The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

Until night fell, there was no new decree from the palace, neither was he called into the palace to serve his illness, nor was there an order to hold a blessing ceremony.

Ming Fei waited all afternoon, he didn't know whether he should be happy or worried after such a calm result.

Even though he has all the memories of his previous life, he was only 23 years old when he jumped off the observatory. He didn't see the ending of many people with his own eyes, and maybe it was reversed halfway.

Thinking like this, he suddenly felt the cool autumn wind in the evening, so he wrapped himself in a snow-satin outer shirt, and was about to return to the inner courtyard, when there was a crisp sound of horseshoes at the door.

He stopped subconsciously, not to wait for anyone, but this moment of staying just happened to make Huai Ziyu see him as soon as he entered the door.

"You're waiting for me?" Even Huaijin didn't realize how joyful he was when he said this.

"No." Ming Feiqing didn't want to say more nonsense, and after denying it quickly, he wanted to go back to Shanyue Pavilion.

Huaijin grabbed his hand from behind: "Aren't you going to ask what happened in the palace?"

"The eunuch didn't come to the mansion to report the national funeral, and His Highness stood in front of me completely, what else could happen in the palace?"

What he said, it seems that the emperor and the crown prince died together, and in Ming Feiqing's eyes, "something happened".

Huaijin: "...Can't you hope for something better?"

"I'm just telling the truth, don't ask if your Highness doesn't want to hear it."

Ming Feiqing wanted to get rid of him, but Huaijin held his wrist tightly: "Father is planning to take back Xiyi, is this a big deal for you?"

"...Oh?"

Seeing that his face was calm, Huai Jin seemed to have expected this.

Huai Ziyu was not reconciled, he didn't like the cold Ming Feiqing, he wanted the former Feiqing who would smile at him, even when he was angry, he was smart.

"Three days later, I will personally lead the Western Expedition."

"What did you say?!" Ming Feiqing finally had a big reaction, and his almost perfect facial features came alive for a short time because of the shock.

Huaijin was inexplicably relieved—fortunately, this person still cared about him.

"It's impossible!" Ming Feiqing had no time to take Huaijin's careful thoughts into consideration, "You are the crown prince, how could the emperor let you go to the west? He thinks this will never happen again?"

Huaijin narrowed her eyes: "You really want me to die at the border?"

"I'm not hoping, I'm believing." Ming Feiqing said firmly, "I believe you will never return this time!"

"..." Huaijin finally got better and her mood sank again - what this person said on the first day of their wedding was not adulterated at all, and he was really looking forward to being a widow every day.

"I can take back the sixteen cities in the east within three years, and Xiyi is a small country. Why do you think I will lose?"

"You will lose! Not only you, but the whole of Xiqin will lose! 20 people will die at the border!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? 20 people? How do you know that the army for this western expedition is 20?!"

Realizing that he had made a slip of the tongue, Ming Feiqing immediately regretted it—since he decided to stay out of it, why should he care about his life?

He shut his mouth and refused to say another word.

However, Huai Ziyu was really angry with him: "The reason why Tuzhou fell was because I was fledgling. Now that I have become the prince and hold the military power in the world, do you still think I can't win a battle?"

Ming Feiqing flashed all kinds of battle reports of countless deaths and injuries in the previous life: "It is because of your self-righteous arrogance that... you made a big mistake!"

"Big mistake? What a big mistake? The biggest mistake in my life is that I failed to keep the [-] people in Tuzhou back then, and I failed to keep you!!"

Ming Feiqing raised his eyes abruptly, and saw Huaijin in a daze. He was willing to endure humiliation for Huai Ziyu in the southern country for three years. Even if his dignity was lost and his body was broken, he would have no regrets.

Since his rebirth, he seldom recalled that painful memory, and now hearing Huaijin mention that year, he suddenly felt a little old love.

If Huai Jin is the coach of the Western Expedition this time, does it mean that the person who will be decapitated half a year later and whose head is hung in the canyon will also be Huai Jin?

Ming Feiqing took two steps back in a daze, seeing Huaijin's eyes with more pity, he suddenly asked: "When are you going to fight?"

Huaijin was taken aback for a moment, lowered her eyes slightly and said, "Three days later."

"Three days later?!"

Ming Feiqing didn't expect things to come so urgently. If Xizheng is destined to fail miserably, then these three days will be the last time he and Huaijin spend together in this life.

When I was newly married, I thought it would be nice to be a widow in this life, but I didn't expect my wish to come true so quickly.

There was a hint of secret joy in my heart.

"Then I'll ask Xichun to prepare the luggage for Your Highness. It's cold, so bring more clothes."

For the first time since getting married, Ming Feiqing showed some tenderness towards Huai Jin.

He is willing to show mercy to those who are dying.

Huaijin pushed forward: "I want you to pack my clothes."

"Okay." Ming Feiqing readily agreed.

When eating at night, he even allowed Huai Ziyu to sit opposite him and eat together.

"I want to eat shrimp." The assorted shrimp dish was clearly in front of him, but Huaijin seemed to have lost his hand, unable to pick it up by himself.

Xichun, who was waiting by the side, was afraid that Shaojun would put a whole plate of shrimps on His Highness's face—Master Ming, whose temperament has changed drastically, would definitely do such a thing.

But Ming Feiqing really put a shrimp into Huaijin's bowl: "You can eat whatever you like."

Eat one less meal.

Huai Ziyu stared at the crystal clear shrimp in the bowl, secretly delighted.

For one dinner, he asked Ming Feiqing to pick up dishes for him more than a dozen times, and he added a bowl of soup and two bowls of rice in the middle.

