It was already midnight when I returned to Shanhai Residence, and the news from Meng Shulan was still on the desk in the study.

Yan Qing sat down at the table, Qing Yi picked up lanterns, put a cloak on Yan Qing, and then left to guard outside the door.

The candlelight flickered, and someone appeared in the quiet study out of thin air.

"Arrange a few more skilled people to go to Madam's side to prevent anyone from jumping over the wall in a hurry."

Yan Qing looked at the letter and ordered without raising his head, "Keep watching from Yan Kangping's end, while Lan Zhuyuan and Yan Qiwei send two more cautious people over, so as not to alert the enemy."

The extra person responded softly and left as quietly as he came.

After Yan Qing read the letter, he threw it into the brazier and watched the flames lick the paper and turn it into ashes, his eyes filled with sadness.

Let go of your hatred and go to the Northland. Relying on your familiarity with the Northern Territory in your previous life, in the face of the counterattack of the twelve tribes of the Snowfield after the death of your grandfather, the Northland will definitely not be lost, and the Northern Territory will not be trampled by the people of the Snowfield.

Want to let it go?

Can you let it go?

Will those people let them go?

Yan Qing asked himself three questions in succession, and the answers were all negative.

She couldn't let go of the hatred of being deceived, exploited and used as a stick.

Those who intend to use her to realize their ambitions will not let her leave peacefully!

Yan Qing lowered his eyes and looked at the letter that had turned into ashes, a look of anger flashing across his eyes.

Meng Shulan has received the emperor's handwriting. Tomorrow the emperor will announce in the court that Meng Shulan will become the marshal of the troops in Western Xinjiang and will set off to return to Western Xinjiang in a month.

Yan Kangping will definitely come to cause trouble tomorrow.

Then let's make the fuss even bigger, get those guys in the dark to get involved in this situation, and settle old and new grudges together!

The bright fire danced happily, imprinted in Yan Qing's dark eyes, like a bonfire jumping in the dark night.

As the smoke began to rise, Yan Qing washed up early in the morning and Lai had breakfast in Yan Qin's house.

Just halfway through the meal, the maid came to announce: "Madam, Miss, Minister Yan is here."

"I'm going to court at this hour, what's he doing here?" Yan Qin asked with a frown.

"No matter what he is here for, let him wait."

Yan Qing said to the maid without raising his head, and took some side dishes into Yan Qin's bowl, "This is a dish made by the chef from the north of the city after learning from the cook from the north. Can you try it to see if it is from the north?"

smell?"

Mrs. Yan Qin smiled and sighed: "Your temper is very clear about love and hate. But after all, he is your uncle. If you leave him alone like this, you will inevitably have others say something bad about you."

"Yes, I understand. You can rest peacefully. I have to worry about the affairs in the house now. You should just take good care of yourself."

As Yan Qing spoke, he pressed the button on Yan Qin who was about to get up to see Yan Kangping, "When you are healthy, we will pack up and return to the North."

Yan Qin was startled and watched Yan Qing disappear in front of the door. After a long time, she murmured: "What did Qing'er say just now?"

Aunt Qi, the steward next to Yan Qin, said cheerfully: "The young lady said that when Madam, you are well, we will go back to the north."

"I haven't been back for more than 20 years, and I still don't know what the North is like now."

Mrs. Yan Qin spoke in a daze, tears streaming down her face.

"The Northland is not as prosperous as the capital city, and it has changed slowly. It may still be the same as before Madam came out of the cabinet!"

Aunt Qi smiled and said to Yan Qin, "Miss is thinking about Madam. Madam also needs to take good care of herself so that she can better think about Miss' future."

Mrs. Yan Qin wiped her tears and nodded, feeling happy but worried at the same time: "This child is worried and keeps everything in her heart. Yesterday she said she couldn't leave, but today she changed her mind. I hope she won't be confused because of me.

It’s her own business.”

"The young lady is well aware of everything. Madam, you can rest assured."

Aunt Qi advised, "Right now, Madam's own safety is the most important thing."

Yan Qin sighed: "Don't just praise her, keep an eye on her more. She is not in good health herself. If she forgets to change and take medicine again, and the root of the disease is revealed, she will be sad in the future."

"Yes, yes, all slaves remember it!"

Aunt Qi responded with a smile, but did not forget to tease Mrs. Yan Qin, "But with you keeping an eye on the young lady, the life of a servant seems like nothing. It is really leisurely."

Mrs. Yan Qin was made to laugh by Nanny Qi, and she felt a little relieved: "Mo Zhu, go to the small kitchen and say something to cook some of the young lady's favorite dishes and heat them on the stove. She didn't eat much, either.

I'll definitely be hungry later."

Mo Zhu said yes with a smile and left Qing Shuyuan.

In the main hall of the Hou Mansion, Yan Kangping was pacing back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back, looking anxiously out the door from time to time.

But after waiting and waiting, there was no sign of Yan Qingde. I was so angry that I suddenly threw down the celadon tea cup on the table and yelled at the child at the door: "She's not here yet?!"

Yan Qing was sitting in a side room of the main hall, listening to Yan Kangping's angry roar. He knocked on the tea cup, took a sip, put it down gently, and raised his eyes again, his eyes were filled with frost.

The child who was yelled at by Yan Kangping was waiting by the door with his hands lowered. After Yan Qing walked past him, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to Yan Kangping who barked like a mad dog, his master's silent aura, which seemed to have a knife hanging around his neck, was really frightening.

"Did Minister Yan eat the firecrackers? He was throwing cups and dancing here early in the morning."

Before Yan Qing entered the main hall, he spoke first, "This is the Marquis's Mansion, not your Minister's Mansion. This is not a place where you can show off your power!"

When Yan Kangping heard this, he jumped out like a mad dog and asked: "Yan Qing, what are you thinking about? You actually turned your elbows outward and recommended Meng Shulan to be the Marquis of Zhenxi? Are you crazy?! The title is given to you.

Meng Shulan, all of our Yan family’s century-old foundation has been given away to others! Everything that your father and brother have earned through hard work has been returned! Are you satisfied now?!"

Yan Qing looked at Yan Kangping who was being stopped by the government soldiers, and saw that he was so angry and ferocious that he felt very happy in his heart.

After Yan Kangping yelled, he saw that Yan Qing was actually smiling. His heart skipped a beat, his eyes turned vicious, his voice lowered, and he said viciously: "Why are you willing to give these things to others for free? You and Meng Shulan have had a relationship for a long time.

Are your legs broken?! You bitch!"

"Snapped!"

Qing Yi was furious, stepped forward and slapped Yan Kangping, turned around and knelt in front of Yan Qing: "This slave has overstepped his bounds, please punish me."

"Go down and lead the army with twenty sticks, and think about spending a month in confinement."

Yan Qing glanced at Qing Yi, who was kneeling down to plead guilty, and followed her words and asked her to go down to receive the punishment. She blocked Yan Kangping's criticism, but stared at Yan Kangping relentlessly, "Shilang Yan felt that his head was on his neck.
Chapter completed!