Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 89 Rebellious Officials of the Former Dynasty 21

With these thoughts in mind, when Xiao Yao arrived nervously, she gently tapped his head.

"Go, go, go and see if the clouds in the northern desert are that low and if the sky is that blue."

She laughed heartily and freely, as if she didn't care at all about her son's upcoming journey.

Xiao Yao paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mother, don't worry, I will definitely write you letters and paint pictures so that you can also see the beauty of the northern desert."

Madam Yu poked his forehead: "You're greedy for your mother, aren't you!"

"Go away, go away, I hate seeing you!"

"We're going to the northern desert soon, hurry up and pack your bags." Madam Yu rarely nags, "Bring plenty of fur coats for winter, plenty of herbs, and seeds of the foods you usually eat, so you won't have trouble getting used to the food there."

She smiled as she gave Xiao Yao all her instructions, without a single tear ever welling up in her eyes.

Those who have spent over twenty years in the palace are the best actors in the world.

As Xiao Yao was about to leave the palace, he glanced at his mother's palace from afar and said softly, "The next time we meet will be when I leave the capital."

As sons grow up, they tend to distance themselves from their mothers. For princes who leave the palace and establish their own residences, the only time they can see their mothers each year is during the New Year holidays.

But now, he won't be able to see his mother even during holidays.

Ling Yi held his hand and said softly, "Once we've settled down in the northern desert, we'll return to the palace to visit Her Majesty."

Xiao Yao chuckled: "Going there and then running back would make it seem like I'm afraid of that harsh, cold place. I'd be laughed at."

Ling Yi raised an eyebrow: "Is Your Highness Prince Rui afraid of being laughed at?"

She tugged at his cheek: "You've gotten much thicker than before. You won't blush when people laugh at you. That's a good thing."

Xiao Yao took her hand and got into the carriage with her.

After a long while, he spoke softly, "It's good that I still have you."

Otherwise, he really wouldn't know what to do.

Ling Yi closed her eyes to rest: "I'm always here."

She thought that it would be difficult for them to separate in the future.

This is a predestined fate, and no one can break it apart.

So, Xiao Yao, who was feeling rather melancholy, was amused by her and started to smile.

No matter what he looks like now, he will always be happy because of her few words.

Upon returning to the mansion, the busy period began.

The Prince Rui's mansion was in turmoil with all sorts of things to do, such as purchasing various items, sealing up warehouses in the palace, deciding who to take with him and who not to take him on trips.

Unusually, Ling Yi didn't interfere with the matter, but let Xiao Yao ponder it on his own.

Occasionally, when Xiao Yao was extremely busy, she would be seen leisurely looking at Mo Bei Feng Wen, her cheeks puffing out in anger.

This major move within Prince Rui's residence naturally did not escape the notice of other families.

When the brothers heard that Xiao Yao had volunteered to go to the northern desert, they were all astonished.

Those who were granted fiefdoms always racked their brains to seek a life of luxury in prosperous places; none of them had ever voluntarily gone to suffer in those harsh and cold lands!

Is Lao Jiu out of his mind? Why would he go to that place on his own initiative?

Is it a genuine desire to escape conflict, or a strategic retreat?

Despite his mental illness, Lao Jiu remained busy, completely ignoring the occasional attempts his brothers made to test him.

Of the dozen or so princes, none were born of the same mother, so their relationship with each other was naturally weak.

In the past, when Xiao Yao was all smiles, the other brothers could pretend to be happy and have a good time. Now that he has a cold face, the other brothers don't dare to test him anymore.

What if the Emperor in the palace sees them and, on a whim, throws them all to the northern desert?

They didn't want to suffer in that harsh, cold place!

While everyone's attention was focused on Xiao Yao, Ling Yi was eagerly reading about all sorts of things in the northern desert.

It contains accounts of local customs and traditions, plant cultivation, the appointment of officials of all ranks over the past thirty years, and the relentless struggle against the northern barbarians.

Countless pieces of information, along with the map of Mobei, were imprinted in Ling Yi's mind. Now, the person who knows Mobei best is probably not their local officials, but Ling Yi, who has never been there since she was in the Prince Rui's mansion.

Just when everything was ready, the imperial edict from the palace arrived belatedly.

In the end, the emperor did not have the heart to set Xiao Yao's fiefdom in the northern desert, but only granted him the right to temporarily reside in the northern desert and supervise the four towns.

Although he did not actually take up his fief, he was given three thousand elite soldiers, all of whom were selected from the best and strongest soldiers in the Imperial Guard.

This blatant preferential treatment made the other sons green with envy, wishing they could take their father's place and have him bestow these troops upon them without having to take up their fiefdoms.

With people in the capital and troops at my disposal, why should I be afraid of my other brothers?

"But even if he has soldiers, what use are they if they're not in the capital?" Xiao Xian said with a light laugh. "Does he really think he can take three thousand elite troops back to the capital?"

As for the position of governor of the four northern garrisons, he didn't feel particularly envious.

At the beginning of the dynasty, the court was indeed dominated by military officers.

But once the world is at peace, it will be time for the civil officials to take center stage.

They possess the most extensive experience in political struggle, far surpassing the muscular military officers who are completely incapable of doing so.

As long as the Emperor wants the throne to be passed down stably, he will never allow military officers to be involved in the struggle for the throne!

Even if Xiao Yao were to get lucky and win the favor of the military officers, it wouldn't be of much help in important matters!

Qingxi took off his outer robe and looked at the strategist with admiration.

She always liked him this way; with his strategic planning, she had a bright future. She only hoped that he could scheme for the highest position so that she could also become the most honored person in the world.

If he gets that position, then Ling Yi's threat will be nothing.

Ling Yi, whom she longed for, was standing on a treetop, coldly watching their house.

The candlelight in the room reflected on the window, clearly illuminating the figures of the two people embracing.

Since arriving in the capital, except for the time when An'ge'er was at home, she would linger outside Xiao Xianwang's residence for half an hour every day.

This is precisely why she can clearly track Xiao Xian's movements and calculate when he will be in the mansion or spend the night in his concubine's room.

Although Qingxi was favored, she was still not the principal wife, so naturally she could not live in the main house on the central axis of the Prince's mansion.

To prevent his beloved concubine from suffering any injustice, Xiao Xian chose a large courtyard for her, which, although somewhat remote, featured artificial hills and flowing water.

This courtyard is close to the outer wall of the Prince's Mansion, right where arrows could reach.

After the struggle for the throne, the guards of the Prince's mansion became even more stringent, and Ling Yi knew that she would no longer have the chance to fight those two adulterers in close combat.

But that doesn't mean she gave up on it.

With a blank expression, she took down the large bow from behind her and nocked an extremely thick arrow that she had personally carved.

At the tip of that arrow was a small packet of explosives that she had painstakingly refined and prepared.

The longbow was drawn back like a full moon, and then suddenly released, the bowstring humming in the air.