With a wave of his hand, the Prince's Mansion's fortune exploded throughout the entire cap

Xiao Shulang kowtowed three times firmly towards the memorial tablet. Although he looked in the direction of the tablet, his eyes were filled with only gloom, and his voice was weak and feeble.

"Grandfather, with the great revenge yet to be avenged, I do not wish to consider such matters."

Back then, his father was shot while protecting him. The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was his father holding him, with several arrows in his back.

When she woke up, she saw Yuanji in front of her bed with a white cloth on his forehead.

His throat tightened, and he asked with difficulty, "Yuanji, who wears the white turban?"

Yuanji knelt down by the bed and kowtowed: "Young Master, the General... the General, he..."

He still clearly remembered the way Yuanji looked when he said those words to him, his eyes, which usually smiled like a puppy's, were filled with sadness.

The words he couldn't utter, which he kept stammering, became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

That day, I ignored the army doctor chasing after me, shouting "Lie down and rest," and just ran towards the main tent on my own.

Inside the tent sat a square coffin, surrounded by glaring white cloth.

The soldiers kneeling before the coffin shouted as they saw him, "The young general is awake!"

His gaze swept across everyone in the main tent, and he only saw Qin Zhao'an, the deputy general beside his elder brother, but not his elder brother. He panicked again: "Qin Zhao'an, where is my elder brother?"

Upon hearing his question, Qin Zhaoan hesitated for a moment, then bent down and said in a deep voice, "Young General, you should go and see the Prince's tent."

He couldn't quite remember how he got to his elder brother's tent; he only remembered that the camp was a sea of ​​red and white, and the strong smell of medicine made him want to vomit.

The eldest brother's tent was surrounded by layers of siege equipment. Qingzheng stood at the entrance, holding a gun in his hand and a long sword at his waist, his face full of anger.

Upon seeing that it was him, a hint of relief flashed in Qingzheng's eyes, but it quickly dimmed again: "Young Master, Wuwang is inside. Please go and take a look."

Qingzheng lifted the curtain for himself, and the first person he saw was Qingyan, who was standing guard in the front hall with several guards holding heavy swords.

Upon seeing that it was him, Qingyan put down his sword and stepped aside.

Upon entering the inner room, Xiao Shulang saw his elder brother, Xiao Chengyan, lying on the bed.

Qing Shi and Qing Ya stood guard at the head and tail of the bed, while Wu Wang was inserting needles into his legs.

Only after Wuwang put away the needles did he manage to squeeze out a sound from his throat: "Wuwang, my elder brother..."

Wu Wang paused slightly as he packed his needle case: "Second Young Master, I will ensure the Prince's safety. As for the rest, we can only leave it to fate."

Upon hearing Wu Wang's words, Xiao Shulang nearly lost his footing, only managing to steady himself by leaning slightly on Yuan Ji: "What do you mean? Didn't Brother lead his troops to break through to Yezhou in the west?"

The Miao army in the south was tied down by him and his father, while the forces heading west towards Yezhou were relatively weak in the Miao region, relying mainly on the high mountains and steep ridges for combat.

Qingya, with his scraggly beard and drooping eyes, stood guard by the bedside: "From the west, at least 30,000 elite troops have suddenly appeared. Add to that the poisonous insects from Miao territory, and our 10,000 troops are reduced to less than 4,000..."

The languid Qing Shi put away the handkerchief he had used to wipe Xiao Chengyan's face: "When the prince ordered the retreat, a masked man in white suddenly appeared and entangled with the prince. His moves were strange and he was like a snake that couldn't be shaken off. The prince's leg was injured by a longsword and he was poisoned."

Xiao Shulang mustered his strength and said, "Keep a close watch. Report any unusual activity to me in the next two days. Doctor Wuwang, if you need anything, just ask."

Wu Wang looked at him, a hint of pity flashing across his haggard face: "Young Master, your right hand needs to rest and recuperate properly; it cannot be damaged."

Perhaps, perhaps if it's raised well, there might still be a sliver of hope.

