Doted By The Regent King

Chapter 1751: Chapter 1689: Parting and Meeting an Old Friend Again

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Wufu heard these three words, her gaze suddenly turned cold, sharp as a knife towards Song Wei.

Song Wei’s heart skipped a beat, yet he felt a faint excitement, the cat had extended its claws.

Wufu suddenly laughed: "Crown Prince Song is indeed idle; I heard a Young General Song has emerged in the Northwest, very much favored by Prince Wei, accomplishing several major tasks. Well, we in Beiyan also appreciate Young General Song dearly; there’s no way around it, people all like to deal with smart, stable people. As for those unweaned pups, well, they’re just amusing to watch."

This blatant sarcasm turned Song Wei’s face dark; Young General Song, referring to that plebeian? And the pup...

Is he mocking him!

"We in Beiyan?" Song Wei’s gaze chilled towards her: "County Magistrate Ruifu, have you forgotten your identity, what you are!"

"I assumed Crown Prince Song already knew this County Lord has gotten married, as they say, marry a chicken follow a chicken, marry a dog follow a dog. Since I’ve married Prince Jin of Beiyan, naturally I am Beiyan’s Princess Consort. Isn’t it so?" Wufu chuckled and didn’t wish to engage further, tapped the carriage wall: "Let’s go!"

The carriage wheels began to turn.

Song Wei stood still, watching her carriage moving away, snorted, mounted his horse, but unexpectedly, the horse suddenly went wild, throwing him off.

"Zhou Wufu!" Song Wei gritted his teeth, touched his side waist, looking in the direction where she had vanished.

One day, I’ll capture this wild cat, smooth her fur thoroughly.

...

Saying farewell and handling matters, it was not until January 28th that Wufu’s group was set to depart for Quanzhou.

Agreeing not to let Guan Chuying and others see them off, yet they still came to Three Miles Pavilion outside the city to bid farewell, and on the half slope not far away, the sound of farewell flute music arose, it was a tune she once heard Master Gui play.

A carriage approached from afar.

How coincidental, it happened to be Wen Congrui whom she hadn’t seen in a year.

"After a year apart, Lord Wen has become even more composed and reserved, the dignified authority is imposing," Wufu sat in the pavilion, looking at Wen Congrui opposite her.

"I’m far from your caliber, I heard you were in Changan, thriving with a flourishing reputation," Wen Congrui smiled faintly.

Wufu lowered her gaze, tugging at the corners of her mouth in self-mockery: "Nevertheless, I’m still someone who couldn’t even protect my own mother."

Wen Congrui had never lost track of Wufu’s news; her mother’s affairs he heard of while returning to the capital, recalling that gentle woman was indeed a sigh: "Condolences!"

"Thank you!" Wufu changed the subject, asking: "You returned to the capital for?"

Wen Congrui replied: "I was reassigned to the Ministry of Punishment." He added: "Previously, at Huayang’s inn, you consistently upheld its promises; on behalf of Huayang’s refugees, I thank you."

He stood up, bowing to Wufu.

Wufu dodged, said: "It is because of a good official like you that they were able to benefit."

Wen Congrui smiled shallowly, said: "Heard you got married."

"Hm."

"I should have thought as much, he is the Prince of Beiyan!"

Wufu looked at him, not knowing what to say for the moment.

Over there, Hua Wushuang sent someone to say it was time to depart, or else it would snow again soon, making the road difficult to travel.

"I must go now."

"Wish you a safe journey!"

"Thank you!"

Wufu stepped down from the pavilion, once again hearing Wen Congrui’s question behind her: "Wufu, one day, will you stand on the territory of Nanyue again?"

Wufu paused, turned around, quietly looking at him.

Wen Congrui said: "I never underestimated Beiyan’s ambition."

Wufu thought for a moment, said: "I hope to see world peace, a flourishing era!"

Wen Congrui smiled without speaking, watching her leave, murmured: "So, creating such a world requires sacrifice, doesn’t it?"