Song Xian kept looking at Xie Liangchen, watching the flicker of hesitation in her eyes because of his words, and his heart raced with excitent. This was his position in her heart now.
At least he could cause her a mont of confusion and hesitation.
He gently rubbed the white porcelain teacup in front of him. The water in the cup was still warm, warming his hand, but because he held it too long, it beca scalding hot.
After waiting a long ti, Song Xian felt a burst of joy blooming in his heart when he finally heard Xie Liangchen’s reply: "Then thank you, sir."
She did not refuse.
Song Xian couldn’t help but let a smile form at the corner of his lips. The joy stayed within, allowing him to sigh in his heart. After all his efforts, he finally held so weight in her heart.
He picked up the teacup and took a sip, appearing calm, but the water in the cup was slightly rippling.
Putting down the teacup, Song Xian said, "Gouzi ntioned that there are still quite a few forr subordinates of Prince Guangyang hiding in secret in the territory, wanting to avenge Prince Guangyang, and that General Zhang Weihe is now over sixty."
Song Xian spoke while glancing outside; until the door opened, Chang An wouldn’t approach, so he could ntion the previous life without worry.
Song Xian said, "In my previous life, when I reclaid the territory, General Zhang had already passed away. Many people died in the internal chaos of the territory; war and famine almost depopulated Dai State. After taking over, I had to move households from the Northern states."
In his previous life, Song Xian seized the opportunity of internal chaos to act and reclaim it. A military person knows the priority of matters, prioritizing his soldiers’ lives. Although the people under the previous regi were pitiful, Song Xian wouldn’t risk himself for them.
Moreover, at that ti, Song Xian wasn’t soft-hearted; achieving goals naturally led to casualties, and he didn’t care. But now it’s different.
She knew what she cared about, and he had to face those lives because of her.
Xie Liangchen couldn’t recall when Song Xian reclaid the Northwest, but she knew roughly that after the North was pacified, Song Xian was stationed in the Northwest for border defense.
Song Xian said, "I’ve long wanted to reclaim the territory of Prince Guangyang and have stationed so people in the Northwest. This ti, at least, I can clarify the situation there before any internal chaos."
He needed to inquire about her parents’ whereabouts and send people to the Northwest, and Song Xian had to guard against the Henghai Jiedu Envoy and Song Qizheng. Xie Liangchen said, "Sir, don’t you think you’re short of manpower?"
Song Xian smiled faintly, his usually stern expression softened, like a spring breeze, "Indeed, not enough. I will withdraw so confidants from Zhenzhou. With Qu Chengi overseeing, I can be at ease."
Xie Liangchen was about to nod when Song Xian continued, "If you can be considerate, help a little more. I’ll leave the spring plowing in Zhenzhou to you."
Xie Liangchen said, "Rest assured, sir. The mountain land suitable for growing dicinal herbs around will not be idle. I and several villages..."
Song Xian felt he might have been deeply influenced by Cheng Yanzhao, becoming shaless. Knowing that Miss Xie was wholeheartedly discussing spring plowing, his gaze couldn’t help but fixate on her, hearing her lodious voice, yet paying no heed to the content.
When Xie Liangchen stopped speaking.
Song Xian ca back to his senses, "Alright, we’ll do as you say."
Xie Liangchen was slightly surprised but didn’t show it. Wasn’t Song Xian’s reply non-committal? She was clearly asking if the court had trial seeds?
Song Xian answered: Do as you say.
Did he not hear what she was saying? What was he doing? Lost in thought?
Xie Liangchen thought of this and faintly realized, the atmosphere around suddenly turned a bit awkward, and she wanted to repeat herself but gave up imdiately.
Spring plowing isn’t urgent; let’s first deal with the current epidemic. Besides, she felt a bit ntally exhausted, with too many thoughts crowding her mind, unable to sort out clearly.
Xie Liangchen stood up and bade farewell to Song Xian: "I’ll head back first."
Song Xian escorted Xie Liangchen to the door, watching her walk further away with the lamp, he wanted to rush forward and stand in front of her to talk a bit more.
The atmosphere just now was indeed nice, but if he were to say he wanted to marry her, what would she do?
She just revealed the secret of her identity, and if he did so, would it be as a threat, forcing her to agree? Or using reincarnation as a pretext, binding her to his side?
Clarifying all this would require much ntal energy from her, how could she spare any thought to properly consider such things?
Besides, what he wanted wasn’t a re marriage contract or reluctant compliance, but her genuine happiness.
Especially after realizing her emotional fluctuations towards him, he beca more convinced that there wasn’t an insurmountable gulf between them, and one day, that barrier would dissolve.
Rather than speaking empty words, it’s better to do sothing to truly share her burdens.
Xie Liangchen returned to the Official dicine Bureau, washed up, and lay on the kang.
Closing her eyes, her mind was a jumble, having learned too much today. The past and present mingled together, with her grandmother, younger brother, father, mother, so many people and matters needing her consideration.
To remain completely calm was impossible. As soon as she thought her parents might be in the hands of the Liao people, her heart felt like it held a hot iron.
The Prince Guangyang Mansion’s disaster, the old subordinates in the territory risking their lives for revenge, and even a Princess Jiahui in the Capital.
There was too much to do, but for now, they could only proceed step by step.
Xie Liangchen forced herself to calm down, needing to sleep and refresh, with much to do the next day.
In a daze, Xie Liangchen fell asleep, even dreaming. She found herself in danger, a vague ferocious beast devouring those around her.
She kept shooting arrows at the beast, but it wouldn’t fall, still roaring and pouncing towards her, when suddenly a white-haired tiger leapt out, biting the beast’s neck.
The terrifying fear instantly vanished.
When Xie Liangchen woke up the next day, she felt unexpectedly refreshed, recalling the dream but not understanding the connection with the white-haired tiger?
Does such a creature exist in the world?
...
Compared to the situation in Zhenzhou, Yingzhou was apparently in chaos.
Qin Maoxing was eagerly waiting for the dicinal materials from Zhenzhou, watching like a hawk.
"Will Song Xian take the opportunity to deal with us?"
The leaders in the camp whispered.
"The Military Governor is far away in the Capital City, our chaos would only benefit Song Xian."
"They say dicine is coming, is there really dicine?"
Qin Maoxing frowned, about to scold those leaders, thinking how could they still have the nerve to play tricks at such a ti.
"General," the military leader reported, "the dicinal materials from Zhenzhou have arrived."
Qin Maoxing felt a rush of joy, could not care for anything else, and led his n out of the camp to welco them.
The mule carts from Zhenzhou rolled grandly into the city.
People counted on the side: "Twenty-three mule carts."
Soone imdiately said, "Only that many, how much dicine can they deliver?"
Qin Maoxing ignored them and instead strode forward to open the box on the front mule cart.
Inside, several wooden boxes were neatly stacked.
Qin Maoxing lifted a wooden box, revealing pills of uniform size inside.
Qin Maoxing’s hand trembled slightly, was this the finished dicine Song Xian ntioned in his letter? The finished dicine made with the help of Miss Xie from Chen Family Village and Doctor Xu.
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