Chapter 532

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Chapter 532

Xie Xuanji and Jiang Mingwei realised very clearly that it was their turn.

This feeling was so terrifying that Xie Xuanji panicked. Regardless of his reputation, he wrote a letter to Xie Xuanchen asking for peace, trying to appeal to King Qiyang’s remaining brotherhood with him. Xie Xuanji proposed that since the north and south were originally from the same family, they might as well use the river as the boundary to rule the world together.

After Xie Xuanchen received the letter, he tore it up without even reading it.

Who on earth would want to rule the world with you? I might as well do it myself.

In the 6th year of Zhangwu, which was the 5th year of Qingping in the south, just after the first day of the Qing Dynasty, Mu Mingtang personally took the set of armour and equipped it one by one for Xie Xuanchen.

Xie Xuanchen was the type of man that one shouldn’t jest; the more she did it, the more he refused to let go. Mu Mingtang was so tormented by him that she had no choice but to hug him back as he wished. She whispered to him, like she did 5 years ago, “I’ll wait for your return. I hope there will be no more wars in the future. I hope I will never have to put on your armour for you ever again.”

Xie Xuanchen also hugged her tighter, “Okay.”

Xie Xuanchen hugged Mu Mingtang’s waist hard before he finally picked up his sword and strode outside. Mu Mingtang stood in the hall and watched him push the door open against the sunlight. The sun shone on him, reflecting the sparkling starlight on the silver armour.

Only by deterring powerful enemies from outside and suppressing the royals from the inside could he be worthy of his title as Marquis of Wu’an. When Mu Mingtang first married him, Beirong and Xixia were surrounding them and the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun were still in the hands of foreign powers. But now, the north had been unified, Youyun was in their hands, cattle were everywhere outside the walls and the people lived and worked in peace alongside contentment. Only the southern court, which separated the lands with a river, was still standing.

Mu Mingtang’s eyes seemed to be filled with tears. It seemed that everyone else was wrong— her Wu’an had indeed made it. He made this happen.