The concubine's favorite? Break off the engagement and marry another prince, please respect you

Chapter 73

Sometimes she would wonder if this person had figured her out.

Otherwise, how would he know that she liked to see this tone of his, so he could always make her heart itch just right.

In fact, Xie Wan Ning has always liked to get along with open, bright and cheerful people since she was a child. She doesn't like those who are shy and timid, regardless of whether they are men or women.

But this kind of expression, which can easily make people feel vulgar if they are not careful, appears on him and makes people feel pleasing for no reason.

She propped up her chin and joked in a soft voice: "I see that you are a dignified and calm person, why are you always so shy?"

Pei Yuqing raised his eyes and glanced at her, then said calmly, "Just play tricks on me less often."

What Xie Wan Ning didn't know was that Pei Yuqing had suffered from heart disease since childhood and had learned to stabilize his emotions early on. Over the years, he rarely showed any shyness or even the simplest emotional ups and downs.

His courtesy and gentleness were only revealed on the surface. His true inner self was cold, a completely different kind of coldness from Lu Ziyan's.

Such indifference only melted away in front of her and turned into spring water.

If he didn't really like her, why would he blush when she teased him?

Xie Wan Ning certainly understood his intentions, and because she understood, she was so unscrupulous.

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Yunzhou City.

The sun was scorching hot, burning the earth. The military camp ordered to quell the rebellion was stationed ten miles away from the city gate.

In the tent in the middle of the camp, several lieutenants under Lu Ziyan were intensely discussing the details of tomorrow's battle.

The Great Khanate was established more than two hundred years ago. Although successive emperors were diligent and hardworking and there had never been a single incompetent ruler, the corruption within the dynasty was still unstoppable, and the barbarians on the border had begun to stir decades ago.

In order to guard the border, the imperial court has lost countless generals. In the past two years, the border has been barely stable, but internal banditry and rebellion have occurred frequently.

And this time, it was not even a mob of bandits that appeared, but Lu Ping, the governor of Yunzhou, who intended to rebel.

Lu Ping was of Hu descent and was born a Ma slave, but he was extremely brave on the battlefield and made many outstanding achievements. He once chopped off the head of the Qiang leader with one sword, and was highly regarded by the emperor.

There were only sixteen Jiedushi in the Khanate, all of whom were high-ranking officials in charge of guarding a region with heavy troops, and were real local emperors.

Lü Ping was honored to hold this position despite being half a foreigner, because the emperor trusted him and did not want to bury his talent.

With such kindness, any other minister would have been filled with gratitude and would have wanted to die for the country. However, not only was Lu Ping not grateful, but the military power in his hands only fueled his wolfish ambitions day after day.

Some time ago, the Qingtian Guard submitted a secret report, saying that Lu Ping had joined forces with foreign tribes, intending to cooperate internally and externally, open the Yanyun Pass, welcome the foreign tribes in, and destroy the dynasty.

Yanyun Pass is one of the four major city passes of the Khan. It has never been lost in more than 200 years since the founding of the dynasty. Once foreign cavalry breaks through this pass, it will not only be a great humiliation, but also a direct threat to the safety of the capital.

It is conceivable how shocked the emperor was when he received the secret report. He was not an emperor who would only listen to one side of the story. After receiving the news, he immediately issued an order to summon Lu Ping to Beijing to report on his work.

As long as he dared to enter the capital, the emperor was willing to believe that he was innocent.

Perhaps there were people from other races who deliberately misled the Qingtian Guards with false information, stirred up the emperor's suspicion, and unjustly killed a famous general, so as to make all the soldiers in the court feel humiliated.

After all, such unjust cases have occurred in history.

But Lu Ping didn't dare to come to Beijing.

He claimed that a small-scale bandit riot had occurred in a certain place in Yunzhou, and he personally led the troops to suppress it. He suffered some minor injuries and was not only unable to enter the capital, but also asked the court to allocate funds to reward the soldiers who had "made great contributions."

The emperor issued three urgent summons in succession, and Lu Ping responded with this reason each time, but secretly he maintained frequent contacts with other ethnic groups.

His thoughts were obvious. Unfortunately, Lu Ping didn't know that although the huge dynasty was somewhat weak internally, the Sky Guards were still able to reach the sky. He thought that the letter that had been passed to the foreign tribes had been intercepted and presented on the imperial table.

Lu Ziyan led his troops here this time to personally capture Lu Ping and bring him back to the capital to be punished.

Yunzhou City has been surrounded by them, and the only thing left is how to capture them.

Several subordinates in the tent held different opinions and discussed heatedly. Those who were eager to make achievements thought that they should launch a strong attack, capture the rebel general with lightning speed and enhance the prestige of our army.

The other side believed that there were at least hundreds of thousands of people in the city, and a violent attack would only lead to massacre of the people. The years of peace in Yunzhou City would be destroyed, and it would take at least decades to recover.

These are all the people ruled by the Khan, not anyone else.

Instead of a strong attack, it is better to slowly consume the enemy. Lu Ping has no reinforcements, and the food and grass in the city are limited. There will always be a day when they are exhausted, so there is no need to worry that they will not rush out to fight.

Although doing so would make the court's momentum in suppressing the rebellion seem weak in the eyes of the people, it could minimize casualties.

The people below were arguing endlessly, while the commander-in-chief Lu Ziyan was sitting at the top in casual clothes, with his eyes slightly closed, not saying a word, with a faint blue color in his eyes.

Suddenly, the tent was opened and the soldier on duty at the door came in holding a letter in his hand.

"General, there is a letter from the capital."

Lu Ziyan raised his eyes in surprise, took the letter, opened it, read it quickly, then read it again carefully, with an unclear expression on his face.

Seeing this, the old general with white hair and beard below him asked tentatively: "General Lu, is there any news from the capital?"

"This is a letter from home. It has nothing to do with the war. You guys continue to discuss while I go and write a reply."

As he spoke, Lu Ziyan folded the letter paper casually, stood up and walked to the desk in the corner.

The letter was from Mingjian, saying that everything was fine in the capital.

As expected, the cruel girl did not reply to his letter.

But it didn't matter, he was not disappointed, and he was not angry with her.

As long as she is willing to wait for him.

Lu Ziyan picked up his pen and wrote two replies, one to Ming Jian and the other to Xie Wan Ning.

The letter did not reveal anything except the military strategic deployment, and he even wanted to tell her everything about his diet and daily life.

As he was writing, he suddenly stopped, not knowing what he was thinking about and couldn't put pen to paper.

Finally, he pursed his lips, turned his wrist, and four words appeared quickly on the white rice paper.

Thinking of you is crazy...

His handwriting is like his personality, revealing a sense of arrogance, but between the lines is a gentle and soft voice that is the opposite.

After finishing the letter, Lu Ziyan looked at the words on it and couldn't believe that these affectionate words were actually written by him.

He is a man of iron will and murderous spirit, but he can actually write such tender love words.

But after hesitating for a while, he asked his subordinates to send it back to the capital.

The lieutenants were still arguing, and some of the hot-tempered ones had their faces red and necks thick, and their voices were so loud that Lu Ziyan, who was in the corner, frowned slightly.

(End of this chapter)