Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Behind him, there was nothing to block him except the court officials and their wives who were coming and going. Tong Xiyuan felt the coldness coming from Fan He, bit his lip, said sorry to the prime minister's daughter in his heart, raised his head and said to the emperor: "Father, your son..."

The words came to Tong Xiyuan's lips but he couldn't say them. In such an occasion, especially in ancient times, if he said no, the prime minister's daughter would probably be the topic of conversation for a long time, and his reputation would be damaged.

The emperor's face darkened. "Why? Don't want to?"

The Prime Minister frowned and said, "Your Majesty, I have spoiled my daughter since she was a child. I am afraid her personality and temper are not worthy of the Fifth Prince."

His daughter stirred the handkerchief in her hand. Although she concealed her expression well, Tong Xiyuan still saw the shame and reluctance in her eyes.

The emperor snorted in displeasure, and the imperial concubine calmed him down and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, your children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, so don't worry about it."

"What do you know?" The emperor looked at her with disdain and thought to himself that this was just a woman's opinion. If he didn't settle the marriage of the prime minister's daughter today, and waited until she married some marquis or general, would he still be able to be the emperor?

The prime minister naturally understood the emperor's suspicion and fear. He sighed and was about to speak when he saw a soldier running in hurriedly holding something.

"Your Majesty, urgent news from the border!"

Everyone present was shocked. The emperor no longer cared about Tong Xiyuan's marriage. He ordered the person beside him to take the letter and said, "Read it!"

The eunuch quickly unfolded the letter, took a look at it and his voice began to tremble, "The King of Zhiyao passed away, the new king took the throne, and joined forces with neighboring countries to burn three cities in the Northern Dynasty."

The emperor staggered, "Where are the soldiers guarding the pass?"

The soldier who had been riding fast all night cried, "General Wu who was guarding the city... was captured!"

"Ah," the imperial concubine hid beside the emperor in fear, "Your Majesty, what should I do?"

She had been favored by the emperor for so long that she forgot that she was the only one present.

The emperor was upset when he saw her. He didn't care about their past friendship at all and pushed the imperial concubine aside, saying angrily: "You ask me what to do? I will issue an order to kill all of you Zhicao people!"

The imperial concubine was pushed to the ground by him. She held her stomach and felt the pain. She said with tears in her eyes, "Your Majesty, I am no longer a member of Zhirao. I am yours now."

The emperor waved his hand irritably, ordered her to be taken away, and dismissed all the singing and dancing girls, then left in a rage.

Several ministers looked at each other and said, why celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival? They should go home and write memorials tonight, as tomorrow's morning court is crucial.

The originally joyous Mid-Autumn Festival suddenly became deserted. Tong Xiyuan pursed his lips uncomfortably. In such an urgent situation just now, the emperor actually left in anger, and none of the generals volunteered to take charge. No wonder the Northern Dynasty was eventually destroyed.

"Fifth brother," Zhao Yue came over and handed him a mooncake, "Don't think about it. Father will definitely find a way to solve it at the court tomorrow morning. Now, since father and other brothers are not here, we will continue to celebrate this reunion festival."

Tong Xiyuan looked at her innocent face, raised his hand to take the mooncake, broke it open and found that it was filled with various nuts. He took a bite and said, "I'll have someone take you back."

Zhao Yue exclaimed, looked at the big moon above his head and said, "It just dispersed like this?"

She had been looking forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival with great difficulty, but not only did everyone leave, but even her brother with the best temper was unwilling to accompany her to watch the moon for a while longer.

Is it because of Zhirao’s offense?

But with so many brave men in the Northern Dynasty, the war will surely be over soon. Are you all too worried?

Tong Xiyuan rubbed Zhaoyue's head and asked the palace guards to escort her back to the princess's mansion. When he was about to leave, the sound of a piano suddenly rang out behind him.

He turned his head and suddenly realized that Fan He had not left. No, the emperor had just driven everyone away, so this man should have come back.

Tong Xiyuan walked towards Fan He and stopped in front of the man across a guqin.

One of them was sitting and the other was standing. They just looked at each other quietly for a while. Fan He suddenly grabbed Tong Xiyuan's hand and pulled him forward.

The guqin made a dull sound and was kicked down by Tong Xiyuan's foot when he fell. He fell into Fan He's arms unexpectedly, his head on Fan He's chin and his face against Fan He's chest.

As soon as Tong Xiyuan raised his eyes, something rubbed heavily on the palm of his hand.

Fan He wiped Tong Xiyuan's hands with a handkerchief without saying a word. It was the hand that had touched Zhao Yue.

Tong Xiyuan knew that he was obsessed with mysophobia again, so he sighed and asked, "What are you doing, sir?"

After wiping his hands, Fan He threw away the handkerchief and looked into Tong Xiyuan's eyes and said, "I brought the purse."

After he said that, Tong Xiyuan began to consciously smell the scent on his body. The light and clear fragrance was just right, as if it had infected every inch of Fan He's skin.

Fan He watched him sniffing with his eyes closed and smiled secretly, then asked in a wronged tone, "Your Highness is going to get married?"

He wanted to know how Tong Xiyuan would have responded to the emperor if he had not been interrupted by the urgent report from the border soldiers. Would he have agreed to the marriage reluctantly, or would he have really loved him enough to express his feelings openly?

If it's the latter, then he made the right choice to wear this purse.

There was no one else here, so Tong Xiyuan boldly reached out his hand and touched his waist. When he felt the familiar purse, he smiled and said, "I only marry someone who takes my purse."

In ancient times, purses were tokens of love. Since Fan He was wearing it, it was not impossible for him to marry again. He had already done so in the last world anyway.

Fan He guided his hand to take off his jade pendant, "When Zhirao's army enters the capital, it's not certain who will marry between you and Your Highness."

If he was still hesitating about whether to let Tong Xiyuan down before, he completely changed his mind after receiving the purse in Hongxiangyuan last night.

What's the point of being let down? From childhood to adulthood, he would never give up half of what he wanted. Tong Xiyuan fell in love with him first, which means that this person is destined to be his.

As for the hatred with the Northern Dynasty for so many years, wouldn’t it be enough to kill the other members of the Northern Dynasty royal family and leave only Tong Xiyuan to accompany him?

Tong Xiyuan raised his hand to cover Fan He's mouth, frowned and said, "No."

Fan He's thoughts wandered away, and he had already forgotten what he had just said. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Hmm?"

"Zhi Luo will not attack us," Tong Xiyuan said firmly, "Even if the emperor doesn't care, I won't just stand by and watch."

Since he has assumed the identity of a prince of the Northern Dynasty, he will assume the responsibilities of a prince.

What's more, he also has to protect the protagonist and absolutely cannot let Zhaoyue be sent to marry.

Fan He thought of the new king of Zhirao, his half brother in name only, who was stupid and dumb. He just let his people provoke him with a few words, and the other side took up weapons and went to fight.

If Tong Xiyuan wanted to deal with such a fool for the Northern Dynasty, it should be easy, but...what if he waits for the new monarch to die and then takes office as the monarch?