Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 279 Conditions

Being praised by Jiang Lige like this, the expression on Ning Yunxiao's face finally softened a little. He lowered his eyes, and his next words were inexplicably tinged with a sense of grievance.

"But Ah Li, the way that man looked at you was really naked. I really don't like it."

It was the first time that Jiang Lige saw Ning Yunxiao looking so awkward. While it was new to him, he was also afraid that he might really make the giant Buddha angry. He raised his hand to touch his forehead and smiled at Ning Yunxiao.

"What a coincidence! This princess is a bit drunk. Would Your Highness be willing to take me back?"

There was a hint of coquettishness in her words, which made Ning Yunxiao's mouth curl up unconsciously, and the displeasure in his eyes was instantly replaced by tenderness.

Then he stood up, ignoring the gazes of the guests around him, walked straight to Jiang Lige, and spoke softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Of course, it's my honor."

As he spoke, Ning Yunxiao gently took Jiang Lige's hand, placed it in his palm, and spoke loudly to everyone.

"Princess Zhaohua can't hold her liquor well, so I'll take her back. Please forgive me. We have a wonderful feast ahead of us, and I hope you'll enjoy it to the fullest. Princess Zhaohua and I will go ahead."

This can be considered as a reasonable explanation for the two people's withdrawal midway.

After explaining, Ning Yunxiao took Jiang Lige's hand, walked through the bustling banquet hall, and went straight out of the tent.

Outside the tent, the moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the road where the two people were walking side by side. Occasionally, a servant or maid would bow their heads and salute, but no one dared to disturb them.

Ning Yunxiao held Jiang Lige's hand and walked slowly forward, all the way to the outside of the tent where Jiang Lige lived, and he never showed any intention of letting go.

Jiang Lige turned his head and secretly glanced at Ning Yunxiao's profile. The moonlight slowly poured down, making his outline appear deeper and also covering him with a layer of imperceptible tenderness.

Looking at the two people's tightly clasped hands, Jiang Lige smiled and teased.

"Your Highness, I'm here."

Ning Yunxiao, however, acted as if he didn't understand. He raised his hand and pointed at the waning moon in the sky. "The moonlight is beautiful tonight. A'li, wouldn't you like to watch it with me for a while?"

Jiang Lige smiled sweetly, gently broke free from Ning Yunxiao's hand, and then her fingers went around his palm, clasping their fingers tightly.

"That's right. The waning moon will become full again, and people will fall from the sky. I hope this place can be as full as the moon again, and everything will be perfect."

Ning Yunxiao shook Jiang Lige's hand back and whispered.

"The moon hangs high in the sky, seemingly out of reach, yet it always illuminates the earth in darkness. Just like the word hope, it may not be there all the time, but it will definitely illuminate those in darkness at some point. So, whatever Ahri wishes for will surely come true."

"Then, I'll borrow Yun Xiaoji's words."

The two chatted and sat casually on the haystack in front of the tent, watching the moon side by side. Jiang Lige tilted his head and leaned lightly on Ning Yunxiao's shoulder.

The shadows of the two people stretched out long on the ground, and everything around them seemed to become blurred at this moment, leaving only their figures and heartbeats intertwined.

In the border town after the war, it is not easy to have such leisure time.

The weather in the border areas is always changing at night. Just recently it was a moonlit night with sparse stars, but the next moment it was covered with dark clouds.

Jiang Lige withdrew his gaze somewhat disappointedly, and then remembered the important matter.

"Your Highness has been so engrossed in drinking vinegar that he's probably forgotten we were supposed to discuss serious matters with our father tonight."

Ning Yunxiao didn't hide anything at all, he shrugged and continued calmly.

"It won't be too late to wait until their banquet is over."

Jiang Lige nodded, but the thought of facing his father in an almost forceful manner wiped out his good mood.

After a long period of mental preparation in silence, he stood up and said in a deep voice.

"Let's go to our father's tent and wait for him."

"it is good."

As the Crown Prince of Shengling, Ning Yunxiao was treated with courtesy by the Emperor of Nanchu, not to mention that he had Jiang Lige by his side, so there was naturally no hindrance for him to enter and exit the Emperor of Nanchu's tent.

At that time, the Emperor of Southern Chu was still at the banquet and had his own attendants waiting in the tent to serve him.

The finest silver charcoal was burning inside the tent, forming a sharp contrast with the sudden change in weather outside.

Jiang Lige couldn't help but sigh softly. His father, the emperor, really never forgot to enjoy himself.

The two waited for about an hour before they heard footsteps outside the tent, followed by the respectful voice of the servant.

"Your Majesty, your highness, Crown Prince Sheng Ling and Princess Zhao Hua have been waiting in the tent for a long time."

Emperor Nanchu entered the tent in a drunken state, appearing to be singing and dancing, and was obviously in a very good mood. Seeing Jiang Lige and Ning Yunxiao sitting side by side, he waved with a smile.

"My dear son-in-law! And my precious Li Ge!"

Jiang Lige had long guessed that Emperor Nan Chu would drink a lot of wine tonight. She waved her hand and someone brought the sobering soup she had ordered in advance.

"Father, please unwind first."

Emperor Nan Chu took the hangover soup and drank half of it in one gulp without calling anyone to check on it. His slightly frown then relaxed.

"Look, my daughter is so considerate after all. That brat Bo Hyun actually prepared a hangover soup for me."

After Emperor Nan Chu finished speaking, his gaze fell on Ning Yunxiao again and he said with a smile.

"Once the peace talks are finalized, your marriage should be put on the agenda. Looking at the Three Kingdoms, Wang Su is also a top talent. I am very relieved to leave Li Ge to you."

Ning Yunxiao stood up, respectfully saluted as a junior, and then said.

"To be honest, Your Majesty, we have come here to discuss peace. This is a matter of great importance, and only by reaching a consensus as soon as possible can we avoid further trouble."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Nanchu's smile faded a little. He put down the sobering soup in his hand and spoke slowly.

"The peace talks are a matter of state, after all. It's the dead of night, and there are no ministers around. What do you want to talk about?"

Ning Yunxiao spoke directly and concisely.

"I hope Your Majesty will give up the throne to a virtuous man and become an idle emperor. This way, both publicly and privately, you can have an explanation. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Nanchu's smile froze instantly, his eyes narrowed, and he looked displeased.

"What does Wang Su mean? Could it be that I drank too much and heard it wrongly?"

"No. Being the Grand Emperor to Your Majesty brings a hundred benefits and no harm."

As Ning Yunxiao finished speaking, the air around them instantly froze, the atmosphere became tense and oppressive, and the attendants around him also held their breath and concentrated, not daring to even breathe.

Emperor Nan Chu's gaze shot towards Ning Yunxiao like a sharp sword, and the cold air emanating from his body completely devoured the warmth in the tent.

"It seems that I was too polite to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince earlier, so much so that His Royal Highness forgot that the succession of monarchs is an internal affair of Nanchu, and has nothing to do with your Shengling Kingdom! Or does Prince Shengling think that because Nanchu has suffered a few defeats, it has fallen to the point where you, Shengling, have to agree on who sits on the throne?!!"