Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

A gust of wind blew by, ruffling the red maple trees above their heads. The rustling sound of the leaves colliding covered up the brief embarrassment.

Fan He ignored Tong Xiyuan's question and asked, "Are you going to the border to defend against the enemy? Fight against Zhi Luo?"

"I am from the Northern Dynasty." Tong Xiyuan thought that Fan He was still thinking about his country, and thought of several words to comfort him, but before he could say anything, he heard Fan He say it again.

"Your Highness can't even shoot an arrow correctly. Are you rushing to the border to die?"

Tong Xiyuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he said this sentence for the nth time, "I'm very good."

Last time he just didn't use a bow and arrow before, if he tried a few more times he would definitely be able to hit the target. And he had used an ancient long sword before, so he could still use it on the battlefield. At worst, couldn't he fight in close combat?

Fan He pulled the corner of his lips, "Yes, Your Highness is better at martial arts than me."

There was thorn in his words, and his emotions were so obvious that he didn't even notice it. Tong Xiyuan was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes and sighed, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of heartache, and he said helplessly word by word: "I'm just leaving temporarily, I won't abandon you."

It was obvious that he was worried that he would get injured on the battlefield, but Fan He insisted on communicating with him in such a tone. For the first time, Tong Xiyuan, a vine from ancient times, began to hate ancient times.

If it were modern times or the future, he and Fan He could have a closer relationship and give each other a stronger sense of security.

No matter how affectionate a token of love is, the implicit meaning in it is always not warm enough.

Fan He was still lost in thought because of what Tong Xiyuan had just said, but Tong Xiyuan had already taken his hand and put it around his waist.

"Your Highness?" Fan He asked as he looked at his face that was getting closer.

"I don't like you calling me that," Tong Xiyuan frowned, and before sticking to him, he said, "Change it to one that's yours."

Fan He's eyes darkened.

These three words were exclusive and like a brand. He liked them very much.

The tassel of the jade pendant was entangled with the purse, and Tong Xiyuan finally heard the most familiar name.

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The news that the fifth prince was going to lead the army in person quickly spread throughout the court and the country. Some old ministers praised Tong Xiyuan for embodying the legacy of the previous emperor, some veteran generals secretly shook their heads and thought that Tong Xiyuan was not capable enough, and some court officials who had already secretly sided with the second prince had distorted thinking and mistakenly believed that Tong Xiyuan was going to start participating in the fight for the throne in this way.

But no matter what, Tong Xiyuan had already rushed to the battlefield with the newly recruited soldiers from the public.

Before he arrived, the misfortune at the front line had already been reported back to the court.

"Your Majesty, three generals have been captured, and Zhirao has seized two cities from our dynasty!"

"What?!" The emperor stood up from the dragon throne in panic, "Prime Minister, what should I do?"

The prime minister had never expected his general to be so incompetent. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Your Majesty, Zhirao is unstoppable and has the help of neighboring countries. We in the Northern Dynasty cannot defeat them."

"Nonsense, I know!" the emperor said angrily, "I'm asking you what to do now!"

The court officials all looked pale. If they had been dazzled by the glory left by the previous dynasty before, now that this glory had faded and the reality that the Northern Dynasty was no longer as powerful as before was laid out before them in a bloody manner.

Someone said, "Didn't the Fifth Prince go there? Maybe..."

Emperor: "I know my son well!"

The man shut up. The court was silent for a long time, and finally someone spoke again.

"Why not negotiate peace?"

The envoys who came to negotiate peace arrived only half a day later than Tong Xiyuan. As soon as Tong Xiyuan put on his armor, the envoy wearing a turban on his head went to the Zhirao military camp with the imperial edict.

Inside the tent, military advisor Mr. Lin looked at Tong Xiyuan's physique and shook his head secretly. He knew that the court would send another person, but he didn't expect that the person sent would be a pampered prince.

Tong Xiyuan noticed his actions and took the initiative to speak: "Military Advisor, if Zhirao agrees to negotiate peace, what conditions do you think they will offer?"

Mr. Lin thought for a moment and said, "Silver and a city."

Tong Xiyuan looked at him and saw that he was obviously two or three years older than Zhaoyue. Although he didn't understand why a little girl like Zhaoyue would fall in love with an uncle, he still tried to ask Zhaoyue, "What if they want to marry the princess?"

Unfortunately, Tong Xiyuan did not get the response he wanted. Mr. Lin's expression did not change, and he said clearly, "The princess was born into the royal family. Her food, clothing and expenses are all paid by the people. It is her duty to quell the war for the people."

"That makes sense."

But Tong Xiyuan disagreed. He believed that the emperor was the one who was truly supported by the people. The emperor had not yet fulfilled his duties, so why should he harm a little girl first?

He was not very satisfied with the older brother-in-law chosen by Zhao Yue, so he stood up and walked out of the tent, waiting for the envoy's return.

Half a day later, the envoy came back.

Tong Xiyuan asked: "What does Zhicao say?"

The envoy breathed a sigh of relief and said, "They agree to negotiate peace, as long as the princess marries him."

Tong Xiyuan lifted his cloak and turned away. Mr. Lin was stunned for a moment, said nothing, and followed him.

The envoy thought that the two of them would be able to put down their burdens like himself, but he didn't expect that they looked more unhappy than each other.

A day and a night later, the envoy returned to the capital, and the emperor agreed to the princess's request for marriage after only a moment's hesitation.

"I won't marry!" Zhao Yue pushed away the old maid who was measuring her for wedding dress, ran into the palace angrily, and shouted to the emperor: "Father, why do you want to negotiate peace? There are no generals in the court, but I can go. I can ride a horse, shoot arrows, and..."

"That's enough," the emperor slammed the table and looked at her coldly, "Zhaoyue, father has really spoiled you. You only know how to fight and kill. As a princess, you should also think about the people in the border town."

Zhao Yue was stunned for a moment, and muttered for a while: "Could it be that after the peace talks, Zhirao will really stop invading the Northern Dynasty?"

The emperor pretended not to hear her words, and sent her back, admonishing her: "Take good care of the princess."

"Father, don't you love Yue'er anymore?" Zhaoyue looked at him and suddenly felt that her father had become a stranger. She was taken out in a daze and met the Second Prince who had just entered the palace outside the palace.

Zhao Yue's eyes lit up, and he stopped the carriage and shouted, "Second brother, are you going to see the emperor? Please talk to him. I don't want to go to marry. Zhirao is so far away, and I don't know anyone."

The curtain of the carriage was lifted from the inside, and the second prince wearing a bright yellow pearl crown said indifferently: "Royal sister, my father has made a decision, and my second brother cannot change it."

Zhao Yue's bright eyes dimmed, "Is it really impossible to change?"

The second prince said nothing, lowered the curtain and entered the palace.

When she returned to the princess's residence, the old nanny came up to her and said with a smile, "Princess, where have you been? The Third Prince is waiting for you and has brought a lot of things with him."

Hearing this, Zhao Yue hurried into the house, but after she saw everything in the house, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, "Third brother brought these, are you planning to let me take them as dowry?"