The Main Story Chapter 84 The Queen's Intention

  "Didn't you say you wanted to marry me?" Her nose turned sour, and Yan Zhuo's tears fell again.

  Yuwen's tone softened as he let out a gentle sigh, "Alright, go down quickly and wait for me."

  "No." She shook her head stubbornly, her fingers intertwining with his as she grasped his hand tightly, her soft voice carrying an unyielding firmness. "I can do nothing for you, young master. The only thing I can do is stay by your side and share in your joys and sorrows."

  "Zhaodi..." Yuwen gently brushed away the hair from her face, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten.

  With a shy smile, her face was covered in sweat and tears, but to his eyes, it was the most beautiful sight.

  Two people hand in hand, step by step, walked with difficulty on the scorching iron plate. Under their feet were fierce flames and sharp blades, before them was the unknown and hardship, but what they held onto was each other, was happiness.

  Tears, she didn't know when they had crawled all over her face. Summer looked up at them with her head thrown back, and felt that the scene before her eyes was the most beautiful landscape she had ever seen.

  "If it's true love, then you shouldn't give up easily."

  A certain string in her heart was inexplicably pulled, and she turned to look at the owner of the voice - Yuan Longpan standing beside her. Although his face still looked a bit immature, after all, they were biological brothers, and when he wasn't smiling, the outline of his profile could vaguely reveal a shadow of Little San. In a few more years, when he became even more mature, he would also possess the same lethal charm as his older brother.

  As the sky grew darker, Yuan Longxiang and Xia Tian didn't return to the Ling Wang Fu until they had helped Yuwen and Yan Zhaoji treat their wounds. Xia Tian hadn't slept all night and had been busy for a whole day, so she was already exhausted. Before the horse carriage even arrived at the Ling Wang Fu, she fell asleep.

  Yuan Longlin sent her back to Moligang, and was about to go see San Ge when he met Qing Ming on the way.

  The moonlight is faintly white, and it shines brightly with the snow on the ground.

  "See you later." He waved his hand casually without stopping his pace.

  "Where are you from?" Qing Meng asked with a stern expression and lowered eyes.

  "Huh?" Yuan Longlin stopped in his tracks, "I just sent San Shu back, what's wrong?"

  "Have you been with her all day?"

  "Who? Third sister-in-law? Yeah, third brother asked me to accompany her for a walk."

  The hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist involuntarily, and he was so stifled that he coughed several times.

  "Qing Ming, what's wrong with you? Are you ill?"

  "Cough, no, cough, cough, none." As if suddenly being poked at a hidden secret, Qing Ming became flustered and unable to calm down, the more he tried to stop this annoying cough, the more he couldn't stop coughing.

  "You..."

  As if afraid of being asked more questions by Yuan Longxiang, he turned and left immediately.

  "Are you going to Moliguan? Third Aunt is already asleep."

  Qing Ming suddenly stopped in his tracks, stunned for a moment before quickly turning back to run, and as he passed by Yuan Longlin's side, he even violently bumped into him.

  "Hey?" Looking at his somewhat flustered and fleeing back, Yuan Longlin rubbed his sore shoulder, bewildered.

  The Ling Wang Fu, which had just calmed down for less than a day, suddenly broke out with two pieces of news that the lower-ranking servants were eager to discuss. The first piece of news was that the queen, who had always been unwilling to have much contact with the five madams, suddenly ordered the five madams to report to Mo Li Ge immediately. It is said that Luo Ji Madam claimed to be unwell and refused to go, but the imperial physician arrived soon after, and Luo Ji Madam had no choice but to go. The second piece of news was only spread after the five madams left Mo Li Ge: at three o'clock tomorrow morning, the queen would conduct "military training" for the five madams in the garden.

  Yuan Longlin burst out laughing in the Jingmo Pavilion as soon as he heard this last piece of news, and even Yun Wuxi, who was usually calm and collected, showed a hint of extreme interest.

  "Third Brother, it seems Third Sister-in-law is planning to train a battalion of daughter soldiers to deal with you!"

  Yuan Longqiao gently slid the floating leaves on the surface of the tea soup with a spoon, and his eyes smiled slightly, "Thanks again!"

  "What am I thanking you for? This idea wasn't even mine, it was given by my sister-in-law!" Yuan Longlin hastily clarified.

  "Even if you say it's the Seventh Prince's idea, we wouldn't believe it!"

  "What do you mean by that?"

  Yu Wú Qī picked up the teacup on the table, curled up the corner of his mouth, and slowly started drinking tea.

  "How is Yuwen doing?" Yuan Longqiao timely changed the subject.

  Yuan Longlin's smile faded, and he sighed: "He was badly injured, but the Mani tribe has a very effective medicine for this kind of injury, so it shouldn't be too serious. I just didn't expect Yuwen to be such a devoted person, yesterday's scene was quite tragic, but also very touching."

  "I'm afraid his marriage won't be too smooth." Yun Wuqi put down his teacup and shook his head worriedly.

  "Yesterday, the old man Qu Yun was indeed a reasonable person despite his tough appearance. He allowed Yuwen to bring Yan's daughter back to Xili for the tribal initiation ceremony after he recovered from his injuries."

  Yun Wuqi shook her head again, "What I'm worried about is Yuwen's father. It's easy to enter the clan, but it's not easy to become the future daughter-in-law of the clan leader."

  His fingers gently stroked the rim of the cup, and Yuan Long closed his eyes. Yuan Long also fell silent for a moment.

  At three o'clock in the morning, at the Ling Wang Fu garden.

  In the summer, a fiery red fox fur stood upright on the steps of Xi Yu Ting. Outside the pavilion, five concubines of Yuan Longqiao stood on the lower steps - Luo Ji, Chun Ji, Yun Ji, Yan Ji and Wan Ji.

  Xiu Niang and Feng Lian were standing by with the personal maids of these ladies, their faces filled with curiosity. In fact, no one in the Wang Fu was not curious, it's just that no one dared to come and take a peek, but everyone's attention was focused here.

  "Listen to my command! Right face - attention!" In the summer when I was in junior high school, I served as a sports committee member in our class. When giving commands, I sounded very professional and clear, with my voice carrying far away.

  Luoji several of you look at me, I look at you, none of us understand what it means. The maidservants in the distance also stared with wide eyes at their masters, all thinking "look to the right" is something!

  Xiatian rolled her eyes and pointed at Luojie, "Align to the right means taking Luojie as the standard. Each of you must stand in a straight line with her. Whoever is out of line should adjust themselves."

  Everyone looked at Luoji, but no one moved a single step.

  "Quickly, right face! Don't my words take effect?"

  Everyone took a step back quickly, whether they were willing or not, and looked at Luo Ji standing in a row.

  "Forward - look!" This time she didn't need to explain, everyone looked at her with a sudden movement.

  "Right face! Forward march!" This time, without any obstruction, the command was executed smoothly. Xia Tian nodded with a hint of a smile on his face, feeling a little pleased in his heart. He opened his mouth to shout "At ease", but thought it would be too hard to explain, so he immediately changed to what he thought was a simpler "Count off!"

  As soon as the order was given, several ladies frowned at each other and then rushed to a nearby cluster of trees, each hugging one tightly.

  "What...?" Xia Tian was stunned, his nose almost crooked, "What are you doing?"

  Luo Ji glared at her and turned away with a huff. Yan Ji looked at Xia Tian with a timid expression, her voice barely above a whisper: "Didn't the princess tell me to wait by the tree?"