"The road is slippery, don't run so fast!" Rong Li followed behind and reminded Zhuang Wan.

"It's useless if you go, they've already left."

The snow on the ground reached up to my ankles, soaked into my shoes and socks, and was freezing to the bone.

Zhuang Wan climbed up to the city tower, and a column of people led by Pang Ao had already left the city. At this moment, they were as small as ants on the vast snow.

Rong Li quickly took off his coat and put it on her, "It's windy here, so you'd better go back first!"

"You already knew that, right?" Zhuang Wan turned back and stared at him, the cold wind raging on her hair, and her cheeks turned red from the cold.

Rong Li remained silent and said after a moment: "I don't want you to worry."

Zhuang Wan nodded: "Yes, you think that even if you know that I can't do anything, even if I go to Fuzhou, it will be unnecessary. Because you don't care about his life or death at all."

"..."

Rong Li said slowly: "Yes, from the beginning to the end, all I care about is you. Whether others live or die has nothing to do with me."

"Thank you for your concern." Zhuang Wan returned the cloak to Rong Li, "But I'm not cold! I never said I was cold."

She turned around and ran down the tower.

She knew that Yan Cheng was still alive, but everyone had given up on him. Regardless of whether he was a soldier or a general, in the end he was just a sword in their hands to kill the enemy. The sword could be replaced at any time when it was blunt. Pang Ao couldn't do it, but he could still be replaced.

There are Han Wei, and there are so many people who are looking forward to making great achievements.

Rong Li stood on the tower, looking at the world of ice and snow. He still believed that no matter how cold the ice and snow were, they would one day melt.

Zhuang Wan actually didn't blame Rong Li for not reporting the information, because she knew that Yan Cheng would be fine. Even if someone told her that he was dead, she wouldn't believe a word.

So she would not be like others who were distracted, worried day and night, and cried bitterly. She began to learn to cook and clean the house, and she shoveled all the snow in the yard.

Only then did she realize that there was a red plum tree in the corner of the yard. When the osmanthus was fragrant, it looked very inconspicuous. Now that the yard was desolate and there was no green at all, it became more and more stunning.

Maybe she was like this too. When Yan Cheng was here, she didn't see the good in him. Only after he left did she realize that she was in a desolate and lonely world.

She sewed a crooked blessing bag and hung it on a branch, praying that Yan Cheng would come back soon.

Rong Li has been standing outside the door for a long time, and he has not been here since that day.

He wanted to give Zhuang Wan time to calm down, and he also wanted to give himself time to calm down: think about whether he should persist or not.

He is used to measuring the value of something. If the effort and gain are not equal, it is wise to stop the loss in time. He never does anything that he is not sure of.

But Zhuang Wan is an exception in his life.

He didn't know the result, nor how much energy he had to put in to get such a small reward. But he still refused to give up. Zhuang Wan seemed to be his obsession, and he was rarely impulsive in his rational life.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door suddenly opened, and both of them were a little surprised.

"It's you!" Zhuang Wan was about to go out.

Rong Li said warmly: "It's getting colder these days, so I brought you some charcoal."

Zhuang Wan saw him carrying a wooden box with a smile on his face, as if those things hadn't happened a few days ago and he was just a close friend who came to help in times of need.

"I was about to go shopping!" Zhuang Wan stepped aside, "Come in and warm yourself by the fire."

Rong Li walked into the yard and saw that it was clean and tidy. There was also a big snowman piled in the corner, with a round head and body, and eyes and nose made of radish pieces. It was very funny.

Thinking that Zhuang Wan's mood was not affected by that incident, he was relieved.

Entering the house, Zhuang Wan put down the warm curtain and opened the wooden box that Rong Li brought. She saw that the charcoal inside had a cyan luster like iron. At first glance, it was no ordinary charcoal.

She picked it up and pressed her hands heavily, "What kind of charcoal is this?"

"Rui Tan." Rong Li said: "This is the tribute from the Xiliang Kingdom. It is burned in the furnace. It has no flame but light. One piece can burn for ten days. This is enough for you to use for a whole winter."

Zhuang Wan put down the charcoal and said, "This must be given to you by King Qi. You should take it back and use it yourself!"

After she finished speaking, she went to the kitchen and quickly brought out two side dishes.

"Did you have meal?"

Rong Li nodded. He looked at the food on the table, "Did you cook it yourself?"

"Yes!" Zhuang Wan said: "You have to learn to take care of yourself! By the way, there is soup."

