The blackened marquis insists that the husband should be more valuable than the son!

Since the Xie family started the army following Emperor Gaozu, every Xie family member has entrusted his life to the Jin Dynasty. There are dozens of old armors in this room alone, all brought back from the battlefield.

So far, even the female relatives in the mansion have rarely died.

Wrapped in horse leather and killed on the battlefield, this was the fate they had arranged for themselves from the beginning, without exception.

When Grandma Wang heard this, her nose became sore and she burst into tears.

She silently wiped away her tears and carefully stepped forward with a lamp to light the lamp in the room. The originally dark room suddenly lit up: "Princess, the Marquis will be back soon. Don't be too sad."

The candle in Princess Cen's hand was quietly taken away.

He still maintained the action of holding on to his old armor, and his usually straight back showed a rickety state. His whole person looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and the wind and frost on his face could no longer be covered.

After a long while, she slowly asked: "Do you still remember why this place is called Wangxiyuan?"

Grandma Wang nodded: "Because the last place the prince went to was the northwest."

Princess Cen's eyes showed an indescribable loneliness in the dim candlelight, and her expression showed a trace of nostalgia, and she sighed: "Yes."

Wherever the court needed to send troops to quell the situation, he was transferred there.

In order not to make the emperor afraid, he even handed over the military power of the Dingyuan Army many times. Therefore, when he rushed to the northwest to quell the rebellion of the prairie barbarians, he even directly pulled out a group of guerrillas at the border to resist.

She looked forward to his return safely as usual every day.

In the end, he only hoped for the news of his death.

Just like ten years ago, she prayed day and night for Nan Dai and his wife to be safe in this battle, but she only received the news that they both died on the battlefield, and even the Dingyuan army was almost surrounded and suppressed by the barbarians because of Nan Dai's adventurous ambush.

Princess Cen lowered her eyes and looked at the silver armor covered with sword marks.

She murmured in a low voice: "Hasn't the Xie family done enough?" Her husband and her children all died to protect the Xiao family sitting on the throne. Isn't this enough?

Why must they be forced to die?

Everyone is afraid of the great master of Dingyuan Prince's Mansion, who holds a large number of soldiers and is extremely powerful, but who knows that he is walking on thin ice underneath.

Grandma Wang did not speak at this time, but stood silently not far away, holding the lantern in her hand to illuminate the room where countless old armors were hidden.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of approaching footsteps was heard outside.

A tall figure was reflected on the door and window.

Soon, the footsteps stopped at the door, and then a cold voice sounded: "Grandma, it's getting late, we should have dinner."

The moment the words fell, the lanterns in the corridor lit up one after another.

Xie Lang stood sideways in front of the door, his black eyes were deep and cold, and he was always paying attention to the movements in the room with his peripheral vision. The corners of his lips were slightly pursed. The black brocade robe with moiré patterns on his body had a faint smell of blood, which made his features even better. The hostility is deep.

Even without looking, he knew what was going on inside.

There is an ancestral hall in the house, and my parents want all the tablets of my grandfather and others to be enshrined in the ancestral hall, but my grandmother doesn't like to go to the ancestral hall. She prefers to stay in this room and will come to talk to them from time to time.

He had never thought of hiding what happened today from his grandmother.

Ever since Zhao Cheng secretly poisoned her, no one could stay out of the matter and pretend that nothing had happened.

Xie Lang put one hand behind his back and lowered his dark eyelashes.

At this moment, the door creaked and the door was pushed open. Princess Cen walked out with the support of Grandma Wang. Her eyes were a little red, but other than that, there was nothing unusual on her face.

Princess Cen looked at her grandson who stood tall and tall in front of her: "Did you order someone to call Mingyue?"

Their eyes met in the bright light.

Nothing was said, yet it seemed like everything was said.

"My grandson knew that grandma would definitely come here, so he came to look for you first after returning home," Xie Lang explained lightly, "Ming Yue was frightened in the afternoon and hasn't woken up yet. I'm going to call her later."

"Well, remember to change your clothes."

Princess Cen nodded, and when she turned to leave, she paused and gave a reminder.

Xie Lang's fingers behind his back suddenly clenched.

There was a trace of annoyance in his eyes. He was so anxious to get out of the prison that he almost forgot about it. He immediately said: "My grandson has remembered it."

After Old Princess Cen left, Xie Lang raised his feet and headed towards Mu Qingyuan. When he rounded the corner of the corridor, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the room where the lights were still on.

You can vaguely see the old armor reflected on the window.

Just one glance calmed him down.

...

Muqingyuan.

Xue Mingyue woke up after sleeping for more than an hour.

But she couldn't think of anything that she had to get up to do for a while. Most of the things had been arranged, so she simply continued to lie in bed with her eyes closed and meditate... and by the way, she reviewed her performance throughout the day.

When he was in Xue Mansion, he told Xie Lang the secret and gained his trust. This is one of them.

While in prison, he lied about the fact that Xue Xujun was appointed to Emperor Jingping for ten years, which might be detrimental to General Xie and his wife, allowing Xie Lang to further discover the clues to what happened back then. This is two.

Xue Mingyue admitted that she was indeed frightened by this speculation at the time.

After she woke up, she was no longer so afraid. She had known about Emperor Jingping's fear of Dingyuan Hou Mansion in her previous life, but rather than fear, she felt that Emperor Jingping relied more on Zhong.

Maybe in his heart, the Dingyuan Army is the sharpest sword in the Jinshan River.

However, the sword did not obey his orders, which made Emperor Jingping uneasy, so he tried every means to weaken the Xie family's influence in the army, but he was even more unwilling to let another general hold the sword.

This is also the reason why Xie Lang was involved in the rebellion of the second prince in his previous life, but he was exiled to Northern Xinjiang.

As for Xue Xujun...

No matter what role he played in that war, it was settled that he was just the executioner in the hands of Emperor Jingping.

It's hateful and can be killed, but the people behind the scenes can't be let go either.

Xue Mingyue sighed faintly, so the power of the emperor was really scary. Emperor Jingping's ability to control the court was beyond her imagination. For a person who holds on to power so tightly, she really didn't expect him to let go. What a scene.

Just thinking about it makes my brain turn to mush.

Xue Mingyue closed her eyes and rolled twice on the bed holding the pillow, trying to quickly forget these things.

Suddenly, a clear voice came from outside.

"What are you sighing for? Why don't you wake up?"

Xue Mingyue's rolling movements suddenly froze, she suddenly raised her head to look at the figure outside the bed curtain, and sat up straight.