847 Injured (6)
After saying a few more words, the sky lit up. Seeing that Jingzhe and Gu Yu were about to come to wake Shen Miao up, Xie Jingxing left.
After Xie Jingxing left, Cong Yang appeared out of nowhere. Shen Miao glared at him and asked, “Why weren’t you here last night?”
Last night, when Xie Jingxing was injured, Cong Yang was nowhere to be seen. Now that Xie Jingxing left, he came out.
Cong Yang said apologetically, “Young Madam, it’s really unfortunate. I had a mission yesterday. I thought I would be back soon. Unexpectedly, I was delayed halfway. When I came back, it was already the next morning.” He looked apologetic and sincere as he asked, “Young Madam, do you have something to tell me?”
“Nothing.” Shen Miao waved her hand, closed the window, and left.
Cong Yang jumped back to the tree, feeling very aggrieved. Last night, his master instructed him not to make a sound, so Cong Yang could only squat on the tree for the entire night without even covering himself with a blanket. He did not know what his master and Young Madam were doing in the room. He thought about how his master had suffered that small injury and still had to rush back to the Shen mansion. Gao Yang wanted to stop his master’s bleeding, but his master did not let him. His master let the blood flow all over his body just to make Young Madam pity him.
Gao Yang felt sorry for himself. After being in the cold wind for the entire night, he still had to be blamed by Young Madam. His master did not give him any rewards. Why did no one feel sorry for him?
On the other side, Xie Jingxing was walking towards Prince Rui’s mansion.
Cong Yang had already reconstructed all the mansions from Prince Rui’s mansion to the Shen mansion. There were no walls between them, almost forming a continuous mansion.
The cold wind in the late winter was heavy. Outside his loose white robe, he was wearing a black cloak. The black and white colors collided, making his face look a little pale.
He was not wearing a mask, and his expression was not as relaxed as usual. His beautiful eyes, which were always curved, were deep and dark, carrying a trace of coldness.
In the end, he still lied to Shen Miao.
Apart from the scars left behind in the northern border, there were also scars left behind in the Daliang Dynasty.
The scar left behind in the northern border was caused by the knife of the deputy general of the Xie army, who Xie Ding trusted the most. That scar was so deep that the bones could be seen. Later, during the half a year he was recuperating in the Daliang Dynasty, people said that he could not get over it. In the end, Gao Yang risked his life to save him from the jaws of death. Gao Yang said that if the knife was slightly off at that time, or if Gao Yang came any later, his life would probably not be saved.
Apart from Gao Yang, Emperor Yong Le, and his trusted aides, no one else knew that Xie Jingxing was injured. When he appeared in the imperial court of the Daliang Dynasty again, he was still the handsome Prince Rui.
However, it was not easy for people to accept a prince who came out of nowhere. Everything in this world was related to benefits. The appearance of Prince Rui would eventually cause some people to lose benefits. Therefore, there were countless schemes and plots against him.
There were countless life and death situations, and he had also suffered many injuries. In the Daliang Dynasty, fighting was even more brutal than in Ming Qi. In Ming Qi, his identity was hidden, and the royal family was dealing with the entire Marquis of Lin’an, not him alone. In the Daliang Dynasty, people were targeting him for the title he claimed.
Every time, after escaping death, the person who appeared in the imperial court the next day was still Prince Rui, who had a lazy smile on his face. In everyone’s hearts, Prince Rui was a terrifying enemy who was scheming and ruthless. They no longer acted rashly. They respected and feared him. In their hearts, they wished that Prince Rui would die instead of living, but on the surface, they had to bow to him.
That was what Xie Jingxing risked his life to earn.
He used two years to stabilize his identity as Prince Rui in the Daliang Dynasty. No one dared to suspect him, provoke him, and scheme against him.
“I want to know.” Shen said, “Tell me for the sake of helping me be better prepared mentally. I don’t want to go to a strange place without knowing anything.”
On this winter morning, Xie Jingxing walked slowly. His green boots stepped on the snow, making rustling sounds. Ice crystals swayed on the tree like hanging gems.
A faint smile slowly appeared on his lips.
What was there to prepare?
In any case, he would get rid of all the trouble for her.