Mo Xie's fingers rubbed the armrest on the edge of the chair, leaned back on the recliner, and did not immediately answer Yu An's words, but sighed.

"This king doesn't want to marry Lu Dieyi, but now it seems that he can't marry him, look at this." Mo Xie handed the newspaper in his hand to the person opposite.

Yu An took it with both hands, saw the content clearly, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"In addition to Qianzhou, there are so many people who have been disturbed by the war and have even become displaced people, and displacement is pouring into Kyoto." Yu An's tone could not hide his anxiety.

At this time, the mood is also complicated, and the road outside the window is also complicated.

She didn't expect this catastrophe to be so serious.

Qianzhou has experienced wars, and the people are unable to recuperate, and they should have been pastures and mulberries, but because of natural and man-made disasters, they have no livelihood to live.

Who would have thought that the country that had always been rich and powerful would now have so many displaced people fleeing from various places.

This news should have come back from Qianji, and it has not yet spread outside, but the paper can't hold the fire, and the whole world will know it soon.

"So...... Is the prince ready to take Prince Qi's advice?" Yu An asked with some hesitation.

Lu Wan didn't listen any further, turned and left the place, like she had never been.

The people in the house didn't notice her either.

After Yu An retreated, Mo Xie's body slowly leaned back, looking a little tired.

After a long time, a dark shadow flashed in front of him.

It was Mo Ji who knelt on the ground.

"Have you found out?"

"Cleared." Mo shook his head and handed over the information cartridge in his hand.

Mo Xie unfolded the note in it, glanced at it, and burned it out in the candle flame beside him.

A pair of ink eyes flashed, but it was not difficult to see from his expression that he didn't seem surprised by this result.

The man's black pupils were surging with waves, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, outlining a cruel arc.

"Follow me to the prison." Mo Xie's voice was a little faint.

The next moment, the two disappeared in place.

On the other side, Lu Wan walked back to the idle courtyard in a bit of despair.

The white tiger followed her, pacing a little uneasily, as if it could see that Lu Xuan's mood had not been right since he came out of the Vermilion Bird Palace.

Lu Juan rested very early this night, but it can also be said that she stayed awake all night, and Mo Xie was as she expected, a night in the future.

The next day, the news that Qi Jin asked the emperor for peace spread in Kyoto.

Although everyone doesn't know if Mo Qian agrees, there are all kinds of remarks about this matter.

Inside the No. 1 room of the Red Mansion Tianzi.

Lu Wan's fingers rubbed the purple clay pot in her hand, the tea in it was already cold, her eyes were slightly dilated, obviously distracted.

When Ning Qiluo pushed open the door with the pastry, he saw Lu Juan's expression, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Until she put the pastry on the table in front of Lu Juan, Lu Wan didn't come back to her senses, she had never seen Lu Wan show such a look.

She told Lu Juan about this yesterday, and she came like this today, Ning Qiluo couldn't help but be worried, the rumors outside were intensifying.

She could still swear to Lu Juan yesterday that the regent would not agree to make peace, but today she saw that her master was uncertain, and she didn't dare to speak rashly.

"Master, let's use some shortbread, freshly baked." Ning Qiluo said tentatively.

Lu Wan came back to his senses at this time, and smiled at Ning Qiluo, but this smile was stiff no matter how hard he looked.

Twist a piece of shortbread and put it in front of your mouth, but you start to lose your mind again.