Reborn as a beautiful little lucky star

"Miss Yan seems to be very familiar with the fairyland."

Murong Chen stopped pretending to be hurt, and a gentle and indifferent smile appeared on his face again: "She knows all the treasures in the fairyland like the back of her hand, and she can talk about the great way of cultivating immortals. No matter how people look at her, they can't believe that she is just a ten-year-old girl."

“Some people are born with intelligence that is beyond the reach of ordinary people.”

Mu Xueyan picked up the teapot, poured herself a cup of tea, and drank it leisurely, with a little pride that only a child can have: "I am talking about me. Others can't envy me even if they want to."

"Hahaha."

Murong Chen was amused by her arrogant look and supported her very much: "You are right. I admire Miss Yan's ability very much."

"I came here this time to discuss something with you."

Mu Xueyan chuckled and returned to the topic: "Although the Prime Minister is on his way to the Northern Frontier and will arrive in about half a month, it is not the best time to inherit the throne right now."

"The new soldiers recruited by the Mu Family Army need to be trained for at least three months before they can go to the battlefield. With the current number of less than 50,000, if we want to fight against the rebellious vassal king, we cannot say that there is no chance of winning, but the sacrifices will be great."

"Besides, it's easier to attack a city than to defend it. We can't spare that many soldiers to defend the city."

"So, I hope that Your Highness can stay in this world for as long as possible and not agree to the Prime Minister's request too soon."

"We can let the princes fight for the throne first, and then wait for the right time to strike. It will be a win for the fisherman while the snipe and the clam fight."

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"Miss Yan has a point."

Murong Chen had no objection and readily agreed: "Chen feels deeply about this matter. If it weren't for the intrigues and killings of my father's good sons, it wouldn't be my turn as an abandoned son to sit on the throne."

"Now, let my father's brothers fight for a while. The more fiercely they fight, the faster they will die. I will accompany Miss Yan to the northern border to make tea and enjoy the snow, and listen to their good news."

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"Hahaha."

Mu Xueyan was amused and laughed heartily: "Your Highness the Prince is really a smart man. He understands everything at once."

Murong Chen smiled and complimented: "It can't compare to Miss Yan's exquisite mind."

"Each each other."

Mu Xueyan laughed and raised her teacup: "Cheers to our mutual understanding!"

"Cigarette girl."

Murong Chen smiled gently and raised his teacup.

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

The two of them drank tea instead of wine and smiled at each other.

-

"His Royal Highness."

Mu Xueyan drank the tea in one gulp, put down the cup, thought for a moment, and then said carefully: "I have one more thing to tell you."

"Miss Yan, please speak."

Seeing her serious expression, Murong Chen also put down his teacup and sat up straight.

"Promise me first."

Mu Xueyan said carefully: "After listening to this, don't get too excited."

"Miss Yan, you can go ahead and say whatever you want."

Murong Chen was confused and couldn't guess what she was thinking.

"Is such that......"

For the sake of the overall situation in the future, Mu Xueyan decided to reveal the truth: "Your sister, Princess Ronghui, married into Xiliang and gave birth to a prince..."

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The bamboo house was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Mu Xueyan had to tell the truth about the child swap again. Her throat was burning and she felt very tired.

Murong Chen's expression, as expected, was one of shock beyond words.

His usually gentle face was now wrinkled and chapped, showing irrepressible anger and sadness.

"Mu Yunxi is Princess Rong Hui's biological son."

Mu Xueyan couldn't bear to see him so sad, so she tried to persuade him: "Just like you, I was rejected by others when I was young. Now I am ten years old and have my own opportunities. I can take the Xianchen Pill to reshape my spiritual roots and gain a new life."

"This child has a really hard life."

Murong Chen put himself in Mu Yunxi's shoes and felt deep pity for her.

"In Northern Xinjiang, you are his only relative."

Mu Xueyan smiled with relief: "Fortunately, you are here. After knowing the truth, he won't be in too much pain and helpless."

"Let him come to me."

Murong Chen nodded, thought for a moment, and then said, "No, it should be me who goes to see him. Miss Yan, please let me know as soon as Xi'er comes out of confinement. I will go to see him. If possible, I am willing to take care of him in place of my sister."

"Okay."

Mu Xueyan understood a matter and felt relieved: "I was thinking the same thing. He is your blood relative. I feel relieved to have you take care of him."

"Thank you, Miss Yan."

Murong Chen sincerely thanked him: "You helped Xi'er rebuild his spiritual roots. You are his reborn parents. If the emperor knew, she would be grateful to you."

"You're welcome."

Mu Xueyan had her own considerations: "Your Highness, why are you being so polite to me? We are allies on the same front. Helping you is also helping myself. If you can promise to clear the grievances of my grandfather and restore the Mu Family Army to its former glory, we are already very grateful to you."

"this is necessary."

Murong Chen spoke frankly: "In fact, I know very well that even without me, you can still lead the Mu family army to overthrow the tyranny and wash away the injustice."

"No, it's different."

Mu Xueyan smiled and shook her head: "With you here, it's legitimate. Otherwise, the old lady would not agree to us raising an army privately, carrying the stigma of rebellion and treason, and bringing shame to the ancestors of the Mu family."

Murong Chen was ashamed: "The old lady is kind and righteous, and it is the royal family that has failed her."

Mu Xueyan smiled: "The old lady will also be very happy to receive praise from His Royal Highness the Prince."

"Please go back, Miss Yan, and say hello to the old lady for me."

Murong Chen greeted her politely: "Just say that Chen has always been thinking about her. When this matter is over, Chen will go down the mountain to visit her."

"Okay."

Mu Xueyan readily agreed: "I will definitely pass on the message. The old lady will also be very happy to see His Royal Highness the Prince."

"Miss Yan, it depends on your opinion..."

Murong Chen finished his polite greetings and then mentioned business: "The Prime Minister is here. How should I refuse him? How long should I delay?"

"At least five months."

Mu Xueyan had something in mind: "Let's wait until Mu Yunxi comes out of seclusion before we talk about it?"

Murong Chen was puzzled: "Why do we have to wait for Xi'er to come out of seclusion?"

"He is Xuanyuan Li's biological son."

Mu Xueyan didn't say it explicitly and just stopped there.

"What does Miss Yan mean?"

Murong Chen's mind raced, and he understood her deep meaning: "Do you want Xi'er to inherit the throne of Xiliang?"

"Whether you can or cannot do it all depends on God's will."

Mu Xueyan kept it a secret and could not tell him the prophecy she had seen.

"I understand."

Murong Chen has his own understanding: "If Xi'er can inherit the throne of Xiliang, she and Beichen will be in-laws, and the two countries will reconcile and no longer be hostile. The relationship can even be further improved, forming an alliance and advancing and retreating together."

"If Mu Yunxi succeeds in reshaping her spiritual roots, she will be eligible to enter the Immortal Realm for cultivation."

Mu Xueyan didn't expect Murong Chen to be able to think so far ahead.

In order to avoid disappointment in the future, I still want to remind him: "So, the possibility of him inheriting the throne is not great."