The man had lost a lot of weight. He was wearing armor and just standing under the palace gate, which made people fearful.
Perhaps he had been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, and the murderous aura in his body had not dissipated. When he looked at Song Wan, there was still a hint of caution in his eyes. When she smiled faintly, the blood in Shen Qianyu's eyes gradually faded, and the color in her eyes gradually faded away. A little tenderness.
Song Wan's eyes turned red, and he didn't know how to react for a moment.
It had been eighteen months since he left, and so much had happened during this time that Song Wan, who was less than two years old, felt like half a lifetime had passed.
"sorry……"
Shen Qianyu walked up to Song Wan, with a lump in his throat for a long time before he managed to squeeze out these three words that had no beginning or end.
But Song Wan knew all his unfinished words.
She smiled lightly and said: "This world is not owned by Your Highness alone. I believe that whether it is father, Mr. Shang, or those unknown generals, common people, or even Youyun..."
"I have never complained about His Highness."
"I asked someone to prepare water for Your Highness. Your Highness can wash himself and remove the dust."
Shen Qianyu nodded and walked into Yi Pavilion.
As in the past, he dismissed all the servants except Song Wan, and when he had removed his armor, he lay down on the beauty's couch with his pillow on Song Wan's legs and remained silent.
Song Wan gently touched his long, dry, yellow hair, feeling sour in his heart.
This battle was won, but no one was happy about victory.
Incorporating Nanqing into the territory of Dongning, Shen Qianyu's name is enough to be remembered for centuries, but until now, he has not issued any decree to announce this to all people. Even the people in the palace only knew about Dongning's victory when he was about to return to Beijing.
Little by little, Song held Shen Qianyu's long hair with his fingers, and Song rolled his eyes with sadness.
For the first time, Shen Qianyu turned his back to Song Wan and did not let her see the expression on his face. However, within a moment, Song Wan felt wetness soaking through his knees.
She paused her fingers slightly, and her eyes turned red.
"His Highness's hair has grown. Wan'er will help His Highness wash it."
Shen Qianyu held her hand, covered it in front of her eyes, and cried silently.
Holding the comb in his hand, Song Wan gently helped Shen Qianyu comb his hair. When the water temperature gradually cooled down, he entered the bathtub at Song Wan's urging, but Shen Qianyu held Song Wan's hand but did not let go.
"Wan'er will stay here with His Highness and won't go anywhere."
After carrying a wooden stool, Song Wan sat next to Shen Qianyu and gently traced the man's eyebrows with his fingertips.
"Is the water temperature okay?"
There were countless more scars on his body, but Song Wan just ignored them and asked softly in a low voice. Shen Qianyu held her hand against her cheek and whispered, "Just right."
The man looked at Song Wan's smiling face and couldn't help but kiss his lips on her palm.
"How did Lu Youyun pass away from his injuries? What happened in the palace that day?"
Shen Qianyu was worried for a long time, but never wrote a letter to ask Song Wan. He knew that the other party would not tell him, and he would not let him worry about the people and things in the palace at the border. Now that he returned to the palace, he could finally ask Song Wan. One sentence.
Song Wan said softly: "On that day, the late emperor ordered to stay away from court for ten days. Youyun went with us to stop the late emperor, but was seriously injured by the people around him."
"The Lu family..."
Song Wan shook his head gently: "No one in the Lu family treats Youyun well."
The man pursed his lips. There was something else he wanted to ask, but in the end he didn't speak.
He knew that Song Wan, like him, never wanted to talk about the suffering he had experienced. Just like he didn't want to tell her about the dust and bones on the battlefield.
Pain is not worth remembering, nor is it worth praising, let alone mentioning again and again.
Holding Song Wan's hand, Shen Qianyu walked out of the bathroom.
He just returned to the court today. Although he still had many things to do, Shen Qianyu didn't want to see anyone. He just wanted to have a good rest before facing anything else.
Letting Song Wan gently wipe his hair, Shen Qianyu lay on her bed and fell asleep quietly.
The man was sleeping very uneasily. He sometimes frowned and sometimes murmured in a low voice. Song Wan felt soft and took his hand, undressing and lying next to him. The two of them rested until the moon rose, and Shen Qianyu woke up from exhaustion.
He hadn't slept so deeply in a long time, and he even felt dazed when he woke up.
Song Wan closed his eyes and stretched out his hands to touch his cheeks. Only then did Shen Qianyu regain some consciousness and wake up.
"I asked General Wan Xiao to write down a book of all the people who went to Suhe to surrender, as well as the dead generals whose names can be found in the army. Tomorrow I will inform the people of the names of all the people who lost their lives in the battle in Dongning. "
"It's just that the national treasury is empty now and I can't issue any pension money. I will make up for it in the future when I need to rest and recuperate."
Song Wan nodded slightly and looked at Shen Qianyu with tender eyes.
"Having said this, Your Highness, Wan'er has something to tell you."
"Previously, the military budget of the imperial court was empty, so Wan'er took the initiative and sent all the money in His Highness's private treasury."
She opened her eyes roundly, with a trace of nervousness in them. Shen Qianyu chuckled softly. He was about to say that she had done the right thing, but before she could speak, she remembered that there were other people's property in the private treasury. .
His moment of hesitation made Song Wan blink uneasily. Shen Qianyu took him into his arms and said, "There are things in the private treasury that are temporarily taken care of by friends, but it doesn't matter."
"If he is not here, there is nothing wrong with Wan'er doing this."
"Even if he were here, he would agree with what Wan'er did."
Song Wan saw that there seemed to be regret in his eyes, so he didn't talk about anything else.
After the break, Shen Qianyu got up to handle official duties. Although he had not held the enthronement ceremony, the emperor's seal was already in his hands.
Shen Qianyu took out a pen and paper and wrote down the arrangements for his return to the court one by one. He then slept with Song Wan and his clothes in his arms until dawn.
Early the next morning, he went to look for Song Yuning first.
In the Changxin Palace, Song Yuning was about to stand up and salute, but was stopped by Shen Qianyu: "Auntie, there is no need to be polite. I came today to discuss something."
"Your Highness, please speak."
Shen Qianbai stood behind Song Yuning. His face was still covered with silver, but his perseverance and courage could be seen in his eyes. Shen Qianyu's gaze fell on him, which made Song Yuning frown slightly.
"There's no need to worry, aunt. I'm not the one waiting to burn bridges."
"After the battle at Suhe, His Highness became much calmer."
Song Yuning smiled softly, remembering the time when Shen Qianyu came to Changxin Palace to ask to see her.
"Thank you, aunt."
After finishing his words, Shen Qianyu said again: "I came here today because of Nanqing's affairs."
Although he has captured Nanqing now, having no trustworthy person in charge does not make him feel at ease. However, Qian Bai was the only one in the court who had the right status and whom he could trust with his life.
If possible, he would like to temporarily assign Nanqing to Qianbai as a fiefdom.
As soon as the word Nanqing came out, Song Yuning and Shen Qianbai knew each other's plans. Song Yuning lowered her eyes slightly and turned to look at Shen Qianbai.
"Brother Chen is willing."
Shen Qianbai nodded slowly and agreed to this matter.
Song Yuning pursed her lips slightly and held back the sourness in her eyes. While she was happy that her child was now older and could take care of her own business, she was also worried that she would have to leave her hometown and never see Wan'er and Song Fu again for the rest of her life.
