rong didn't think her opinion was of any use.

And she never felt that the woman had nowhere to go.

Of course, she's concerned about something else right now.

"We are just commoners, and we need no reward. If the princess is so inclined, could you please enlighten us?"

The eldest princess smiled gently and said, "Please speak."

Huang Rong looked at her face; the worry in her brows never faded, and that tranquility was quite eerie. More importantly, the woman's hands and eyes kept unconsciously looking down, but Huang Rong couldn't observe anything.

"Princess, please forgive me. I wonder how many stewards named Song Yu you have in your residence?"

Princess: "One of them, Miss Huang should have met before."

Her voice was steady, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Li Mochou didn't believe it, because she trusted her husband more:

"Really?"

"Princess, please don't deceive us. We were just tearing out our hearts and lungs."

The eldest princess said again, "There has only been one, and there has always been only one."

Li Mochou and Huang Rong exchanged a glance.

Li Mochou raised a beautiful eyebrow, leaving Huang Rong helpless.

It seems we can't discern anything from this.

The two women were led back to the side room.

Hong Lingbo busied herself making tea and moving seats.

"Did you recognize her? Isn't that her?"

Huang Rong shrugged.

"Master, who is it?" the girl asked in confusion.

"Don't meddle in adults' affairs," Li Mochou said irritably.

Hong Lingbo pursed her lips, puffed out her chest, twisted her waist, turned her head to reveal the back of her head, and left.

If you're not happy to listen, then go play by yourself.

Li Mochou was about to teach her a lesson on the spot.

"However, it should be her," Huang Rong continued.

Li Mochou stopped and reached out to touch Hong Lingbo's hand.

He exclaimed in shock, "What?!"

"Let's see."

Huang Rong got up and left.

Li Mochou found her inexplicable.

Why did you leave after only saying two words?

At this moment, two reports were delivered to the study of the Princess's residence.

Since the princess returned to her residence that day, an additional report has been added to the daily schedule.

"Has the mission arrived yet?"

Someone replied, "They've arrived by now, and we'll get news tomorrow."

The eldest princess nodded.

"Princess, the Mongols have already used our passage to besiege the Jin. The Jin's fate is sealed. We should make preparations as soon as possible."

"Need not."

The shadow, shrouded in darkness, paused slightly.

"Is she coming back?"

The shadow nodded in agreement.

The eldest princess said no more, then picked up another report, quickly left the study, and returned to her own little nest.

He then lay down on the couch, gently stroking his belly, his posture endearingly naive.

Only then did they open the report.

Sometimes he frowns, sometimes he smiles foolishly, and sometimes he gets angry.

The shadow silently disappeared into the darkness.

The two women lay close together on the bed.

He picked up the girl, who sniffed the familiar scent, rubbed against him, and then turned away to sleep.

Yang Guo covered Cheng Ying with the blankets before carrying the girl back to his room.

The elderly couple had already started their morning exercise.

Whether it was because of the change of scenery or something else, the girl opened her big, dark eyes before he was even put on the bed, and was secretly looking at him.

"Brother Guo, does that mean we're sharing a bed?"

The girl's voice was soft and sweet, lacking its usual vibrancy, but this languidness and tenderness released a unique kind of beauty.

He couldn't take his eyes off it.