“Hmm? What?” The person in the rocking chair seemed uninterested.
“Rebellion in the Western Frontier. Imperial expedition,” Wei Linxia replied slowly, with each word weighing heavily.
The body that appeared leisurely suddenly sat up straight before relaxing back into the chair: “No, let them look down on me.”
“We must go,” Wei Linxia insisted.
“Not going,” Xi Linxuan replied.
Wei Linxia picked up a bright yellow imperial edict from the table and walked to Xi Linxuan, placing it in his hand: “We’re going. For me, you must go.”
The scroll was thrown to the ground with a dull thud.
“Wei Shengbi, I’m not going,” Xi Linxuan turned away.
Wei Linxia smiled softly, meeting her gaze, sensing his reluctance.
“Do you remember the promise you made? You said you’d give me the most fertile grassland as my territory, build the most beautiful tent there, raise cattle and sheep, pick flowers in spring and summer, hunt roe deer, and cook meat in winter. A gentleman’s word is as good as a fast horse’s whip. You can’t go back on your word. I want you to build my grassland home next year, so when Xi Qi grows up, I’ll have somewhere to go. You’ll wait there, cooking fresh milk and tender lamb for me when I arrive, okay?” Wei Linxia asked.
“No,” Xi Linxuan firmly refused.
Wei Linxia unfolded the imperial edict to reveal Xi Linxuan’s handwriting: “I know I am unwell. The young emperor shall ascend the throne, with the empress dowager to govern until he comes of age. Dated the full moon of the third month, Year Two of Tianjing.” Stamped with the imperial seal.
Chapter 59
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As the year-end approached, Tai Qing expressed her boredom in the South Inner Palace. She had heard the former Emperor was a martial artist and wanted to learn a few moves from him. However, he seemed preoccupied with trimming flowers, painting, and calligraphy like a monk in meditation, leaving her reluctant to wait on him.
