Chapter 234: Chapter 233 Jealous Husband
Sang Yan was pulled back to the State Mansion by He Ying.
Tomorrow, they would set off to return to the Capital City.
Pei Muyang called his servants to pack and get everything in order.
Having just finished inventorying, he saw He Ying return with Sang Yan from outside.
The master in front wore a dark expression.
The master following behind had a listless face, obediently entering the room.
“Slam!”
The door was shut firmly.
What had just happened?
Pei Muyang pricked up his ears, waiting outside, afraid the two masters were in so sort of disagreent.
Everyone knew if the Empress wasn’t happy, neither was the Emperor, and if the Emperor wasn’t happy, they, the servants, would bear the brunt of it.
Pei Muyang touched his neck, sighing softly: He was so worried about the couple’s relationship!
Inside the room
He Ying frowned deeply, not at all pleased as he reached out to Sang Yan, “Give it to .”
Sang Yan was also displeased, “I won’t.”
Tsk, this man could change his face so quickly, how domineering!
Initially, she had intended to give it to him, but now she would wait until she felt better.
He Ying’s handso face grew darker as he resisted the urge to bite her arrogant little face, and said irritably, “That woman’s gaze towards you was wrong. What did she give you? Hand it over quickly, don’t force to rip it apart. Such worthless trinkets are treated like treasures by you. I’ve given you so many things, yet I never see you carrying them with you every day.”
His tone was filled with such lant.
Pei Muyang, standing by the door, heard this and wanted to laugh but dared not: Ah, there goes the Emperor being jealous again. Still over a woman, no less. His master really was a jealous husband, foolishly in love with the Empress.
While he was thinking distractedly—
Laughter that Sang Yan couldn’t suppress ca from inside the room.
“Ha ha ha—”
Sang Yan leaned on a table, laughing till she was nearly in tears.
Her laughter only made He Ying’s face turn darker.
Seeing his anger about to erupt, she quickly raised her hand before he could lose his temper, pinched his face, and said with a laugh, “Xinyuan, how can you be so adorable?”
She swore she had never found a jealous He Ying to be so cute.
Sang Yan drew a veil from her sleeve, then reached into He Ying’s embrace to feel around, and quickly ca upon a soft piece of cloth, which she pulled out and shook before holding it up to him with a triumphant flourish.
“Look at these two veils, don’t they resemble each other?”
Both were white veils, embroidered with mandarin ducks engaged in an affectionate entanglent.
The difference was that one veil had crude embroidery, making it difficult to discern the mandarin ducks, while the other, though the embroidery wasn’t top-notch, was significantly better, capturing the intimate sentint between the ducks.
“Do you rember? On Chinese Valentine’s Day, I said I wanted to embroider a new veil. Qin Tangyue is an expert in embroidery, so I had her teach for a few days. Yesterday, I accidentally snagged a thread, so I let her help nd it, and I didn’t expect to run into her halfway.”
Sang Yan softly explained, then carefully folded both veils and gently placed them in He Ying’s embrace.
“Keep them safe. I spent a long ti embroidering them. You big vinegar jar!”
She poked He Ying’s chest with a finger, her words tinged with reproach, “Lose them, and you won’t get any more, understand?”
He Ying was already moved beyond words.
So that was it.
She was embroidering a veil for him, which is why she had t with Qin Tangyue.
She hadn’t intended to beco close with Qin Tangyue.
He had misunderstood.
Along with his emotion ca embarrassnt, feeling his earlier behavior was quite childish.
But he didn’t regret doing so.
His possessiveness was that strong.
Even if the other was a woman, he didn’t want her looking at his Ah Yan like that.
“I won’t lose it. I might lose myself, but never that.”
He gazed at the radiant smile before him, his heart stirred, and he pulled her into his embrace, planting a fervent kiss on her.
The following day
The grand army departed from Quanzhou in a spectacular procession.
The citizens, having heard the news, ca out to the streets to see them off of their own accord.
Sang Yan, drowsy and sleepy, sat in the carriage, leaning into He Ying’s embrace.
It was too early in the day.
Soone had really made a fuss yesterday, and now, she had slept for less than four hours.
But the culprit couldn’t have looked more radiant.
By contrast, it was infuriating!
“Loyal subject bidding farewell to the Empress—”
“May the Lady have a safe journey!”
“May the Lady be blessed with peace and safety!”
…
As they approached the city gate, the loud voices outside were becoming louder and more orderly.
Finally, they were all bidding farewell to Sang Yan.
Sang Yan rubbed her eyes and lifted the carriage curtain: on both sides of the street, many citizens were kneeling, a dense crowd with faces full of gratitude.
The common people were so sincere.
Once their lives were secure, they were grateful to those in power.
She felt a softness in her heart and wanted to say sothing, but ultimately, she lowered the curtain and sat upright.
It was not until the procession had left Quanzhou that the shouting gradually subsided.
Sang Yan leaned against He Ying’s shoulder, her eyes downcast, her emotions incredibly complex: labeled as a husband-cursing wife, despised, and slighted for so long, this was the first ti she had received such gratitude, and she couldn’t describe the feeling.
It was as if she had been lifted from the depths of hell to a high place all of a sudden.
It was too simple.
She clearly hadn’t done much.
This sense of unreality made her anxious: was this just a dream? Would she fall from the clouds again and end up back in the mire?
*
At the border between Beiqi and Da He,
The twilight deepened.
Countless torches were lit in the Jizhou army camp.
Atop the tower,
A young and lean sentry was vigilant for any signs of activity in the distance.
Suddenly, upon seeing sothing, the sentry descended rapidly from the tower and ran hurriedly toward the Commander’s tent in the middle of the camp.
Inside the tent,
Rong Ye was drinking strong alcohol, intently studying a map of the Beiqi territory on the wall.
The map was shaped like a gourd.
The Beiqi Royal Capital was in the center of the gourd.
That was his destination.
His eyes reddened as he looked, and he grabbed a broken arrow from the table and stabbed it into the map.
Right at the location of the Royal Capital.
He seed satisfied, yet dissatisfied at the sa ti, his dark and rough face revealing a fierce killing intent under the flickering light.
“Has Rong Bing not returned?”
He roared out of the tent, his voice booming like a bell.
Just then, the tent flap was lifted, and the young and lean sentry hurried in.
“Reporting to the Commander—”
The sentry knelt down: “Just now, I spotted General Rong Bing’s warhorse, he should arrive in about the ti it takes to drink a cup of tea.”
Rong Ye, hearing that his younger brother was returning, laughed loudly: “Good! If Rong Bing can return alive, then it is a divine blessing for Da He! I have been fed up with this humiliation here!”
He was dressed in black armor, with coiled muscles and a jingling curved saber slung across his waist. His tiger-like eyes were imposing, and his face was frad by a bearded jaw, accentuating his imposing presence.
At this mont, he patted the curved saber at his waist, his eyes glowing with a bloodthirsty light.
If it wasn’t for those Beiqi rabbits knowing how to show weakness, Beiqi would have already been reduced to flat ground by his Rong Family Army!
Co on!
Hurry up!
When Rong Bing arrives, he will definitely bring back the Emperor’s good news to start the war!
Beiqi is currently in civil unrest, and Prince Qi Wuya has killed his father and brother, and lacks the people’s support—there couldn’t be a better opportunity to declare war!
“Report—”
A soldier’s voice carrying a report ca from outside.
Rong Ye thought Rong Bing had arrived and was overjoyed. He imdiately strode out of the tent energetically.
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