Emperor Wude looked at the anxious look on Yan Buli's face, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said, "I did not agree to him immediately, but just said that I need to think about it for a few days."

"That's good." Yan Buli breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Father, you must not agree to the Shang Xie Yu!"

“Why?”

"Father, you don't remember it? Five years ago, it was the cessation that made Shang Xieyu's country destroy and the family destroyed. How could Shang Xieyu swallow this? It was false to marry him, and it was true that he wanted to avenge his revenge back then!"

"I naturally remember the war between Dongliao and Nanchu five years ago, but in my opinion, Shang Xieyu was not such a narrow-minded person. Otherwise, he would not have reunified Nanchu in just three years. I think Shang Xieyu is a man of great talent and strategy, and is comparable to the Han King of Nanchu, so he is worthy of Ling'er."

Yan Buli widened his eyes, looked disbelief, and said, "Father, what good gift did that guy Shang Xieyu give you to you, so that you can say good things to him?"

"Rareless!" Emperor Wude said unhappy: "Is I the kind of person who is easily bribed?"

"My son knows the mistake!" Yan Buli hurriedly bowed and said, "Father, no matter whether Shang Xie Yu really wants to marry Zhizhi, you have to ask the emperor uncle for his marriage?"

"I will naturally ask your uncle, there is no hurry to do this." Emperor Wude looked at Yan Buli meaningfully and changed the topic: "Have you finished reading those memorials?"

Yan Buli had a headache and hurriedly said, "My son is here to see!"

Emperor Wude did not speak again, his eyes stayed on Yan Buli for a moment, with endless profound meaning.

The next day, it started raining again in the sky. Yan Mu entered the palace to meet Emperor Wude, but he had not seen him return home for a long time. Rong Qianzhi stood under the eaves of the corridor and looked at the layers of rain curtains, and felt a little uneasy.

Xiao Chen'er came behind Rong Qianzhi. He gently pulled Rong Qianzhi's sleeve and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

Rong Qianzhi turned around, squatted down, touched Xiao Chen'er's head, and said, "Mom is not unhappy, she is just thinking about something."

"Oh." Xiao Chen'er pursed her lips and said, "Mom, Chen'er wants to ask you a question."

"you say."

"Mom, will Chen'er never see Xi'er again?"

Rong Qianzhi was stunned. In the past few days, she had never mentioned Xier in front of Chen'er, and Chen'er had never asked her. She didn't expect that Chen'er suddenly asked Xier today, and she didn't expect that Chen'er had noticed it keenly.

She took Chen'er's little hand and said, "Chen'er, Xi'er likes her adoptive father. She chose to be with her adoptive father. This is her choice. We are her relatives. As long as she is happy, we should respect her choice, right? My mother doesn't know if she will see Xi'er again in the future, but in her mother's heart, Xi'er, like Chen'er, will always be her mother's children."

Xiao Chen'er lightly pointed his little head: "Chen'er understands that Chen'er just misses Xi'er."

Rong Qianzhi felt distressed for a while, thought for a while, and said, "Chen'er, have you written a letter to Xi'er. When you meet again one day, you can show her the letter you wrote."

"Okay." Chen'er thought this idea was good, so he said, "Mom, Chen'er will write the first letter to Xi'er now!"

"Yeah, go."
Chapter completed!