Yu Mingyue seemed to have received a promise, her eyes slowly closed, and she fell asleep instantly.
Yu Mingjing took out a letter from her arms, placed it under her bedding, and then tucked her sister in, instructing Chi Dan and the others to give her some hangover soup if she woke up in the middle of the night.
Yu Mingjing came out of Mingyue Garden and went to Yu Zeyan's study: "If you don't tell her, aren't you afraid she'll be sad when she finds out?"
"It's better for her to be sad once than to be sad all the time before she leaves," Yu Mingjing said calmly.
"It's hard on your mother, she's already struggling with pregnancy and has to help you keep it a secret, forcing a smile to comfort your sister," Yu Zeyan sighed.
"Your son is unfilial, and he still makes his parents worry."
"Go, the Duke's mansion's title can't protect you for a lifetime. You are the heir, and you should shoulder the responsibility of the Yu family's reputation," Yu Zeyan said earnestly.
Biding time was not a long-term solution. He thought he would let him go out for training in a couple of years, but he didn't expect this war to come so quickly.
"Yes, your son obeys!"
The father and son studied the map together until late at night before Yu Mingjing left his father's study.
Recently, it had been raining continuously. The dark sky was devoid of stars and moon, gloomy and oppressive.
Actually, he didn't know if his choice was right or wrong.
But he knew that this was the path he had chosen, and he bore the future of the Duke's mansion, so he had to see it through no matter what.
...
Gu Youyou, Mo Yuxi, and Xu Zijun, as if by prior agreement, came to visit Yu Mingyue together.
Gu Youyou and Mo Yuxi felt that the annulment of the engagement was a good thing. After all, both of them had been influenced by their families since childhood and felt that few women who entered the palace had a good end.
If nothing else, just look at Empress Wang. She probably wouldn't even remember that Da Wei had an empress in the palace, right?
Before, they worried about Mingyue, but now it's good, they can still see each other often when they get married in the future.
It was Xu Zijun who was a little sad: "Sister Mingyue, compared to Luo Yuanniang, I would rather be you."
What they didn't know was that she had met the Seventh Prince that day by the Luo River, but...
Xu Zijun bit her lip, unwilling to think about that day anymore.
Yu Mingyue knew that Xu Zijun had a secret crush on the Seventh Prince, but she didn't expect that Xu Zijun's wish would be unfulfilled, both in storybooks and in reality.
When the Sage bestowed the marriage of Luo Lingyi as the Seventh Prince's main consort, he also bestowed two secondary consorts, whose family background and appearance were inferior to Xu Zijun's. This must be Xu Zijun's regret.
If Xu Zijun was sad for Yu Mingyue, it was more like sadness for herself.
However, it was good that Sister Zijun was safe.
"The rules of the imperial family are strict, and perhaps one will have to be confined to the palace for a lifetime, unable to see parents and relatives. I think it's good this way, we can still see each other in the future." Yu Mingyue's words were actually meant for Xu Zijun to hear, depending on how much she could take in.
After all, they had known each other, and she hoped that Xu Zijun would get over this unrequited love soon.
On the first day of the ninth month of autumn in the twenty-first year of Yong'an, the Seventh Prince Che led his army north. On that day, all the officials and commoners in Luoyang City went to see them off.
Although the autumn wind was chilly, the streets were bustling with people, and the atmosphere was enthusiastic, with the commoners shouting "Da Wei will win."
The Sage personally put on the armor for the Seventh Prince. This was the armor he wore in his youth. He had also followed his father on campaigns in the south and north, and it contained the profound hopes of his father.
The seventh prince had grown up by his side. Besides poetry and books, he was also taught martial arts and military strategy by generals from the Sixteen Guards of the South and the Northern Barracks.
He had to be put to the test to see how much skill he had learned. He was a son of the Xiao family, and there were no cowards among them.
"Your son will not fail his father!" Xiao Che knelt on one knee, performing a military salute.
"Go!" The Sage waved his hand.
Xiao Che mounted his horse and shouted, "Set off!"