The Rebirth of an Orphan

As soon as Mo Lingtian finished speaking, people all around started to talk, but Queen Mother Wang laughed coldly and said, "Tian'er, it's rare for you to be so filial."

Mo Lingtian didn't even look at his grandmother. He just looked at Mo Yuan and said, "Father, I have received your grace. Now my country is in trouble. I should die for my country and my family. Then I will die without regrets."

"Oh, you are so confident. Where do you get the troops? The troops of the East Camp and the West Camp are all to protect the palace. What are you thinking of taking them?" The Queen Mother said in a cold voice.

The Queen Mother knew what Mo Lingtian wanted to do. Although this boy was lively, he had no military power. He must want to take this opportunity to recruit more than 200,000 elite troops from the east and west camps under his name. It was really a good plan.

But Queen Mother Wang could not control these 200,000-plus troops, and one of them was under the command of Gu Lun from the Five Cities Armaments Division. As expected, Mo Lingtian wanted to use this to deal with her and the Ling family.

But then the Queen Mother had an idea. Wasn't Mo Lingtian going to gather the old members of the Ling family and reorganize them? Haha, let's see what he can do. Could it be that the army that the Ling family had run for many years could still be controlled by him?

It would be best if the prince led the army himself. When the time comes, a trap will be set up to make Mo Lingtian die without a burial place. She has waited too long for the day when she supports Ling Qian to take the throne. The more children of the Zhao family die, the better. It would be best if all of them died.

The third prince on the side began to panic. Mo Lingtian was trying to seize the military power, so why didn't his grandmother stop him? Did his grandmother have another trick up her sleeve?

But President Mo Yuan looked at Mo Lingtian with great joy and said, "Tian'er, father will now hand over the troops of this camp to you. Forget it, Gu Lun, listen to my orders!"

"Here!" Gu Lun understood the moment the Ninth Prince stepped forward that the Ninth Prince didn't want to wait any longer. Since the Ling family had come up with such a dirty trick, he would take advantage of the situation and use the plan he had hidden for three years, including his Tianmen Camp. He just didn't know how many people would die in this battle. He just felt that following Mo Lingtian this time was a gamble, and it was a fight to the death.

Mo Yuan looked at Gu Lun who was standing in front of him. This was a young man whom he particularly admired and who had been loyal to him all these days. The despair in his heart slowly dissipated. These young people were his hope.

"Gu Lun, I order you to be the commander of the Azure Dragon Army of the East and West Camps and follow the Ninth Prince to the battle. If you can return safely, you will be crowned king and appointed a general. I will never break my promise."

"Tian'er, father is waiting for your good news."

Gu Lun and Mo Lingtian firmly accepted Mo Yuan's orders and prepared to go to the battle.

Zhao Xihua was also anxiously waiting this day. The news that the foreign tribes were approaching Kyoto had spread widely in the Gu family compound, and some people began to pack up and prepare to escape at any time.

The gate of the Gu family's East Garden was also tightly closed. Although Zhao Xihua had no arrangements, Pingshui, who was always organized, had already started packing up.

The spring breeze that was turning in and out couldn't hold back and came to Zhao Xi's painting and whispered, "Miss, is it true that we can't save Kyoto? What should we do? My son-in-law hasn't come back since yesterday, and we don't know what happened to him."

Zhao Xihua's mind was also in a mess now. She didn't know how to tell the girl beside her. After all, no matter how smart she was, she couldn't guess the final outcome.

She was just about to say a few words to Chunfeng, but unexpectedly, Changfeng came to Dongyuan and brought a piece of news that Zhao Xihua didn't like very much. When she saw that Gu Lun was not following Changfeng, her heart suddenly skipped a beat. It seemed that what she expected was about to happen.

"Madam, the young master has been appointed as the commander of the Azure Dragon Army to go to war with the Ninth Prince. He has already set out. The young master asked me to come back and inform you."

Changfeng looked at Zhao Xihua, whose face was calm. It was really not the young master's fault. The young master was in the conference room and was given a critical mission. He was the main general and had no chance to sneak back to meet the young lady. You know, it was not easy to win this battle.

When it comes to military intelligence, he can't say too much. Changfeng can only look at Zhao Xihua and say, "Madam, the young master said that he will be back when the peach blossoms are in full bloom."

Zhao Xihua closed his eyes and said nothing, but clenched his hands in his pockets into fists.

Chang Feng looked at Zhao Xihua and asked, "Does the Madam have anything for me to tell the Young Master?"

Zhao Xihua calmed down, took out a pair of scissors and a newly sewn sachet purse, then spread out her hair, cut off a strand of hair, put it in the purse, handed it to Changfeng, and said, "Give this to Gu Lun. I'll wait for him to come back and we'll be together forever."

Zhao Xihua has already decided that if Gu Lun can return safely this time, she will abandon all worries and be with him. Life is too short, even if she lives again, it will pass in a flash. She decided to follow her heart.

Chang Feng respectfully took the sachet and purse that Zhao Xihua handed to him and said, "Don't worry, Madam. Chang Feng will protect the safety of the young master until his death."

Zhao Xihua was somewhat moved. This young man had followed Gu Lun for a long time. He was Gu Lun's shadow and also Gu Lun's last line of defense.

She bowed solemnly towards Changfeng, which scared Changfeng. "Madam, don't do this. Don't do this." Changfeng suddenly became a little panicked.

"Changfeng, the young master is counting on you!" Zhao Xihua said to Changfeng.

Changfeng knew that he had to leave as the military situation was critical and he could not delay any longer.

"Young Madam, goodbye!"

Zhao Xihua looked at Changfeng's departing back and suddenly felt empty. She had never thought that she would be sad and worried about Gu Lun. Now the two of them seemed to be tied together by an unbreakable thread and could never be separated.

Zhao Xihua ordered people to close the gate of East Garden again, then turned to Pingshui and Chunfeng and said, "I know you have packed up your belongings, move out now."

"Sister," Pingshui whispered, "Every room and yard is packing up now. If we move out now, what if... what if we can't bear it, it might be too late to pack up then. Think twice."

Zhao Xihua smiled and said, "We won't leave, because we don't have to. I believe in him. If he really wants to protect someone, no one can suppress him. He is sending troops this time, and the Ninth Prince is a thoughtful person. He will definitely not play with his life. They will definitely win and will definitely come back alive.

Pingshui moved her lips and stopped persuading her, saying that the young lady wanted to carry the burden together with her brother-in-law.

Zhao Xihua then returned to her room. Just as she was about to lie down on the bed to rest for a while, Mrs. Qian, who was beside Madam Hua, came over and said to Zhao Xihua, "Madam, Madam asks you to go sit in the front hall."