Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

It's getting colder.

The emperor's condition began to relapse again.

Only this time, it was more serious than before.

In the court, the dispute between Prince Duan and Prince Qi for the crown prince position is becoming increasingly severe. Both sides have already made their stance clear, and because the emperor is seriously ill, they are even making final preparations.

A few days ago, the two men came to visit Prince Ding's Mansion separately.

Although Lan Qian was not present, she could roughly guess that their purpose was to win over Mo Chen.

Also.

A prince who commands a large army and has made great military achievements.

Who wouldn't want his support?

Xuanwang Mansion.

Under the dim candlelight, the man in brocade clothes was drinking alone, and a confidant beside him was reporting:

"Master, our imperial physician in the palace has sent a message that the emperor's condition is more serious than before. I'm afraid he won't survive this winter. Should we... make preparations early?"

King Xuan drank a glass of wine.

"How are Prince Duan and Prince Qi doing?"

The confidant said: "They are like water and fire, they cannot coexist."

"Oh?"

King Xuan paused for a moment, as if in deep thought.

"So, what about Prince Ding?"

"Prince Ding..." The confidant thought for a moment, "He has been very busy recently. He has to go to the military camp outside the city almost every day, but I am incompetent and cannot find out what he is doing."

"I can't blame you."

Prince Xuan put down his wine glass and slowly poured himself another glass of wine: "The people under Prince Ding have always been very well guarded."

The Dingwang Mansion was even more like an iron barrel.

They have not been able to insert anyone.

The confidant thought that the master was overly worried and was somewhat puzzled: "Master, Prince Ding's wife is the princess of Li'an. Whether it is His Majesty or the ministers in the court, it is impossible for him to inherit the throne. Why are you so concerned about him?"

The Xuelan Kingdom would not allow a foreign princess to become the queen.

The marriage between the two countries is of great importance. Even if Prince Ding has no feelings for the princess, he will never depose her.

Besides, Prince Ding’s deep affection is known to the world.

It can be said that after Prince Ding married Princess An Ran, he was destined to have no chance of becoming emperor.

"You designed a plan to bring Prince Ding together with Princess Li'an because people were afraid of him. Now everything is going according to your plan," the confidant continued. "I am ignorant and I personally think that Prince Ding will no longer be your opponent."

"Having said that."

Prince Xuan held the wine glass, his usually gentle look had long since faded, his eyes were sharp.

"But the emperor's attitude towards him seems to have not changed at all. He still values ​​him very much in many important matters. Most importantly, he still holds the troops in his hands, so I have to be on guard."

The rest is easy to say.

But this army belongs exclusively to Prince Ding.

Fortunately, the troops are all outside the city, so if Prince Ding really has any ideas, they will have time to respond.

"Master, you are right. I was not thoughtful enough."

The confidant said respectfully:

"But there aren't many soldiers outside the city. If anything unexpected happens... our master has been keeping a low profile for so many years. Our private strength may not be inferior to that of Prince Ding."

"I hope so."

King Xuan raised the cup in his hand, slowly put it to his mouth, and drank it carefully as if he was tasting a delicious meal.

"My king's birthday is coming."

He looked out the window. The moonlight wasn't bright enough tonight, but it was bright enough to see the half moon in the sky.

"We've been preparing for so long, now is the time."

The confidant lowered his head and remained silent respectfully.

……

The emperor was seriously ill, and the entire imperial city seemed to be covered with a layer of gray fog.

It's depressing.

It happened to be King Xuan’s birthday.

The emperor's condition is not optimistic now, and this birthday should not be celebrated in a grand manner, but Prince Xuan invited a highly respected Taoist priest from somewhere. It is said that the Taoist priest is a famous half-immortal. With him performing rituals and praying for the emperor, the emperor's condition will surely get better.

When it comes to praying, the more people there are and the more sincere their hearts are, the better.

Coincidentally, Prince Xuan's birth date and time are compatible with the Emperor's. If all the princes, princesses, and important officials in the court can be gathered, and the joy of the birthday can be used to assist, this prayer will surely be twice as effective with half the effort.

Therefore, all the princes, kings, and court ministers were invited.

Since this concerns the Emperor's holy body, no one dares to slack off.

[Host, this birthday party is wonderful! ]

The little dumpling seemed very excited.

"Is it?"

Lan Qian raised her eyebrows.

[That’s right, just wait and see! ]

It has been monitoring various forces. This time, all parties have taken actions, some of which are targeting the host and the master, but with their abilities, it is not worried at all.

"Princess, it's going to snow soon. Your body can't stand the cold, so remember to take the heater." Before going out, Qingzhu carefully prepared the heater.

"Give it to the king."

Mo Chen's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty."

Qingzhu was startled and almost stuttered.

I handed the stove to him tremblingly.

As usual, he took the initiative to retreat.

For so long, although the prince was very good to the princess, he was completely different to other people. She had heard a lot about the prince's deeds on the battlefield, and she was always a little scared when facing him.

"Mo Chen, why are you back today?"

Lan Qian was a little surprised to see him.

After all, he had been out doing business during the day these days.

"Qianqian, have you forgotten?" The man walked to her side, gently took her hand, put the heater in her hand, and smiled, "Today is the Fourth Brother's birthday party, how could I let you go alone."

"My hands are still so cold."

He touched her hand and sighed.

Lan Qian said helplessly: "Regulating the body will not work so quickly. This year, there is enough charcoal and a heater to keep warm. I have also stayed in the room the whole time. I am much better now than before."

The original owner had accumulated coldness for many years.

It can't be fixed overnight.

But this didn't have much impact on her.

Lan Qian's words made Mo Chen feel distressed.

He held her in his arms and said lovingly, "Qianqian suffered so much in the past. It would have been great if I had met you earlier."

If he had met her earlier, he would have been able to protect her earlier.

Perhaps, a war between the two countries would not have happened.

At least he won't go to the battlefield himself.

Now, they will not be separated by national hatred or family feuds.

"Qianqian once promised that she would always stand by my side." The man's chin pressed tightly against her head, but the strength in his arms was very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her. "Does it still count now?"

This question was a bit abrupt.

Lan Qian frowned slightly.

Thinking that today's banquet might not be peaceful, and thinking about the man's busyness these days, going out early and coming back late, she thought that he was feeling emotional because of the current turbulent situation.

But no matter what the reason, her answer will never change.

"Of course it counts."

"I will be with you, and that will never change."

The girl's words were soft and gentle.

But serious and determined.

Hearing this, the man unconsciously hugged the girl tighter, and a hint of smile appeared in his dark eyes, as if the night sky was dotted with stars and was no longer so dark.

"I believe everything Qianqian said."