In the cold winter, the frost and snow were falling like rain, and layers of silver light accumulated on the houses. The snow water dripped down the gullies and hung upside down under the eaves, condensed into crystal clear ice. The air was cool, and pedestrians on the road surrounded their suede robes and hurried forward. Everyone was busy avoiding the ice outside and rushing home to avoid the cold.

In Anran Lane, in front of the gate of Prince Rui's Mansion, there were a bunch of people standing in Wu Yangyang, all of whom stretched their necks and looked at the path turning around the corner of the street.

A group of people were crowded together, and the girl standing in front was wrapped in a thick cloak. The robe was dyed with fiery red, like a ball of flame burning between the silver heaven and earth, standing among the crowd very conspicuously.

Qianshan was with the girl, combing her hair bun, looking back and forth in front of the mansion. Seeing that there was no movement in the corner of the street, she was a little anxious and asked softly: "Girl, is the time for the aunt to report? Why haven't you seen the shadow of the convoy yet? The weather is so cold, you can't stand in front of the mansion for a long time..."

Jiang Chengjia was next to her, holding a hand stove in her hand, hugged it tightly in her arms, and exhaled a breath of hot air and said, "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, maybe I'm delayed on the road."

Qianshan turned her head and looked at the girl's slightly white face, and felt more and more distressed. She took off her outer robe, put it on Jiang Chengjia, grabbed her hand and held it in the palm of her hand, and responded gently: "Miss, I'll keep you cold."

Jiang Chengjia looked at her, smiled at the corner of her lips, and whispered: "Okay."

Everyone waited for a while before the corner of the street finally came to the sound.

The slight sound of horse hooves stepping on snow sounded in Anran Lane, and a group of soldiers riding on horses slowly drove towards Prince Rui's mansion.

Jiang Chengjia looked forward to it, and immediately looked happy in his eyes when he saw this scene. He ran straight towards the team in two and three steps in the snow.

The young man, who was leading the team at the forefront, saw a red figure flying over, immediately grabbed the reins and jumped off the horse. The man took a step back, stood ten feet away from Jiang Chengjia, respectfully bowed to her, and bowed with both hands, "I have seen His Highness the Princess under Liao Yuncheng."

The girl stared at him and looked behind him, but saw a dozen soldiers riding horses empty behind, and there was no one else.

She withdrew her gaze in disappointment, looked at Liao Yuncheng anxiously and asked, "Where is the king? Haven't you returned with you?"

Liao Yuncheng hesitated for a moment, looked at Qianshan and Black Tea who were running towards here behind Jiang Chengjia, clasped their fists and said, "The king took General Lu Xun to the Huai Palace to pay homage to the King Dai and the Queen."

Jiang Chengjia listened to him and his eyes made of bright light under the snow light slowly lost their luster. She lowered her head and sighed slightly, "Since she just came back, she was going to the Regent Huai Palace, why should I send someone to inform me that he has returned immediately?"

She waited in front of the mansion since the morning, and wanted to rush into his arms to ask for a hug when he got off the carriage, but she didn't expect that she would be lost.

Jiang Chengjia instantly became listless, the hand stove in her arms was no longer hot, and her fingers were frozen red and stiff, which made it even colder.

Qianshan stood beside her and couldn't help but get angry for her: "Since the king is coming back later, you will notify me later. I'll ask the princess to wait so hard. You went to Prince Huai's Mansion lightly and wanted to get out of here?"

She got angry at Liao Yuncheng, stared at him coldly, feeling very unhappy.

Jiang Chengjia pulled her sleeve and shook her head at her and said, "Ashan, don't make trouble. This is not General Liao's fault. Why are you angry at him? Let's go... accompany me back to the mansion first. Since the king has gone to the Huai Palace, he probably won't be able to come back until evening."

Qianshan agreed with a look of distress: "Okay, whatever the girl says is. I will accompany you in."

After saying that, she hurriedly went up to support the girl's weak body. The master and servant walked a few steps in the snow, then stepped onto the steps and walked into the palace.

Liao Yuncheng stood in the alley, looking at the backs of the two girls, and scratched his head at a loss.

Seeing this, Black Tea and Shuihe welcomed the general and said softly: "General Liao was tired all the way, and the brothers were working hard. It was snowing heavily and the sky was frozen. Two... Let's go to the side courtyard of the mansion for a while, let's take a rest?"

Seeing this, Liao Yuncheng immediately turned around and nodded repeatedly and said, "Whether it is good... I have to bother my sister-in-law and Miss Shuihe to arrange everything."

When Black Tea heard this, her face turned red, she shook her sleeves, and even her voice became gentler and said, "Don't stand, come in with us."

