C800 The Joke of 800 Overconfident

"This subject and others respectfully send you off, your majesty."

After Yan Shuo left, the officials all started to withdraw. On Yan Yuan's face, there was no hesitation whatsoever as he turned around and left the Zhaoming Palace without saying a word.

His tall back was wrapped in the deep purple robe, and he seemed even more lonely.

"Ol'nine, you really make me feel bad."

Yan Jue stood beside Yan Xiao, his hands folded inside his sleeves, looking at Yan Yuan's figure that was gradually disappearing in the distance, he sighed with melancholy.

Yan Xiao's expression was also full of disappointment and frustration. After a long while, he said: "If I didn't use my feelings too deeply, how would I have lost my head in one night?"

"Ah, yes."

Yan Jue recalled the day he sent the little guy back to King Jing Palace and saw him walking out from his room. It reminded him of that scene, and to this day, he was still shocked.

His silver hair fluttered in the wind, as if he had experienced a fierce battle and crawled out of hell. It was hard for him to imagine what kind of heart-wrenching torture he had to endure in order to force himself to live.

Life is better than death, life has nothing to live for the feeling, probably just like Old Ninth.

If not for Heng Er, he would have long ago followed Ruo Qing.

The Mr. Lu told me in private that he was very depressed. If he were to continue like this, who knows how many more years he would be able to hold on. "

Yan Jue's voice carried a faint sense of worry.

At the very least, you don't have to think about his wife all day. Since Liu Qian Xun forced Ruo Qing to death, he has to do something about it. "

Hearing that, Yan Jue agreed and nodded, "Just take it as letting him go out and relax."

Three days later, Yan Yuan led the troops out of the capital, and headed straight in the direction of Prefecture City.

Far away at the border, in a Imperial General's Estate, Meng Hui sat in the courtyard alone, in a daze.

Today, she had unintentionally heard General Zhang from the Old Zheng say that the Mo Family's troops were trapped in Mansion Sun City, losing all their food and resources, their morale was broken. Now that the King Jing was personally leading the troops to settle everything, they would presumably be able to do so in a short period of time.

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became. That day, when she was rescued by the Kaiser's secret guards from the northwest, the Old Zheng sent people to bring her back to the border and strictly forbade her from leaving.

She had also said before that she would no longer help Whitey and she did not have the ability to help him. Their positions were different, and they were destined to be unable to be friends.

However, when she thought of the things that he would face once he lost, her heart twitched involuntarily. The fist by her side subconsciously tightened.

After a moment of silence, she turned around and returned to her room. Putting away some clothes, she carried her backpack with her and sneaked out of the room.

After walking a few steps, he heard Zheng Qing Feng's low and deep voice sound out from behind him, "Where do you want to go again?"

Then, he turned his head with a mischievous smile on his face and looked at Zheng Qing Feng who had a displeased expression. He ran to's side and grabbed his arm like a dog, saying: "My daughter misses the empress dowager, and wants to go back to see her."

"Thinking of Her Majesty?"

Zheng Qing Feng squinted his eyes in disbelief. "Are you really thinking about the empress dowager?"

"Mm …"

Meng Hui tilted her head in feigned thought, then turned back to Zheng Qing Feng and said seriously: "You still want your majesty."

"Thinking of the Emperor?"

Zheng Qing Feng's brows twitched, when he saw Meng Hui's serious look, he could not tell if it was real or fake, "You took a fancy to the Emperor?"

"I've always had my eyes on the emperor."

Meng Hui's eyelids did not even blink. With such a sincere appearance, even she herself almost believed him, not to mention Zheng Qing Feng who treated his daughter like his ancestor.

Hearing Meng Hui's words, he used her fingers to rub her chin. After thinking for a while, she said, "If you want to be the empress, father must go back and tell the emperor. Don't let him suffer grievance."

"No, Dad, it's still too early to say that. The emperor might fall for me, so I have to go back and cultivate my feelings for the emperor, don't you think?"

Zheng Qing Feng turned his head to think, and that made sense. If the Emperor did not fancy Yan Er, he would not let Yan Er marry him to suffer, thus, this righteous general who was only lacking in eyes, was quickly fooled by Meng Hui.

He immediately said, "Father will send a few Death Soldiers to escort you back."

"Thank you, father."

Meng Hui was so happy that his eyes lit up, quickly hiding the craftiness in his eyes.

Zheng Qing Feng was not clear about the relationship between Mo Rong Tian and Mo Rong Tian, so, this time, even though he felt that Meng Hui's excuse was not convincing, he did not think too much about it. In his heart, his precious daughter was a person who did not know how to lie, and even if he did, he would be lying.

He even personally selected a death warrior from the army to escort Meng Hui back to the capital.

"Miss, this is not the direction to enter the capital."

One of the Death Soldiers warned when he saw Meng Hui changing directions and heading to the other road.

"I need to go to a place before I enter the capital."

"Yes."

Therefore, their martial arts skills were much higher than the other guards. They habitually accepted missions and never asked about much, thus, when Meng Hui said that they would first go to another place, they did not ask, and only escorted Meng Hui to the direction of Gong Yang City.

At this time, in the current Prefecture Yang City, the city gates were tightly shut. The outside of the city had been besieged for several days by Yan Yuan's troops, and the reserve troops were blocked.

The terrain of the Prefecture Yang City was difficult to defend and attack from the start. In addition, the Prefecture Yang City guard was once a vice general under the command of the great General Meng Chang Xiong, he was experienced in war. If he wanted to attack the city, it would be even more difficult than breaking out of Yan Yuan's grasp.

Having not eaten for several days, the Mo Family Army's morale was on the rise. Even the few vice generals who were following Mo Rong Tian all the way south started to waver.

"Impossible!" It can't be like this. "

The situation in front of Liu Qian Xun, made it hard for him to believe, let alone accept.

In order to restore the Mo family's Jiang Shan, in order to avenge Yu'er, he had plotted for more than 20 years, so how could he lose here?

If there were no results, then what was the point of all that he had done in the past twenty years?

In comparison to him, Mo Rong Tian was as calm as she ever was. Looking at the depression in the surroundings, she thought back to the bustling scene she saw in the past.

As long as the people could live and work in peace, who would be able to become the Kaiser that important?

Mo Rong Tian saw things too clearly, but Liu Qian Xun was different. His entire life's obsession was to wait for the day the Mo family would return to normal. But now, all of his persistence, his obsession, had become a joke that he overestimated himself.