Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Tong Xiyuan wanted to chat with Fan He for a while longer, but just as they had spoken a few words, they heard several messy footsteps coming from behind the side hall.

"Hurry up and clean up the things in the palace, especially those used by the imperial concubine. His Majesty has finally calmed down, so don't upset him again," the eunuch beside the emperor gave a lot of instructions to the four or five eunuchs and palace maids behind him, patting his chest and whispering, "What's going on? It's the Mid-Autumn Festival... Oh!"

Turning around, the eunuch suddenly saw Tong Xiyuan and Fan He, and was startled and asked, "Fifth Prince, Master Fan, why are you still here?"

Tong Xiyuan stood there and touched the jade pendant that had just been hung on his belt. He smiled and said nothing.

Fan He picked up the guqin that had been kicked over and said calmly, "Your Highness has taken a fancy to my guqin and is trying to snatch it from me when no one is around."

"..." Tong Xiyuan glared at him. Although he was not favored, it would be embarrassing if a prince snatched a zither from someone else. Fan He was ruining his reputation!

The eunuch laughed dryly and said, "Sir, what are you talking about? The Fifth Prince is kind and generous. How could he steal your things?"

Fan He nodded, "That's right, we Zhicao people are narrow-minded, not like you Northern Dynasty princes."

The eunuch's smile froze. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival. It was fine if he had to endure the emperor's humiliation, but how could he endure it here? Zhi Luo had already sent troops, and it was really strange that Fan He, a hostage, dared to speak so presumptuously.

"Master Fan, you are joking," Tong Xiyuan cleared his throat and avoided the main point, "Master, please pack up here. It's getting late. We'll leave first."

He and Fan He left one after the other. There were many people on guard in various places in the palace, so the two of them no longer had the opportunity to have a private conversation like before, so they had to go back to their homes.

The next day.

The emperor was a quarter of an hour late for the morning court session. He sat on the dragon throne with a tired look on his face. As expected, many ministers reported on what happened last night.

"Your Majesty, I think that Zhi Luo's coming is very aggressive and should not be underestimated. We should send the bravest soldiers of our Northern Dynasty to fight against the enemy."

"I second your proposal. Since our ancestors founded the dynasty, Zhirao has always been subservient to our Northern Dynasty. They are in mourning for their country, and their soldiers must be sad and unwilling to fight. We can defeat them in one fell swoop."

The emperor nodded while sitting on the dragon throne. His heart, which had been worried all night, finally calmed down because of the words of several ministers. He said, "My dear ministers, you are right. Who is willing to lead the troops to fight?"

As soon as these words were spoken, several high-spirited generals stood up without waiting for the emperor to call their names.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to go!"

The emperor clapped his hands and laughed.

"it is good!"

"Fifth brother, I've told you, father will definitely have a way." Two days later, Zhao Yue and Tong Xiyuan were walking in the imperial garden in the palace. She said happily, "Those generals have already gone to war, and the war in the border town will be settled soon. Fifth brother, come with me to play polo."

Tong Xiyuan looked at her and asked, "Which generals did the emperor send?"

Could it be that he guessed wrong, and the person Zhaoyue liked in the original world line was not a general?

If that were the case, Zhaoyue shouldn't be so happy at this moment.

Zhao Yue read out three names, "The commander is the descendant of our great grandfather, Father Xin. He must be good at fighting and leading troops."

Tong Xiyuan hoped so, and changed the subject, planning to go out of the palace to play with Zhaoyue. As soon as they walked out of the imperial garden, they saw a palace maid in pink clothes running towards them anxiously.

As soon as the maid saw Zhaoyue, she said, "Princess, this is bad, this is bad, Mr. Lin—"

She paused, looked at Tong Xiyuan and dared not say anything more.

Zhao Yue's face turned pale when he heard the word "Lin". "Keep talking. Fifth brother is not an outsider."

The palace maid said with a bitter face: "Mr. Lin volunteered to be the military advisor."

"What?!" Zhao Yue was overwhelmed by the news. She swayed and almost fell down. Tong Xiyuan quickly supported her.

Zhao Yue raised her head and looked at Tong Xiyuan, tears already in her eyes, "Fifth brother, does the military advisor need to go to the battlefield?"

Tong Xiyuan now understood who she liked. He had never heard of Mr. Lin. Judging from his name, he was probably a teacher or aide, most likely someone from the Second Prince's side.

"No need." Tong Xiyuan fed Zhaoyue a pill of tranquilizer, thought for a moment and said, "If you don't want him to go, you can go and tell him."

Zhao Yue sniffed and shook her head aggrievedly, "Mr. Lin won't listen."

It was the first time that Tong Xiyuan saw this extremely favored princess so timid. She sighed and said nothing.

Whether Mr. Lin wanted to serve the country himself or to help the second prince consolidate his position, he had no right to interfere.

but……

Tong Xiyuan let go of Zhaoyue and said, "Zhaoyue, I will help you protect him."

Zhao Yue looked at him in confusion: "Huh?"

What does this mean, Fifth Brother?

That night, when Tong Xiyuan came to Jinglong Villa again, as soon as he climbed over the wall, he saw Fan He standing under the red maple tree below.

The other party seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He took a fallen leaf from his hair and opened his arms towards Tong Xiyuan.

"Your Highness," Van He said with narrowed eyes and a smile, "Come down."

Tong Xiyuan estimated the distance and jumped down, just falling into his slightly cool arms.

After landing, the two hugged each other briefly and soon separated. Tong Xiyuan touched Fan He's cold coat and asked, "How long have you been waiting for me?"

Fan He used the tip of the fallen leaf that he had not yet thrown away to brush Tong Xiyuan's cheek and said sadly, "After we parted on Mid-Autumn Festival, I only waited for Your Highness for three days."

"Sorry, I've been too busy these days." Tong Xiyuan dodged for a moment, and his skin turned red due to the itching on his face.

Even though several generals had gone off to fight, the ministers and the people could rest assured, but the suspicious emperor's disgust for Zhicao reached its peak. Not only did he banish the pregnant imperial concubine to the cold palace, causing her to have a miscarriage, but he was also furious because of a sudden rumor in the palace about Zhicao being a spy. The emperor almost turned the entire palace upside down, and there were so many guards guarding everywhere that Tong Xiyuan had no chance to go out at night.

Fan He stared at the red on his skin and slowly collected the fallen leaves, "Then why are you free tonight?"

Tong Xiyuan said: "I have something to entrust to you."

Fan He frowned, "Entrust?"

These two words were really not used well, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes.

"I," Tong Xiyuan paused and said first, "Let me make it clear first, you are not allowed to be angry."

After hearing what he said, Fan He began to daydream, "Your Highness said, people or things, money and wealth, as long as you entrust them to me, even if I will never see them again in this life, I will take good care of them for Your Highness."

When he said this, he deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the last four words, which made Tong Xiyuan tremble with fear and look confused at the same time, "I just plan to go to the military camp and want to entrust Zhaoyue to you to take care of her. Why should we never see each other again in this life?"