Xie Xuanchen said things lightly, but he stayed with Mu Mingtang for a while and left after dark.
No victory came easily and the same thing applied to the God of War, who had lived up to his reputation for so long.
Mu Mingtang waited for a while, but couldnât help herself and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, she vaguely heard movement around her. Nevertheless, when she woke up the next day, she found that she had changed places and was moved onto the bed.
Xie Xuanchen came back last night, but left again early in the morning.
For the next few days, he went out early and came back late. The Zhao family was originally very afraid of Xie Xuanchen, but after a few days, they saw Xie Xuanchen running back every day. As soon as he came back, he went to talk to his wife, which made him no different from ordinary men. After they got used to it, they felt that Xie Xuanchen was not as scary as the rumours say.
Mother Zhao came to deliver her homemade buttermilk to Mu Mingtang and couldnât help complaining to her,âItâs all the fault of these damn Khitan people. The day of the River Sacrifice is closing in on us, but because of them we canât hold the festival properly. â
Qinghe Town was close to the river and the annual spring festival on the river was very important. In their view, this matter was related to the water transport for the entirety of next year, which was an event that was more serious than the Chinese New Year.
Mu Mingtang had never heard of this festival, so she had to ask more questions. She and Mother Zhao were talking when they suddenly heard the servant saying outside the door, âThe Prince is back.â
Before the maid finished speaking, Xie Xuanchen had already opened the bead curtain and walked in. When Mother Zhao saw Xie Xuanchen coming back, she immediately stood up and was about to leave.
Xie Xuanchen didnât pay much attention to Mother Zhao. After all, he didnât have the time to do so these days. He was afraid that Mu Mingtang would be bored by being alone all the time, so he asked the female family members of the Zhao family to come and talk to her occasionally. When Xie Xuanchen entered the door, he vaguely heard Mu Mingtang utter that something was a pity, so he asked, âWhat were you talking about just now? What was a pity?â
Mu Mingtang stood up and helped take off his cloak before she said, âItâs nothing. Mother Zhao told me about the sacrifice festival to the river. I heard that the sacrifice is related to the peace and harvest of the year. Now that it couldnât be done due to the war, I just felt that it was a pity.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Xie Xuanchenâs eyes moved when he heard it. He stood on the ground and thought for a while before he said, âIt might not be impossible.â
âUmmâ¦?â
Xie Xuanchen suddenly hugged Mu Mingtangâs shoulders and said with a hint of guilt, âI have to go out again and I canât accompany you anymore. Please stay here for a while as Iâll be back soon.â
Mu Mingtang didnât know what Xie Xuanchen was thinking of, but it wasnât a big deal for her to wait a little longer. Xie Xuanchenâs business outside was more important. She tidied Xie Xuanchenâs cloak again and sent him out in person.