Xiao Shulang returned to his tent unharmed, but suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, startling Yuanji who shouted for the army doctor.

When the military doctor arrived, Xiao Shulang immediately grabbed his collar with his left hand: "Is my right hand useless?"

He wasn't stupid; his right hand, which was suspended in a sling, was in excruciating pain with the slightest movement, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

The army doctor had no choice but to tell the truth: "General, of the two arrows that struck you, one was only a minor injury because it was protected by your armor, while the other went through your right shoulder blade from behind. Your right forearm is fractured, and when you returned, your palm was pointing outwards! From now on, you will not be able to lift heavy objects with your right hand."

Xiao Shulang loosened his collar, looking completely dejected: "You can leave now."

Yuanji looked at Xiao Shulang, who was shrouded in gloom, and tentatively asked, "Young Master, shall we now?"

Xiao Shulang still remembers that he drove everyone away and knelt alone in front of his father's coffin all night.

Looking at the only blood-stained clothes and arm armor in the coffin, he shed all the tears of his life.

The journey back to Beijing from the southwest was very long, so long that he felt like he had grown old.

From the moment he set off from the southwest until his return to the capital, his elder brother, who was barely lucid, called him to his bedside and gave him a long list of instructions, albeit in fits and starts.

Military power was handed over to the emperor, but Qin Zhaoan and his father's disciple Chen Shi held real power. Marquis Wu Ning treated them with great respect, while Prince Jing's family observed mourning and ignored court affairs.

Qingya, Qingyan, and Yuanji were responsible for providing follow-up support and comfort to the fallen soldiers, while Yuexi and Yuelin remained in the southwest to continue gathering information.

Several letters were sent to the capital every day, to the Prince Jing's residence, the Imperial Palace, and the Eastern Palace. He spent his rare moments of clarity dealing with these matters.

Both brothers knew that there was a traitor in Xiao's army.

Miao territory and the western Zhaoluo Kingdom have definitely joined forces.

However, they lacked evidence.

The soldiers who suddenly appeared were dressed exactly like the Miao army, even in terms of weapons.

Xiao Shulang's memories stopped before he returned to the capital.

After a while, Xiao Shulang kowtowed again.

Tears streamed down his face as he slowly closed his eyes, letting the tears flow freely: "Grandfather, I'm going to the autumn examination."

He could no longer hide.

There was no way to escape anymore.

General Xiao stood up, turned around and took his hands to help him stand up.

"Erlang, no one has blamed you, and you can't keep blaming yourself."

"Your grandfather doesn't blame you, your mother doesn't blame you, and neither do your elder brother, sister-in-law, and older sister."

Xiao Shulang couldn't help but purse his lips, his eyes filled with pain: "Grandfather...I..."

General Xiao patted his head: "Silly child, any father would make that choice, understand?"

Xiao Qi's death is not your fault, no one will blame you.

This was his own choice, but if it were me, I would have done the same.

The joyful atmosphere at the Grand Tutor's Mansion, located across the street from Prince Jing's Mansion, was a stark contrast to the warmth within Prince Jing's Mansion.

Fan Songling stroked his little goatee and nodded repeatedly.

I heard that Xiao Lie, that old scoundrel, has returned. Does that mean he snatched his great-granddaughter from that old scoundrel and brought her to the Grand Tutor's mansion?

Not bad, not bad. The second son's youngest daughter is quite nice. I'll give her a little extra allowance and invite her out for a meal.

For some reason, after recovering from a cold, the child's usually well-behaved nature became a little mischievous, and he even dared to sneak out of the Grand Tutor's mansion to eat.

Fortunately, the child dared to run out on his own.

At the same time, Xiao Jingjing took Fan Shuyao's hand and whispered in her ear, "Yaoyao, who is this? He's been staring at us for so long, it's so strange."

[He's nodding and smiling; could he be here to snatch the child?]

[Grandpa, the clan chief, said that there are people in the mortal realm who will snatch children!]

【!! He's coming!!!】