It was late at night.

Wu Qi left with a look of disbelief, and Luo Tian and Xiao Wan also went back to the room to digest this fact that could not be explained by common sense.

Mo Xingchu and Lu Jingmo stayed in the house and quietly accompanied Luo Ran.

"Jingmo."

Luo Ran looked up with confusion in his eyes:

"It wasn't my real mother who killed my father, right?"

Lu Jingmo pursed his lower lip and replied seriously:

"Yes."

"The one who killed your father and hurt your people was another man who lived in your mother's body."

It was Ouyang Ping, who crossed over two years earlier than her.

Luo Ran's eyes were soaked in mist:

"But my dad doesn't know."

"He estimated that until he died, he thought that his wife had destroyed his home and buried him in the fire."

Betrayed by the people he loved the most, and burned alive in the fire, his bones were gone.

"You say, how desperate he was......"

Mo Xingchu listened to the grief of his father who had never met in his words, and his eyes were wet.

Hugged him and wept silently.

There was an intermittent cry in his ears, and Lu Jingmo clenched his hands into fists.

……

Five days later.

Everyone set out from Sanssouci Mountain and returned to the imperial city.

Lu Jingmo had just returned to the Tainu's Mansion, and before he could take a breath, he was summoned into the palace by Lu Ye.

As soon as she entered the study, she knew what was going on.

Her great-grandmother Zhong Yonghou, maternal grandmother Liang Yun, two cousins, and ...... Lu Jingan, all in.

And all with serious faces.

When Lu Ye saw her, he first asked:

"Are all the wounds healed?"

"It's been raised for a long time." Lu Jingmo bowed slightly at Zhongyong Hou, "I heard that you had an illness a while ago, but now you are better?" ”

She is still polite to the Marquis of Zhongyong, the great-grandfather who has guarded Beilu for decades.

Marquis Zhongyong's hair is gray, and he is much older than last year, but when he speaks, his voice is still loud:

"The old man said at the coronation ceremony that he wanted to see His Royal Highness rule the world with his own eyes, before that, how dare the old man die, and where would he be willing to die."

This remark made everyone in the room laugh, especially Lu Ye.

She stepped out from behind her desk and patted the old man on the shoulder:

"Your old man is about to see that day."

Then she straightened up and looked at Lu Jingmo, her proudest daughter.

"Mo'er, Nanli Xindi handed over a letter of peace, and took Nanli's initiative as a condition for Beilu vassal states in exchange for Beilu sending troops to help."

Lu Jingmo had expected it, and in front of a room of people, he took over this task:

"Erchen asked for reinforcements."

Lu Ye immediately approved the holy decree and ordered 100,000 elite soldiers, Lu Jingan as the deputy general, Lu Jingmo as the main general, and rushed to Nanli within a month and took it into his pocket.

In the evening of the same day.

After Xia Qingmiao sent Lu Jingmo, she watched the long line disappear into the night, lying on Luo Ran's shoulder, crying breathlessly.

The wife came back less than half a day ago, fell off the cliff, and the injury had only healed not long ago, and he had to lead the troops to fight again.

He finally understood what his father told him, as a prince, while enjoying the supreme glory, the hardships were very unimaginable.

Mencius had just sent Lu Jing'an away, and he was about to cry, but he heard Xia Qingmiao's cry from a distance, and he was stunned to hold back his tears.

He hesitated and approached slowly, Luo Ran coaxed Xia Qingmiao and said to him:

"Now that the imperial sister and Jingmo are out to fight together, if my brother-in-law usually needs help, even if the princess's mansion is looking for me."