When Xiao Moxi was eighteen, Prince Ping submitted a petition to the Emperor, requesting to pass the princely title to him. Thus, he became the youngest Prince in the Imperial Court.
To distinguish him from Prince Ping and Prince Weiyuan, everyone began calling him Little Prince Xiao.
In the same year, due to Gu Jian returning to Taohua Village, the Emperor handed all governmental affairs over to the Great Grandson to manage. The Emperor then accompanied the Crown Prince and Prince Ping to Taohua Village to stay by Gu Jian’s side.
That year, Xiao Moxi was roped in by the Great Grandson for labor, thrown into the Jinling Guard to help handle various thorny matters.
With exceptional skills and outstanding martial prowess, it took only three years for Little Prince Xiao’s reputation to spread across all provinces. Among officials, his name rang like thunder.
This naturally drew the admiration of many young ladies, including some who directly approached his family with marriage proposals. Unfortunately, Little Prince Xiao had two utterly irresponsible parents.
Daohua and Xiao Yeyang spent at least ten months out of the year traveling and enjoying themselves, making it impossible for anyone to approach them with marriage proposals.
Regarding their son’s marriage, the two were very open-minded, boldly declaring that as long as their son liked the person, they had no objections. They truly left him entirely to his own devices, refusing to interfere.
Being young and ambitious, with his heart set on pursuing his career, Little Prince Xiao wasn’t in a hurry to settle his marriage either. He was even harder to find than his parents.
In Beijing, three major questions circulated among the people: When would the Emperor pass the throne to the Great Grandson? Could the Great Grandson’s Consort, who had birthed three daughters in succession, give him a son? Lastly, when would Little Prince Xiao get married?
Truly, a case of "the emperor not being in a rush, but driving the eunuchs to their wit’s end!"
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Since the Emperor stopped managing government affairs, the Northern Frontier, peaceful for over twenty years, began showing signs of instability. Some officials reported back, stating that traces of the Tartars had reappeared in the Liaodong region.
After learning of this, the Great Grandson secretly ordered Xiao Moxi to take his men and investigate the matter in Liaodong.
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In August, the temperatures in Liaodong were already turning chilly.
Inside a relay station several dozen miles away from Haqi City, the provincial capital of Liaodong, in a second-floor guest room, a young girl of seventeen or eighteen, with a slender and graceful figure, was binding her chest with white cloth.
Layer upon layer of white cloth secured her torso, ensuring no one would realize she was female. Only then did Ye Yueying grab the men’s outfit on the bed and dress herself.
After getting dressed, Ye Yueying sat before her dressing table, brushing her hair into a male-style topknot. She then thickened her eyebrows, darkened her complexion, and raised the collar of her shirt to hide her lack of an Adam’s apple.
Once everything was in place, there came a knock at the door.
Ye Yueying’s expression paused for a moment. She picked up the sword on the table and opened the door.
The person knocking was a middle-aged man.
With a habit of frowning, the middle-aged man had deep wrinkles between his brows, giving him a stern look.
Seeing Ye Yueying dressed as a bodyguard, Leng Feng froze momentarily. But recalling the scenes of the young girl gritting her teeth and training in martial arts over the years, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
If the bloodline left by Brother Ye had been a boy, it would have been far better. In his heart, girls shouldn’t have to bear such burdens.
"Uncle Leng."
Leng Feng snapped out of his thoughts. "Let’s go. I’ve already arranged for your servants from your maternal family. The water and climate here must’ve made them unwell, so they’ll likely be bedridden for a few days—just enough time for us to handle business in the city."
Ye Yueying nodded. Uncle Leng was always thorough in his actions. Over the years, she had greatly benefited from his assistance.
The two didn’t exchange more words and quickly headed downstairs.
Soon, they arrived in the backyard, preparing to fetch their horses.
But at that moment, chaos erupted.
Several burly men suddenly smashed through the windows from the second floor, armed with sharp, gleaming blades, indiscriminately hacking at anyone in their sight.
In mere moments, screams, cries for help, and shouts began echoing through the air.
"Everyone, stay close and take cover! Don’t run aimlessly!"
A loud, booming voice rang out, drowning out the chaotic soundscape.
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