The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

"Fight to end war, there may be no more wars after the Dali period." It was hard to tell whether it was a comfort or something else. She stood beside him and could feel the cool autumn breeze. "Your wound is not healed yet, why don't you go in?"

In the distant bedroom, there were palace maids holding lanterns standing under the porch, in silence.

He suddenly held her hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Well...it's cold, let's go back first."

The curtains of the bedroom fell on the bed, and the window was opened a gap of three fingers wide, letting in a slight breeze. A person walked into the bedroom, and a palace maid came in, seeming to light a lamp.

"Let's go out first."

His voice was neither sad nor happy, but upon closer listening, there was still something a little wrong. The palace maid did not think too much about it and stepped back.

The entire bedroom was as cold as water at night, and the emptiness was as deep as a valley, making people feel icy cold. When his fingers touched the soft mattress, it was as if he had touched some ice, and he suddenly retracted his hand.

"Cough cough!!"

Just now there was a noise in the bedroom, and someone pushed the door open and walked in. A woman stood in the outer hall with a thin back, and the moonlight cast a slender figure, "Ning Rongzhang..."

His body suddenly stiffened, and he stood up suddenly as if he was in a hurry, and suddenly knelt down with his whole body. The jade pendant on his belt fell to the ground and broke with a "dingling" sound.

He stood up in panic, pressing his palm on the fragment, deeply embedded in the blood. Ji Mengshu ran to him in two or three steps, squatted down and hugged him.

"If you want to cry, you can cry."

His black hair was untied and scattered behind his head. His pale face was pressed against her arm, and his pupils were a little unfocused. "Ah Shu... I..."

Ning Rongzhang had been on the battlefield for many years, winning and losing, but he had never experienced a massacre like the one in Li'nan. Ever since that day on the battlefield, whenever he closed his eyes in the dead of night, all he could see and hear was the scene of Li'nan's blood flowing like a river.

He hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

"I'm afraid Huaize's leg will never heal." He said in a deep voice.

"With Doctor Baili here, General Li's leg might still have a chance of recovery, but if you get sick, the entire Dali will be leaderless, and I'm afraid something bad will happen again." Ji Mengshu patted his shoulder. "Don't worry."

Seeing the man lying on the bed, Ji Mengshu went to the outer hall to get some sleep-aiding incense and slowly lit it. Seeing the man's brows gradually relax, he stayed in the inner hall for half the night before getting up and leaving.

The next day is dawn.

At the morning court, all the officials waited quietly, occasionally whispering, "I heard the city gates open when I was sleeping yesterday. Maybe the king's army has returned."

In the battle of Linan, the Xinrong army was completely wiped out, and even Dali suffered heavy losses. Of the troops brought by Ning Rongzhang and the defenders of Linan, only 20% were left alive.

"The battle report from the front line says that two generals from the Ji and Li families are in a coma. We in Dali can't get any benefits from this!"

"I really don't know what kind of general the Xinrong leader is."

...

After a while, Wei Zheng walked up to the main hall and asked the court officials to serve him. When the officials saw him, they asked, "Master Wei, I wonder if the prince has returned?"

Wei Zheng raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it? Last night I went to the city gate to pick someone up, and the prince has already returned. You guys should wait a little longer."

Today's morning court was customary. All officials waited for about a moment. The eunuch in the palace came over with an apologetic look on his face and said, "My lords, I am really sorry. The prince is still recovering from this battle. If you have any important matters, you can write to the prince. After the prince reads it, he will reply to you."

After the conversation, everyone started to whisper to each other. Someone asked, "I wonder if the prince is feeling better after returning from Linan?"

The eunuch smiled slightly, quite meaningfully, "Going to the battlefield, it is inevitable that there will be some injuries, but the prince has experienced hundreds of battles, so he just needs to rest well."

The court officials felt relieved and dismissed the court.

This care takes several months.

One day, the weather was extremely cold and a few snowflakes fell at night. When Ji Mengshu woke up in the morning, there was a thin layer of frost on the ground. When he stepped out of the door, he vaguely realized that winter had come again.

Ji Yuan was coming out of the main hall, having obviously just finished a conversation with his father. The hem of his dark blue cloak was tangled with frost as he walked towards people. "Ah Shu, are you going to the palace today?"

Ji Mengshu didn't answer, but smiled at the person, "Brother went to father's room early in the morning, what did you talk about in private?"

Ji Yuanzheng's face suddenly turned red, he put his index finger to his lips and coughed twice, "Father means that I am a few years older than you, so I should marry first."

"Oh..." She stretched out her voice and jokingly said, "So when are you going to go to the Wan Mansion to propose marriage?"

"We're already preparing." The voice blended into the misty air, carrying a hint of anticipation.

Earlier than Ji Mengshu's marriage was her brother's marriage.

Not long after today, Ji Yuanzheng went to the Wan Mansion with the betrothal gifts. Originally, Lord Wan meant that Wan Rong, as the concubine of the previous emperor, should not remarry.

According to the rules of the previous dynasty, when the emperor died, if the concubine had a son, she would be placed in the harem as a concubine. But if she was a childless concubine, she would either be buried alive with the emperor or keep vigil for the late emperor, thus ending her life with a green lamp and an ancient Buddha.

However, the regent showed mercy and not only sent all the concubines of the previous dynasty back to their hometowns, but also allowed them to marry freely. The regent personally arranged Wan Rong's marriage, taking this as an example.

Lord Wan stopped talking. Looking at the marriage certificate, he smiled at Wan Rong, patting her shoulder with one hand and saying earnestly, "I didn't expect Rong'er to have such good fortune in her life. General Ji is a young man with many military achievements and a handsome man. The prince is granting the marriage at this time. Could it be that he intends to promote our Wan family?"

The Wan family was only an official in Li County. How could the regent be in the capital and hear about the Wan family? But Lord Wan didn't believe it. He always thought that it was his outstanding achievements that were presented to the regent, which made people pay attention to the Wan family. Then he promised his daughter to the son of the Ji family.

Madam Wan pursed her lips and said nothing, "Master, the person is still outside, can you at least reply?"

Lord Wan slapped his head and said, "It's a match made in heaven, how can I refuse it?"

The marriage was quickly decided, in the winter of this year.

Time is a little rushed.

Ji Yuanzheng was unusually relaxed, not looking like a groom anytime soon. Instead, he asked Jiang's mother to be busy preparing for her son's wedding.

When leaving the mansion, the carriage was already ready, and the octagonal lantern unique to the Ji Mansion was hung on the corner of the carriage. Ji Mengshu stepped on the pier and got into the carriage.

Ji's Mansion and Li's Mansion were not far apart. When one looked over through the curtain, one could see two guards standing outside Li's Mansion.

Li Huaize woke up a few days ago. Just as the imperial physician said, his right leg was seriously injured. Whether it can recover in the future is another matter. For now, he can only sit in a wheelchair.