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Chapter 961: The Wasteful Prince vs. the First Female Official 1

On the day Xuan Qingxu returned, the general from the northwest and Helian Chang also went out to greet him.

After all, he is a prince. Even if Helian Chang dislikes the third prince, it is not good for him to show it so obviously on his face, let alone the general in the northwest.

However, everyone has their own closeness and distance, so when facing Xuan Qingxu, the two were naturally not so enthusiastic.

However, Xuan Qingxu didn't care. He knew that he had lost the battle this time. Facing great generals like Helian Chang and the Northwest General, he was too embarrassed to say much without them saying anything. He hurriedly exchanged a few perfunctory words with the two of them and then returned tiredly to his residence.

However, no matter how much he hid, after two days of rest, Helian Chang "inadvertently" sent someone to mention his bet with Xuan Yanjing and asked him about the battle situation in Liaocheng.

Helian Chang, a battle-hardened general, knew the battle situation by looking at the group of wounded soldiers he brought back. Why bother asking?

Helian Chang's intention was obviously not to do anything else but to remind Xuan Qingxu that it was time to hand over the military power.

At this point, Xuan Qingxu and the Gongsun family's subordinates naturally had no way to hold on to the military power any longer, but they would not let Xuan Yanjing obtain the military power so easily.

Soon the rumor spread that the reason Xuan Yanjing was able to capture Xiacheng and win the competition was simply because he was lucky and had drawn Xiacheng, which was easier to capture.

As for what they said about how difficult the Moon Clan in Xia City is, who knows? It's just their one-sided statement anyway. Maybe even Xuan Yanjing's disappearance was staged by themselves.

When this news came out, the person who reacted the most was not Xuan Yanjing, nor Helian Chang, nor Ling Yao.

Instead, it was the group of soldiers and generals who followed Xuan Yanjing deep into Xiacheng. The news came from some generals led by Xuan Qingxu.

Therefore, the soldiers led by Xuan Yanjing also brought people to fight with those generals.

The generals who passed the news were also very aggrieved. They didn't really want to spread such news, but they had no choice. They never expected to be beaten for it. The soldiers under their command, who were already dissatisfied with the battle, lost a lot of prestige when they saw their miserable appearance.

Xuan Yanjing did not tolerate them at all. He had just taken charge of the military power. If he had to endure others stepping on his head even in such a small matter, who would listen to his orders in the future?

Xuan Yanjing severely punished these generals and only gave symbolic warnings to several people in his army.

In this way, killing the chicken to scare the monkeys made some restless elements in the army immediately became much more obedient.

After Xuan Yanjing finished this task, he immediately ran to Lingyao and explained with his head held high, almost having the words "begging for praise" written on his face.

Lingyao was leaning on a chair eating fruit, and seeing Xuan Yanjing acting so arrogantly, she felt a little uncomfortable watching him.

He nodded in a perfunctory yet not perfunctory response.

"Awesome." Niu Gen!

"Not bad." What other compliments were there?

Lingyao's answer was almost like love, but she praised Xuan Yanjing.

He sat down next to Lingyao, bent down and took the grape from Lingyao's hand, chewed it twice, and then smiled.

"Then leave the task of retaking Liaocheng to me, okay?"

Xuan Yanjing and Helian Chang discussed the next battle situation and decided that he would personally lead the troops to recapture Liaocheng. This would not only make Xuan Qingxu admit defeat with conviction, but also increase his prestige in the army.

However, Xuan Yanjing still wanted to apply for Lingyao first, and he would apply to recapture Liaocheng first.

He wanted to see if he could do it well.

Of course, he didn't think Lingyao's existence hindered his progress. He just wanted to try it himself first. If he really encountered difficulties that he couldn't solve, he would still ask Lingyao for help.

Because she is his support.

Lingyao was naturally happy to have some free time, so she accepted Xuan Yanjing's proposal without any psychological burden.

So Xuan Yanjing quickly got ready, and after recaptured Xiacheng, he rushed to Liaocheng again.

The terrain of Liaocheng is indeed more difficult to conquer than that of Xiacheng, and the barbarian tribe stationed there is in full swing because they had won several battles against Xuan Qingxu before.

Xuan Yanjing's battle lasted for three full months, and his originally fair and tender face looked a bit older. Not only was it darker, but the flesh on his face was also less, and the contours of his facial features were sharper.

Except for the gentle smile he always had when facing Lingyao, he often had a stern and serious face when facing other people and soldiers.

There gradually appeared in his eyes the murderous look that anyone going to the battlefield would have.

Another victory in the battle. Up to now, Liaocheng has gone from being aggressive at the beginning to being defeated and gradually weakened. Liaocheng is almost in the hands of Xuan Yanjing, but there are still some remnants that have not been cleaned up.

