The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

Chapter 1193 The Empress Dowager is Seriously Ill

Having settled everything that needed to be explained, Liang Chongyue sat on the dragon throne, tapping away at the newly written imperial edict in a good mood.

"Host, the kitten has become well-behaved and can start connecting with Minglang at any time."

The system pushed the panel in front of Liang Chongyue, who looked at the cat with its head down and silent on the panel.

Liang Chongyue nodded to the system.

Meanwhile, Minglang, who is preparing to participate in today's horse race, is adjusting his equipment.

The kitten leaped from behind her and landed on her back.

"what happened?"

Minglang reached behind his ear and patted the kitten's head.

The kitten nuzzled its head against the light and meowed softly twice.

The saddle in Minglang's hand fell to the ground, and he turned back to look at the kitten with a shocked expression.

He couldn't care less about what the people around him thought.

Minglang grabbed the kitten and ran away from the crowd before cupping the kitten's face in his hands and speaking solemnly:

"Is it true that your mother is seriously ill and urgently summoned me back to the capital?"

The kitten touched its conscience and nodded against its will.

Minglang's face turned pale for a moment, and he still spoke uncertainly:

"Wasn't this just a lie that Mother Queen made up to trick me into going back?"

A fleeting look of shock crossed the kitten's beautiful eyes. Truly, she was His Majesty's own child.

Anyone else would be frantic with worry.

The kitten thought this to itself, and could only nod in agreement.

On the other side of the panel, unseen by the owner, the Empress's gaze was terrifying.

Seeing this, Minglang didn't delay any longer. Even though he didn't want to believe it, he set off back to the capital as quickly as possible.

Xiang Ke, who was hurriedly called back, hadn't even returned to her tent when she saw His Highness already packing the bags neatly and riding past her in a hurry.

Xiang Ke was completely dumbfounded.

"Wait, what's going on? The horse race hasn't even started yet, Your Highness, why are you in such a hurry?"

Xiang Ke called out from behind, but Minglang didn't have time to explain further to her.

Qin Xiaosi hurriedly rode up to catch up, and Jiang Jiaoyun chased after him, only to see the prince's departing figure and the hoofprints on the snow.

Jiang Jiaoyun pulled Xiang Ke into the tent, and Xiang Ke saw that even her things were packed in the tent.

Are we going back?

"His Highness has received an urgent summons. Something must have happened in the capital, and he needs to return immediately. Go and check if there's anything we haven't packed yet; we need to leave as well."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Ke's mouth gaped open wider than his eyes, and he stared at Jiang Jiaoyun in disbelief.

"Could it be that Your Highness misheard? Something happened in the capital, but isn't His Majesty still in the capital?"

Even if His Majesty cannot resolve this matter, His Highness may not be able to resolve it even if he returns.

Xiang Ke thought this to himself, but didn't say it aloud.

But after spending so much time together, Xiang Ke is someone whose temper and thoughts are always written on his face.

Jiang Jiaoyun didn't even need to ask what she was thinking; she could tell at a glance.

"Hurry back and pack your things. His Highness has already left. How much longer are you planning to stay here?"

Since His Highness had left, Xiang Ke naturally couldn't stay any longer. After returning to his tent and briefly checking that everything was almost packed up, he decided to leave.

Without further delay, he mounted his horse and chased after His Highness in the direction he had left.

Minglang had been wondering what illness his mother might have all the way. He asked the kitten, but the kitten wouldn't tell him.

She held onto a sliver of hope, wishing that this was just something her mother had made up to trick her into going back.

I also don't want anything to really happen to my mother.

Jiang Jiaoyun and her men traveled for a full day and night before finally catching up with His Highness.

Having not slept for a day and a night, and having ridden horses at high speed along the border for so long, Xiang Ke's back was aching.

Upon seeing His Highness, he immediately dismounted and walked towards him.

Along the way, with Jiang Jiaoyun's reminder, she finally realized what was going on.

What else could possibly be causing His Highness to rush back in such a hurry, besides matters concerning His Majesty and the Empress Dowager?

Thinking of the Empress Dowager who had been kind to her since childhood, Xiang Ke walked to the prince's side, just about to say a few words of comfort.

As soon as she opened her mouth, tears streamed down her face.

"Alright, stop crying here. I can't comfort you."

Minglang was about to push Ke away, and she had nowhere to find comfort.

I can no longer take on the task of comforting others.

Throughout the journey, Minglang spoke very little, knowing that her mother could see her.

But she never managed to see her through the kitten, and the boundless fear and worry in her heart materialized.

Every rest stop along the way was to allow the warhorses to catch their breath. If only there were horses that didn't need to rest, they could charge straight to the capital.

She would never stop; only when the biting cold wind lashed against her body could she feel any better.

When you're speeding through the wind, you don't think too much.

Every day after court, the first thing Liang Chongyue did was to check on Minglang's recent situation.

Watching her grow more serious each day, calculating the time, and occasionally asking the kitten to contact her, just to catch a glimpse of her.

Liang Chongyue knew that Minglang still harbored a sliver of hope, that she hadn't been hurt.

Although reality was similar to what Minglang had imagined, Liang Chongyue simply watched her go through the pain, forcing her to face the things she would inevitably have to face in the future as soon as possible.

"Host, don't you think what you're doing is going too far?"

Liang Chongyue looked at the clear picture on the panel, and after a while, she slowly spoke:

"I have already given her power, status, and family ties—things that are impossible to achieve smoothly in the royal family. She's just going to suffer a little. I haven't even felt sorry for her, so why are you feeling sorry for her?"

The system fell silent after being told by the host, as if, throughout the entire ancient society, no one had been as successful as Minglang.

I'm afraid the biggest hardship I've ever endured in my life was the sandstorms I encountered on my way back.

Liang Chongyue calculated the time and made a time difference with Minglang.

Calculating that Minglang would arrive in the capital in ten days, Liang Chongyue began preparing to flee.

Bring along the Empress Dowager, Li Yu'an, and the system, and let Fei He stay behind to clean up the mess, while also helping Minglang to intimidate the court officials.

After all, she's just going out for a trip; it's not like she's not coming back.

With only five days left before Minglang's return to the capital, Liang Chongyue embarked on a rebellious journey with his mother.

Upon returning, Minglang's first act was to rush straight to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Seeing that the dragon bed was empty, he stood up shakily and looked at Master Fei standing to the side.

"Mother is alright."

His clear voice was firm, and although his face still showed signs of fatigue from the journey, the worry in his eyes had faded somewhat.

Fei He looked into His Highness's eyes, those eyes that bore a striking resemblance to His Majesty's, and they seemed to be asking him a question.

Fei He nodded, took out the imperial edict, and handed it to His Highness.

His bright brows completely relaxed, and the displeasure in his heart had long been blown away by the wind along the way.

"Go prepare some food for me first. I'm starving after rushing back all the way."

Before Minglang could even speak the imperial edict, he gave instructions to Master Fei.

Fei He looked at Nan Xing, who was waiting to the side. Before he could say anything, Nan Xing had already gone out to serve the meal.