"Your Highness is so incapable of taking care of himself, I'm afraid he'll starve to death if he goes to the border." Ming Feiqing obeyed him while relentlessly.

Huai Jin didn't mind either, and it was impossible for him to really starve to death: "I like to listen to what Qingqing says."

Ming Feiqing looked at him speechlessly.

After dinner, several generals around Huaijin came to discuss military affairs, and Song Bai was among them.

Ming Feiqing watched from afar, thinking that a big battle was imminent, and they wanted to discuss ways to defeat the enemy.

Once the door of the study room is closed, it takes two hours.

Seeing Shao Junku sitting in the pavilion, Xichun seems to be worried.

"My servant has someone make His Highness's favorite pastry. Would you like to send it to the study yourself, Shaojun?"

Ming Feiqing glanced at Xichun, and Xichun smiled at him.

"My aunt is very careful."

He accepted the proposal and asked someone to bring two plates of pastries and a pot of good tea, intending to spy on military secrets in the name of giving food.

When Ming Feiqing sent the cakes to the study, the group of generals had just walked out of the inner courtyard, only Huai Ziyu and Song Bai were left in the study.

Seeing the two plates of sweet and fragrant pastries and the hot Yuqianbake, Huaijin smiled immediately: "The princess has finally learned to be considerate."

Ming Feiqing didn't bother to refute, he glanced at Song Bai, General Song greeted him cheerfully, then walked around the table and picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake to his mouth.

Seeing how simple and honest he was, Ming Feiqing couldn't help asking: "General, will you go west together this time?"

Song Bai hadn't swallowed the pastry in his mouth, and before he could answer in time, Huai Jin said first, "He won't go, I'm in charge."

Song Bai took a sip of tea, and was about to say something when Huai Ziyu threw a sniper at him. General Song immediately picked up the pastry and consciously blocked his mouth.

Ming Feiqing did not notice the negotiation between the two.

All his eyes fell on the sand table on the table.

The formation of troops above has already taken shape, presumably it is the plan for the Western Expedition to control the enemy.

Huaijin pushed Xichun and the others away, closed the door, and then drank a cup of tea. Seeing that Ming Feiqing was interested in the sand table, she walked over and asked, "What's your opinion?"

Ming Feiqing looked at the sand table in front of him. The military matrix on it was extremely carefully deployed. As Huai Jin said, he could capture sixteen cities in the Eastern Realm within three years, and a mere Western Barbarian should be no problem at all.

The disastrous failure of the Western Expedition in the previous life was not because Song Bai was ineffective in leading the army, but because God was helping the Western Yi.

The heavy snowfall came unexpectedly, and the snowstorm caught everyone by surprise-you must know that there is very little snow on the western border.

Back then, even the king of Xiyi was probably shocked by the snow.

After all, it was 20 lives.

After all, Ming Feiqing reminded: "Your Highness has strategized, if there is no natural disaster, you will naturally be able to win thousands of miles away."

"What natural disaster?" Huaijin asked puzzled.

Ming Feiqing hesitated for a moment, and finally pointed to the neglected canyon on the sand table.

"Winter has already entered the west. If it snows, His Highness and the entire army will be exposed to the threat of an avalanche."

Song Bai, who was eating cakes beside him, laughed: "Your Majesty, you don't know that there is little rain in Xiyi's winter, and there has never been a single snowfall in a hundred years. Natural disasters such as snow disasters and avalanches that cannot happen in the west are not enough to pose a threat to our army." Naturally, there is no need to spend materials to prevent threats."

Ming Feiqing guessed that he wouldn't believe it. Before that snow actually came, no one would believe that there would be a fatal snowfall in Xiyi, which is hot and dry all the year round.

"Such words, from other people's mouths, this king is just a nonsense that disturbed the morale of the army before the war, but..." Huaijin changed the subject and looked up at Ming Feiqing, "These words came from Feiqing's mouth. If you tell me, I will believe it.”

"General Song, before the expedition, ask the soldiers to prepare clothes to withstand the severe cold. When marching, try to avoid towering mountains."

After Song Bai ate the pastries, he bowed his hands and took orders to leave.

When there were only two people left in the study, Ming Feiqing asked: "The reason why your Highness trusts me is because I am Ziweixing?"

"No, not all of them." Huaijin stared at Ming Feiqing, with light in his eyes, and suddenly said, "I'm going back to my room to sleep tonight."

"No!" Ming Feiqing refused without thinking.

Huaijin showed a sad expression: "I will leave Beijing in three days, and I won't be able to return for a year or so after the war. Are you still angry with me at this time?"

Ming Feiqing: "..."

That night, Huaijin finally managed to stay overnight in Shanyue Pavilion.

Xichun stayed outside until the full moon was hanging high, seeing that there was no commotion inside, she thought that Shaojun was thinking about it, and was willing to let His Highness enter the house, and she also felt relieved.

In the room, Huaijin made the floor by herself.

"Your Highness is used to fine clothes and fine food in the capital. You have to get used to the cold and hard floor in advance, so you can get used to sleeping on the wooden bed in the army."

Sitting on the soft brocade, Ming Feiqing spoke sarcastic words - all his tenderness today was just pity for a dying person.

Huai Ziyu looked up at him, and saw that he was wearing a fluffy coat, his whole body was white, like a crystal glutinous rice ball that had just been steamed, and he couldn't get angry for a while.

It's really embarrassing to sleep on the floor after becoming a prince.

But it was Ming Feiqing who made him sleep on the floor, and he also recognized it.