EBE Chapter 476 Mother sent us something
Chapter 476 Mother sent us something
Night had fallen, and the cold dew had turned to frost.
Xie Jing, dressed in a dark-colored casual robe, stepped into Shou'an Palace with a cold expression.
Upon entering the hall, he immediately saw the exhausted Empress Dowager and the wet nurse with bloodshot eyes.
The two stood beside the cradle, looking as if they were about to collapse.
Xie Jing felt a little better.
When the wet nurse saw Xie Jing arrive, she quickly took the little prince from her arms.
The little guy, who had been crying his heart out, immediately stopped crying when he saw Xie Jing. He opened his wet eyes and looked at him, and with a smile, he actually gave him a little one.
Xie Jing was stunned for a moment.
The next moment, the chubby little baby stretched out his short arms, grasped at the air, and hummed softly, clearly wanting to be held.
The Empress Dowager looked at it and said helplessly, "You give him a hug."
Xie Jing's lips twitched slightly.
But in the end, he still reached out and took the soft little ball of flesh.
As soon as he held the baby in his arms, the baby grabbed onto his shirt.
She snuggled her little face into his arms, smiled, closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.
The entire hall fell silent instantly, with only the baby's even breathing remaining.
The wet nurse was so shocked she couldn't speak.
The Empress Dowager also looked at Xie Jing with a complicated expression.
How did he do that?
Xie Jing looked down at the baby in his arms, remained silent for a moment, and then let out a long sigh.
Although he is not married and has no children, he already feels like a father...
The following morning, at Qinglan Courtyard.
"Has Jing-ge'er returned from the palace?" Qin Jiuwei asked, taking the cloak handed to her by a maid.
The maid shook her head. "Young Master Jing has not yet returned. The people from the Marquis's residence have already gone to the palace gate to meet him."
"Have the kitchen prepare some hot food so he can eat as soon as he gets back," Qin Jiuwei instructed.
"Yes."
The room gradually quieted down. Qin Jiuwei, wearing a fox fur cloak, slowly walked to the window and gently lifted the curtain.
It was already the second month of spring.
Most of the snow on the branches outside the window has melted, but a thin layer of frost remains in the corner of the wall.
The apricot tree in the southeast corner sprouted tiny buds, eagerly peeking out to greet the spring.
The wind gradually warmed up.
Everything is slowly awakening, as if waiting for something.
Qin Jiuwei watched this scene and raised her hand to cover her chest.
Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside.
Xiaohe walked quickly into the house, carrying several neatly folded bags of clothes in her hands, her face beaming with joy.
"Miss, the winter clothes, food, and amulets for the young master and young master Chun have all been prepared by me."
Qin Jiuwei nodded. "Wrap up those letters as well and send them out of the city tonight. Send them to the border as quickly as possible."
She turned and glanced out the window; a cold wind swept over her, and the snow was still falling.
Is the snow on the border three degrees colder than in Beijing...?
Border, military camp.
As dawn broke, the air was bitterly cold, and a layer of snow had already piled up outside the tents.
Xie Yanli was reading the military newspaper, while Xie Jingchun had just returned from the training ground, still sweating and carrying a package.
"Father! Mother sent us something!"
Xie Yanli put down the scroll in his hand, took the package, and eagerly opened it.
Cotton-padded clothes, pastries, and several amulets were neatly arranged.
At the top are ten letters.
Xie Yanli stared at the letter in silence, reluctant to open it.
Xie Jingchun had already opened his package.
Seeing the new wristbands, clean undergarments, and a large bag of plum blossom cakes inside, he grinned, his eyes narrowing with laughter.
"My mother still remembers that I like to eat this!"
He held the small pastry, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't bear to eat it, carefully putting it away.
Xie Yanli gently stroked the letter in his hand with his fingertips, and finally opened it.
The handwriting on the letter was gentle and graceful, and the familiar handwriting carried a series of earnest instructions. It also described the interesting things Xie Jue and Xie Jing did at home.
Xie Yanli looked at him with gentle eyes.
He watched it again and again, and he never felt he could get enough of it.
After reading it for the tenth time, I finally put it down and opened another letter.
A biting wind howled outside the military tent, and the curtain was suddenly lifted.
A guard suddenly strode in and knelt on one knee.
"Your Highness, the brothers on patrol ahead have captured a soldier who escaped from Daliang and have now brought him to the camp."
Xie Yanli's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice, "Chun Ge'er, go and take a look."
Xie Jingchun immediately stood up upon hearing this, "Yes!"
Outside the camp.
A man was bound and kneeling in the snow, his face covered in mud and blood, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Xie Jingchun and his group walked up to him.
The man looked up, his eyes filled with fear, and almost immediately exclaimed, "I am not an enemy soldier! I am not a soldier of the Great Liang!"
"You're not a soldier, so why are you wearing this armor?" Zhao Sheng asked coldly from the side.
The man's eyes reddened with anxiety. "I was taken away. They forcibly conscripted me. My home is in a small village behind the mountain. I don't want to fight. My mother is dying. I want to go back and see her..."
As he spoke, his voice trembled with tears.
"Name!" Xie Jingchun whispered.
The man immediately kowtowed, "My name is Gu Zheng, I'm from Gu Family Village... Please spare my life, I'll tell you anything, just don't kill me..."
Zhao Sheng snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain, "Spineless coward. On the battlefield, desertion is a capital offense. You're afraid of dying and ran away, yet you still expect to live?"
Gu Zheng's voice trembled, "Yes, I escaped, but I didn't join the army voluntarily. They captured me!"
“I’m just a farmer, and I have an elderly mother at home. I don’t want to fight… I didn’t start the war. Is it wrong for me not to want to die?”
Xie Jingchun's expression remained unchanged, but his tone lowered slightly, "Now I only have one question for you: how much do you know about the defensive deployment of that city?"
Gu Zheng's expression changed drastically, and he stammered, "I... I'm just a lowly soldier... This is something only generals would know, how could it be my place..."
Before he finished speaking, Xie Jingchun had already turned to look at Zhao Sheng.
Zhao Sheng immediately drew his sword, the blade grazing Gu Zheng's neck and drawing a line of blood, then let out a cold laugh.
"Don't play dumb. If you dare to utter another word of hesitation, I'll kill you right here today!"
Gu Zheng shuddered, his face turning deathly pale.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" he cried, kowtowing repeatedly. "I'll talk, I'll talk!"
“They’ve been moving a lot of oil drums and torches up the south wall these past few days, and I was in charge of transporting them… I really don’t know anything else.”
Upon hearing his words, Zhao Sheng immediately gritted his teeth and cursed, "You bastards! The Liang people are actually planning to burn us alive under the city walls with oil barrels and torches while we're attacking!"
Xie Jingchun's eyes were icy, and his tone remained completely flat: "Besides these, what else do you know?"