So he did not withdraw his troops for the time being.

As soon as the horn on the city wall stopped sounding, Xuan Yanjing draped his dusty cloak over his arm and strode up to Lingyao.

They have been here for a long time. From wearing thin clothes at the beginning to wearing real fox fur now, they still feel the cool breeze.

The sun was setting, and the golden light spread over Xuan Yanjing's angular profile, but it did not suppress the awkward tension.

He took out a small brocade box from his arms, and his expression became unusually unnatural.

When handing it over, his fingertips paused slightly, as if he was not handing over a token of gratitude, but a hot potato.

"Take it." His tone was as hard as the sword at his waist, completely different from his usual gentle and soft tone.

Lingyao knew that the God of Wealth would have this expression whenever he felt embarrassed about doing something.

As if someone forced him to do it.

She took the brocade box and opened it, revealing a silver hairpin with twin lotus flowers.

The hairpin wasn't finely polished, but it looked like it was made by hand. Before Lingyao could take a closer look, Xuan Yanjing turned his head away, gazing at the distant city wall and humming, "I found this when we were clearing out the bandit's den a few days ago. It looks...it looks good with your clothes... Anyway, it wasn't made by me."

Lingyao: ...Who asked?

The clothes and snow-white fox fur on Lingyao were also what Xuan Yanjing said he picked up on the roadside a few days ago.

Lingyao didn't expose him, but just asked him to pick up a few more.

Xuan Yanjing actually knew that Lingyao must know that these things were made by him and were made by him personally.

But sometimes, he is just a little embarrassed to say it out loud.

It feels like I'm deliberately showing off how good I am to her.

The wind blew away the tail end of Xuan Yanjing's words, bringing with it a bit of barely perceptible awkwardness and shyness.

Lingyao's fingertips had just touched the cold silver hairpin when Xuan Yanjing suddenly pushed the box closer to her arms and raised his voice a little.

"I'll give you this hairpin. From now on... you must wear it. Especially when you go to the military camp, you must remember to wear it!"

This way, in the military camp, when the men see this hairpin, they will know that she is his...

Xuan Yanjing's actions started from the last time Lingyao went to the military camp to find Xuan Yanjing.

Eight out of ten men in the military camp haven't seen a woman for almost half a year, especially someone as beautiful as Lingyao.

If Lingyao were to be seen outside, some people might think that she looked unattainable and too cold.

But in the army, this is not the case at all. The officers and soldiers in the army all admire the strong and appreciate the heroic women.

Coincidentally, when Lingyao went there, she met a pair of new recruits who had just been recruited from the public.

Not to mention Lingyao, he hadn't even met the prince and general who led them.

So when Lingyao went there, she attracted a crowd of onlookers. They just thought that Lingyao was the soldier's sister who came to look for her relatives.

So they all took the initiative to go up and talk to Lingyao. It was a passing general who had followed Xuan Yanjing for a long time who discovered Lingyao and quickly drove away the group of soldiers who were watching the fun and wanted to kill the future Crown Princess.

However, this matter eventually reached Xuan Yanjing's ears.

These new recruits were immediately trained twice.

Xuan Yanjing even said that they were not vigilant enough and should practice more.

After Xuan Yanjing finished speaking, he saw that Lingyao was still silent.

He glanced at his lips, turned around, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his knuckles white, his back straight, and he refused to look back. He only added sullenly: "If you don't like it... just pretend I didn't say anything."

He knew that he was exposed to the wind and sun outside every day, his skin was rough and his face was dark. He was not as handsome as before, nor did he look as delicate as before.

There are a few fair-skinned guys among the newly recruited recruits, but none of them are as handsome as him.

When he returns to the palace after the war, he can still be raised well.

Lingyao didn't know what he was imagining.

He pulled Xuan Yanjing's arm and turned him around, took the silver hairpin out of the box and handed it to Xuan Yanjing.

"My clothes are too thick to wear. Please help me put them on."

The corners of Xuan Yanjing's mouth, which were originally drooping, rose slightly, and he was coaxed into peace with just one sentence.

He took the silver hairpin from Lingyao's hand. When his fingertips touched her hair, his mind moved and his movements became extra light.

In the bronze mirror facing the two of them, Xuan Yanjing's tense profile and upturned mouth corners were reflected.

His eyelashes trembled violently, and he didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the crabapple flower landed steadily in her hair.

Staring at the silver hairpin that he had made with his own hands and which looked a bit messy, Xuan Yanjing didn't know where to start praising it.

Finally, after a long pause, he said, "...it looks bright and beautiful."