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The carriage drove slowly towards the imperial city.

More and more people gathered outside the south city gate, talking and pointing at the old farmer lying in a pool of blood.

Maybe he provoked an enemy and had his neck broken.

Sugar haws were scattered all over the ground. A child tried to pick them up, but the woman grabbed them and scolded them.

People were coming and going, and the city gate guards also noticed abnormalities and came to maintain order.

The snow is falling heavier and heavier. At first it was as big as a fingernail, and now it is like pieces of goose feathers, floating down in vast distances.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the imperial city. The elegant middle-aged man got out of the carriage. The Imperial Guards recognized the identity of the man and bowed in greeting:

"Your Majesty."

The elegant middle-aged man nodded and walked leisurely onto the palace road. He did not take any action, and the imperial guards did not stop him. They just lightly knocked on the city wall, and the sound of knocking was mixed with the wind and snow and spread inside.

The palace road is deep, and the elegant middle-aged people are not in a hurry, as if admiring the scenery.

In the palace of Nuoda, there were only buildings with carved beams and painted beams, covered with white snow, and not a single maid or eunuch was seen. He would not care at all about this anomaly.

He is Xuanyuan Yuheng. He has not reached the heavenly level, and he is already invincible in the world.

The snow-white mink fur fluttered in the wind, and Xuanyuan Yuheng seemed to melt into the wind and snow. He came to the Yangxin Hall and stepped inside.

He met a person in the front hall of Yangxin Hall.

A handsome young man wearing a black robe.

The young man's sharp eyebrows and starry eyes were as gentle as jade, and his black hair was flying freely in the wind and snow. This gentle and wild temperament made Xuanyuan Yuheng feel disgusted for no reason. This temperament has stayed in his past.

Never again.

But he no longer has it, and the young man in front of him is not allowed to have it!

"Your Majesty," the young man said politely with gentle eyes, without bowing or saluting.

Xuanyuan Yuheng glanced sideways at the young man named Zhao Wujiang, and the disdain in his heart outweighed his displeasure. He put his hands behind his back, strode to the front hall, and pushed open the door.

The wind and snow filled Zhao Wujiang's robe, his eyebrows were still gentle, and there was a lingering breath in his heart.

"Your Majesty." Xuanyuan Yuheng saw Xuanyuan Jing who was leisurely reading ancient books, and Dashici was sitting on a chair. He picked up the wine glass that was upside down on the table and filled a glass of wine for himself. The color of the wine was light yellow, which was called green ants.

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Xuanyuan Jing put down the ancient book. Snow was falling heavily outside the house. Snow had already piled on Zhao Wujiang's shoulders. She withdrew her gaze and said with a majestic look:

"Uncle Emperor, the new year is approaching. I wonder why you came to the palace this time?"

"I beg your Majesty to issue an imperial edict." Xuanyuan Yuheng drank the green ant wine, and the warmth flowed into his stomach. His eyebrows seemed not to be as sharp anymore, and he said with a slight smile:

"Canonize the Southern Xinjiang saint Zuya Yuxi as the princess."

Xuanyuan Jing shook his head:

"I cannot issue this edict.

I will keep the late emperor's edict in mind, Southern Xinjiang and Daxia..."

"Xuanyuan Jing." Xuanyuan Yuheng put down his wine glass heavily, interrupted Xuanyuan Jing's words, and said in a deep voice:

"I will conquer Southern Xinjiang. By then, Southern Xinjiang will be included in Daxia. Will it still be considered a violation of the imperial edict?"

"Then we will discuss this matter after Southern Xinjiang is included in Daxia." Xuanyuan Jing's eyebrows were majestic, staring at his imperial uncle who harbored ambitions.

Xuanyuan Yuheng's eyebrows were cold, the corners of his narrow eyes were raised, and his evil aura was highlighted:

"I'm not negotiating with you!"

The room was full of wind, snow and pressure. Although Xuanyuan Jing was a woman, she was full of imperial aura. She was neither humble nor arrogant and glared at Xuanyuan Yuheng with a low voice:

"I'm not negotiating with you either!"

Xuanyuan Yuheng no longer pretended to be conciliatory. He drank another glass of wine, stood up, and walked towards Xuanyuan Jing step by step with overwhelming momentum:

"My dear nephew, who gave you the courage?

Is it the royal guards hiding inside the house, or the ant named Zhao Wujiang outside the house?"

Xuanyuan Jing was as cold as ice, raised his head slightly, and spoke with a mix of power and anger:

"Zhao Wujiang, the official secretary, is my confidant, not an ant!"

"Ho ho..." Xuanyuan Yuheng laughed wildly, and the madness swept through the room. He grabbed Xuanyuan Jing with one hand and said sarcastically:
Chapter completed!