Immediately afterwards, Shuihe called out to the vast crowd of people in front of the door: "Hua Qi, Hua Sui? Take the general and a few brothers to the warm-up room."

In the crowd, a little girl responded, then hurriedly squeezed out of the middle, stood beside Liao Yuncheng, and guided them.

The heavy snow was falling all over the sky and kept flying in the city, the cold and cold atmosphere became stronger and stronger, and a feeling of bleakness and desolation permeated around it.

On the other side of the west gate, in the Guo District, the Regent Huai Palace, there is a scene of sad wind and rain, with solemn shadows everywhere, and the cold atmosphere contains a sense of suffocation and oppression.

There was a roar in the main hall: "You are getting more and more courageous! Do you dare to question me? Just for the sake of the Jiang girl, you have to have a quarrel with me, right?"

Looking inside from the courtyard, I saw a man wearing a dark ink robe with a curved hem kneeling in the center of the hall. Looking forward a little further, Ning Zheng was so angry that he was very angry.

He stood in the hall, holding a 1 meter-long ruler in his hand, paced back and forth in front of the kneeling boy. He was really annoyed, so he slapped the boy's back twice, and said in a hot air: "As soon as you come back, you rushed into my mansion with ignorance, and asked like this! What is your intention? Do you think that you can only rely on you when you see that your brothers and little brothers are not in the capital? You are so sad! You are so cruel!"

He finished cursing without taking a break, and then raised the ruler in his hand and pulled it towards the man's back.

"You dare to come to me to make trouble today... OK, OK, it's really your mother who raises a good son! The blood of a bitch is left in her bones. No wonder she disobeys the elders so much!" Ning Zheng kept annoyed and kept muttering in his mouth, but this sentence inadvertently hurt the boy's wound.

Ning Nanyou slowly raised his head from the ground and looked at the middle-aged man in the hall with a red face and stroking his chest with anger. The chill in his heart had frozen three feet and could not melt. He smiled bitterly, and there was a hint of mockery in his dark and deep eyes. He stared at the father who was doing in front of him, and asked clearly, "Father is a bitch... It seems that he is still worried about the fact that his mother was bullied by the horse bandits back then?"

Seeing that he actually raised his head and challenged him directly, Ning Zheng was even more angry and rushed to him, kicked him hard on the shoulder, cursing: "Yes! You're right! I can't forget how your mother, that bitch, was so kind to the point of being happy under the men! She is a lewd woman, and you are not a good guy! Like her, she is so cheap!"

Ning Nanyou was kicked to the ground by Ning Zheng, and the wound on his shoulder hurt. He lay on the ground and heard this, calmed down his anger for many days, and then rose again. He curled his eyes and looked at Ning Zheng, staring at him and said, "Since my father cares so much, why did he do such unkind and unrighteous things to my mother?"

Ning Zheng was slightly stunned, frowned, pressed the ruler against Ning Nanyou's shoulder, and scolded him sternly: "You bastard! What are you talking about?"

Ning Nanyou couldn't help but breathe, stretched out a hand, slowly clamped the knuckles on the ruler, and then clenched them tightly. His eyes were scarlet and he said with gritted teeth: "Did my father forget... who did it turn my mother into what he looks like now? My father forgot, but the child dared not forget. My father is really a good plan and a good intention... and he pushed all the mistakes he made against my mother back to Wang's head, which made the child hate the wrong person for more than ten years. It's so painful."

He pulled the fig leaf of the father-son relationship little by little, endured the severe pain on his spine, forcibly stood up from the ground, and approached Ning Zheng bit by little: "Father, do you think... these things can be kept hidden from your child for the rest of your life?"

Ning Zheng was stunned. Hearing what he said, he said in a panic: "What are you saying? The things that happened back then were done by Wang, and I don't know at all."

He tried to wave the ruler and beat the young man in front of him again, but Ning Nanyou held the other end of the ruler tightly. He only heard Ning Nanyou say word by word: "Since my father said that the things were done by Wang, why don't he blame Wang, but instead torture my mother and tell her that life is worse than death for many years? Why did my father continue to honor Wang for so many years and ask her to trample on the heads of me and my mother repeatedly? Father? The truth of the things back then is really as you said?... The horse bandit hijacking was designed by you!!"

Ning Zheng stared at the young man in front of him, his words blocked his chest, and kept shouting: "You, you! You..."

He couldn't speak, so he simply reached out to slap the young man. The palm was extremely strong, and a blood mark was printed on the corner of Ning Nanyou's lips.

Ning Zheng was furious and pulled out the ruler from the young man's hand, and walked around the cushion at his feet, sucked hard at him, and scolded: "You, you are so brave! You dare to use the old things to blame you? Say! Who is telling you these things?! Who is gossiping behind your back? Who is it?"
Chapter completed!