PDLP Chapter 160 Could it be that...
Chapter 160 Could it be that...
"Xiao Zhizi," Yun Ji asked her about the war while blinking, "You just mentioned the battle. I wonder how the battle situation is going on the front line?"
It had been quite a while since they had received any military reports from the front. When Nan Yingzhi heard him mention it, she couldn't help but frown and explained it to him from the beginning.
"It's strange to say, although Yuchi Yi is Yuchi Feng's only son and is recognized by all the ministers, he will probably stir up a bloody storm as soon as he returns."
As if she couldn't figure it out, Nan Yingzhi frowned and said, "But the strange thing is, ever since Yuchi Yi kidnapped Yun Yan, there has been no more war reports from the front line to the capital.
"When our people went there, it was like a magnetic needle that had failed, and they couldn't find out what was going on for a while."
"There is no battle report." Yun Ji's good impression of Yun Yan almost all came from her being the bridge of communication between him and Nan Yingzhi. During the days when he waited for Nan Yingzhi in the palace, Yun Ji could not stop thinking of her. "So, is there any news about Yun Yan?"
"I've sent people to look for her," Nan Yingzhi swallowed hard, suppressed the sadness that almost came out, and finished her words, "Unfortunately, there is no news yet."
She looked calm on the outside, but her heart couldn't help but beat faster.
In fact, those Nan Yingzhi sent to the front line to gather intelligence were all elites, and the channels for collecting information were very wide.
Furthermore, the fact that Yun Yan was taken away by Yuchi Yi personally caused a sensation. She was such a big girl with a beautiful appearance, it was unlikely that she would disappear without a trace.
Originally, Nan Yingzhi didn't want to hide the truth from Yun Ji before entering the palace, but she didn't dare tell him the truth because she knew that they had a good relationship as siblings and Yun Ji was not easy to get emotional.
That is, not only was Yun Yan's chastity taken away by Yuchi Yi, but she also became a veritable canary, heavily guarded and locked in the big tent of Beishuo capital.
The delicate princess, who always loved freedom and was used to being pampered, was trapped in an airtight encirclement and could not even see the blue sky above the grassland.
"Well," Nan Yingzhi looked sad for some reason, Yun Ji moved closer to comfort her, "At this moment, for us, no news is the best news."
Afraid that saying a few more words would arouse his suspicion, Nan Yingzhi was vague and brushed the topic aside: "Maybe."
The courtyard outside the main hall.
Song Cheng and Song Yue, feeling the cold wind, were staring at each other.
A shrill voice suddenly came from outside the palace door, getting closer to them: "Sir Song, Imperial Concubine!"
Song Cheng was startled by Gao Shu's sudden voice, and said in an annoyed tone: "Eunuch Gao, didn't I tell you to stay at the door and not come in?"
Gao Shu looked embarrassed and turned to look at the man in dragon robe who was following closely behind him.
"It was my intention to let him in," Yun Ting said, like a young animal inspecting the site, but still wet behind the ears. Hearing Song Cheng's question, Yun Ting's leisurely pace suddenly quickened, "Lord Song, do you have any objection?"
Although he wanted to rebel, at present, Yun Ting was still his immediate superior, so Song Cheng bowed his head and saluted him: "I dare not."
Nan Yingzhi moved her ears and keenly caught Yun Ting's voice.
Cursing inwardly, she put her left hand flat and placed her right index finger on the palm of her left hand, making a pause gesture.
From the “stop” in her gesture, we understood that what she wanted to express was “Ting”, that is, Yun Ting had arrived, so Yun Ji obediently shut his mouth.
Seeing Song Cheng and Song Yue standing neatly outside the door, one by one, with no intention of coming in, Yun Ting glanced at the tightly closed door of the main hall with a puzzled look on his face.
"Song Aiqing, Ayue," he turned his gaze back to them and asked in confusion, "It's cold outside, why don't you come in and sit down?"
Unexpectedly, Yun Ting came uninvited and insisted on entering the house. Song Cheng and Song Yue were afraid that if they spoke rashly, it would make inconsistent sounds, so they subconsciously made eye contact.
Not daring to let Yun Ting notice, they were exchanging confessions through eye contact. In just a moment, they withdrew like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Song Cheng was the first to reply: "Your Majesty, Yue'er wanted to go out for a walk. I couldn't bear to see her catch a cold outside, so I came out to accompany her."
"Yes," Song Yue agreed, "I feel stuffy in the room."
"Ayue," he shook his head helplessly. His tone did not contain blame, but rather a doting tone. "You are standing outside in the cold weather, what kind of...hobby do you have?"
After all, Song Yue had been with Yun Ting for a long time, so she was very familiar with his catchphrases.
Clearly, what he wanted to say was not a "habit" but a "problem", but seeing her brother was here, she changed it.
Song Cheng was eager to change the subject, smiling: "Your Majesty, what is the matter that has brought you here so urgently?"
"Oh, that's right. I haven't had a meal with you two for a long time. It's better to do it today than to wait for another day," Yun Ting smiled cheerfully. "I came here today just to chat with you. Don't put too much pressure on me."
Seeing him walking towards the main hall, Song Cheng and Song Yue said in unison: "Your Majesty, don't!"
"Why are you stopping me? Could it be that there is something inside..."
It happened in a flash. While talking to divert their attention, Yun Ting opened the door in the blink of an eye.