She ran to the kitchen again, and when she came back, Rong Li had left, but the charcoal was not taken away.

Zhuang Wan sighed, put away the charcoal and returned to the table to eat.

Rong Li was walking on the street holding an umbrella. The cries of sales could be heard all around. Pedestrians walked in a hurry with their necks hunched. An old couple under the eaves were stroking each other's hands to keep warm, hoping that the firewood in front of them would be sold out soon.

He walked over, handed them a tael of silver, and asked them to deliver the firewood to Zhuang Wan's residence.

Thank you very much to the old couple.

Not far away, Han Yunxi got off the carriage, Xiao Jingyu quickly supported him, and the two walked into a silk and satin shop while talking and laughing.

Everyone seems to be doing well, the world seems to have changed, but it seems to have stayed the same.

"Mr. Rong..." A woman's gentle voice sounded from behind.

He turned around and said, "It turns out to be Miss Zhiying. How could Miss Zhiying be on this long street in such a cold weather?"

Zhiying said: "Just now, my maid and I went out to buy piano strings. We happened to see Mr. passing by, so we chased him all the way."

"Sir seems to be in a bad mood. Please ask Zhiying to play a piece of music for him to soothe his sorrow."

Rong Li was silent for a moment and then said with a smile: "Okay, then we have Miss Lao Zhiying."

Yes! He is still the romantic man who shows mercy at all times...

Nothing has changed.

Han Yunxi came out of the silk shop and got into the carriage with Xiao Jingyu.

"I heard from Dad that you have done very well in all the errands His Majesty has given you. Now many people are impressed by you!"

Xiao Jingyu said: "It's all supported by my father-in-law. If he hadn't recommended me in front of my father, how could I have had such an opportunity."

"Don't belittle yourself. I know your abilities. I think..." Han Yunxi paused, "You are no worse than Xiao Jingchen. You should also fight for the position of prince."

"If you let me fight, I will fight!" Xiao Jingyu said, "As long as you are happy."

Han Yunxi smiled: "I know you treat me well, but you should also consider yourself. Only when you are well can I be well."

Xiao Jingyu held her hand: "I understand."

As soon as the two got off the carriage, Xiang'er ran up to them outside the palace gate.

"Miss!"

"Xiang'er, what are you doing here?"

Xiang'er cried and said: "Miss, Madam...Madam, she suddenly fell ill and has...already passed away!"

Han Yunxi: "..."

Xiao Jingyu hurriedly helped her, "It's windy outside, let's go in and talk."

After entering the house, Han Yunxi sent Xiao Jingyu away and asked Xiang'er: "What's going on? I...how did she get a sudden illness?"

Xiang'er said: "My maid doesn't know either. Ever since the young lady got married, the master has kept the madam in the house. We are only allowed to bring food in every day. The food delivered yesterday has not been touched much. Today I found that the madam

He has gone. The master ordered that no one in the house should publicize the matter, and the funeral was kept simple. He only waited for the lady to be taken out and buried in the dead of night. The maid then sneaked out to report the news to the lady. The lady had been thinking about the lady before her death. If the lady was alive,

If I want to go back to see my wife for the last time, I don’t think I will stop her.”

"I don't want to see her!" Han Yunxi said bitterly, but her tears couldn't stop falling.

She knew that Han Yuanchong would take action sooner or later, but she didn't expect to be so impatient.

Xiang'er was stunned, "Miss, but madam... madam, she is your mother!"

Han Yunxi wiped her tears and said, "Go back! I won't go."

Han Yunchong hated her mother so much that if she went back, she would probably offend him. Now Xiao Jingyu's future still depends on him, and she cannot make a wrong move.

"All right!"

Xiang'er had no choice but to leave.

Xiao Jingyu came in and asked softly: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Han Yunxi said, "You and I have been married for less than a year, so it's not appropriate to go to the funeral. My mother... I won't blame her even if I think about it."

How could Xiao Jingyu not know the reason and just said: "Then I won't go. If you are sad, I will go out with you to relax tomorrow."

Han Yunxi nodded, and then said: "I want you to help me check someone out."

Xiao Jingyu asked: "Who are you looking for?"

Han Yunxi looked fierce, "A man named Zhang Wenyuan!"

Her so-called biological father.

…

Xiao Jingchen finally found out the whereabouts of Mu Qiulan, in a place called Huaihua Village, which was only a day and night away.

He was eager to go. Now that Han Yunxi was no longer an obstacle and everything in the capital was calm, it was just the right time for him to make this trip.
To be continued...