Princess, come home quickly, the God of War Prince is going to be jealous to death!

"Did something happen between Yue'er and the prince?" Long Ze stared at Wen Zhiyue. He wanted to find out what the relationship between Yue'er and the prince was.

"His Majesty and I were granted marriage for three years, and we got married after the Pilgrimage Festival, but there was an accident during the Pilgrimage Festival." Wen Zhiyue lamented, with a self-deprecating smile on her lips, and she simply told Long Ze what happened three years ago. He said again, "Today is the first time that the prince and I have met each other after three years of separation."

"Yue'er has suffered in the past three years." Long Ze said with distress in his eyes, "My cousin is back. My cousin will run the Sihai Village well. The Long family army and the prince's formation are a big expense."

"My cousin has just come back, it is more important to take good care of your health first." Wen Zhiyue looked at Long Ze with sadness in her eyes, "More than three years of cartilage dispersion must have done a lot of damage to the body. When the prince withdraws his troops and returns to Tianyu, I will take you Let’s go to Zhufeng Mountain to see it.”

"My health has improved a lot. The accounts of Sihai Village for three years are enough for my cousin to look at for the first half of the year." Long Ze smiled slightly, with a hint of endearment in his smile.

"If my cousin doesn't want to go to Zhufeng Mountain, then let Ye Zhao recuperate my cousin at Zhuxi Manor." After Wen Zhiyue said that, she let Long Ze rest and returned to her tent.

Inside the tent, Xuemei and Luo Chuan looked at Wen Zhiyue who walked in, and immediately stood up and saluted.

"You have worked hard these past few days." Wen Zhiyue motioned for the two of them to sit down. She walked to the main seat, sat down, and turned her eyes to Luochuan, "How many people were killed or injured by the secret guard."

"There are zero dead, more than 20 injured, and seven seriously injured." Luo Chuan answered calmly.

"Tomorrow you take the secret guards back to Zhuxi Manor. When you arrive at Zhuxi Manor, treat those who are injured, and seek treatment from Ye Zhao for those who are seriously injured. Try to keep everyone alive." Wen Zhiyue looked calm, with determination in her eyes.

"Girl, aren't you going back?" Xuemei looked at Wen Zhiyue doubtfully.

Wen Zhiyue raised her head and met Xuemei's gaze. Her determined and persistent eyes were full of coldness, "I'm waiting for Ling Yi here to attack Dongyue with a hundred thousand troops."

"My subordinate is willing to go with the girl." Luo Chuan looked at Wen Zhiyue firmly.

"Luochuan will take those dozens of people tomorrow and send them back to the villa safely." Wen Zhiyue looked at Luochuan with a warning look, "The resources and property used by Dark Moon Tower to train a secret guard are immeasurable and cannot be measured. Motivated."

"Yes." Luo Chuan lowered his head guiltily.

"Okay, go back to the manor and treat the injury as soon as possible. If Dongyue City is destroyed, the Jianghu forces of the Dongyue Imperial Division will come out in full force. The Jianghu forces must be solved by Jianghu people." Wen Zhiyue frowned. In her previous life, she caused a disaster in Wuyin Mountain The traitor of the soldiers' civil war and separatism has not yet been found. She believes that this traitor must be a spy from some country, and this traitor must not be from the court, but from the Jianghu.

"I'm afraid the girl is tired. I'll serve you and take a rest." Xuemei looked at the worried Wen Zhiyue and signaled to Luochuan. Luochuan stood up, bowed and exited the tent.

Xuemei walked to the bedside, made the bed for Wen Zhiyue, and took off her coat for Wen Zhiyue, "Girl, please rest first. My servant will be guarding outside the tent."

"You've been tired these past few days, so just rest in this tent." Wen Zhiyue lay down, looked sideways at Xuemei, who was motionless, and asked with some confusion: "Why don't you move? If it's cold, it will be cold." This quilt is made for you."

"Girl, I can't use this quilt. I'd better go outside the tent." Wen Zhiyue stood up, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Xuemei with cold eyes, "Stop, what's going on?"

Xuemei had a smile on her face, "This is the prince's tent. The prince was afraid that the girl would freeze, so he gave his tent to the girl."

"What, change my clothes quickly." Wen Zhiyue stood up hurriedly and went to get her clothes.

"I don't mind Yue'er lying on my bed, but Yue'er dislikes me." Following the voice, Ye Nanxuan stood at the door.

He looked at Wen Zhiyue's frightened eyes for a moment, with a smile on his lips. He walked to Xuemei and said, "Yehan has prepared a tent for you to rest. Your girl will be here, and I will personally serve you."

Xuemei stared at Ye Nanxuan and then at Wen Zhiyue, wondering whether she should go or not.

"Why, you didn't hear what I said." Ye Nanxuan's cold voice frightened Xuemei so much that she didn't dare to look up at Wen Zhiyue. She bowed her head and bowed to the two of them before exiting the tent.

Wen Zhiyue put on the clothes she was wearing and saluted Ye Nanxuan, "I don't know that this is the residence of the prince, so please invite the prince..."

Before Wen Zhiyue could finish speaking, Ye Nanxuan grabbed Wen Zhiyue's wrist, pushed her down on the bed, leaned forward and warned in Wen Zhiyue's ear, "Remember, you are my princess, and my father personally gave the order." Granted marriage."

Wen Zhiyue pushed him away and said, "My lord, please respect yourself."

"Self-respect, I am too self-respecting, that's why you don't respect yourself." Ye Nanxuan stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. Wen Zhiyue sat up beside him, "What are you saying, Your Majesty?"

"What are you talking about? You and Long Ze are so close, the laughter can be heard in the entire military camp." Ye Nanxuan had a trace of disdain on his cold and handsome face.

"Your Highness is jealous." Wen Zhiyue stood up, looked at Ye Nanxuan's cold face, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Where does jealousy come from?" Ye Nanxuan smiled contemptuously, "Yue'er is too confident."

"Since the prince is not jealous, it has nothing to do with the prince whether Zhiyue talks loudly or is friendly with him." Wen Zhiyue smiled calmly and started to walk out of the tent.

Ye Nanxuan grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms from behind. He stared at Wen Zhiyue's white and soft face.

Both of them could hear each other's heartbeat. Wen Zhiyue's rosy face could see Ye Nanxuan's extremely long eyelashes clearly if she glanced sideways. Ye Nanxuan closed her eyes and pressed her face deeply against Wen Zhiyue's hot cheek.

The word "royal" made Ye Nanxuan unable to control his feelings. He whispered softly in Wen Zhiyue's ear, "There will be no one else between you and me except each other. You are the marriage given to me by God. If you have a husband, he will It must be my king, and my king’s princess must be you, Wen Zhiyue.”

Ye Nanxuan slowly opened his eyes, his deep eyes were sincere and affectionate, "You remember what I said."

Wen Zhiyue's heart tightened, as if ten thousand deer were beating around her chest.

"Your Majesty, do you know that the person your Majesty granted the marriage to is Wen Zhiyue, Princess Protector of the Country, and today the daughter of the common people is just a businessman who is looked down upon by others." Wen Zhiyue lowered her voice and looked at Ye Nanxuan indifferently.

"There are thousands of noble girls in the world, but there is only one Yue'er. When I marry a wife, I don't ask for power, but only for the person I love." Ye Nanxuan pressed his face against the side of Wen Zhiyue's face, and his voice was very low. Low, the heat of speaking swept across Wen Zhiyue's eyelashes, making her eyelashes tremble uncontrollably.