Chapter 421 The Thirteen Princesses of Northern Frontier

The door to the imperial study room was pushed open.

The sun was setting, and the handsome young man stood there against the light. His handsome face had a calm and restrained luster, and he had an outstanding bearing, exquisite facial features, and an elegant outline.

The slender and thin body is wrapped in a black robe, like a leopard dormant in the dark, strong and ferocious, waiting to devour its prey at any time, which is terrifying.

However, in the pair of smiling eyes behind the case, the originally stern facial features softened visibly, and the corners of the lips raised an undetectable arc.

After a moment of silence, he walked into the royal study, knelt down on one knee, and said in a humble and submissive tone: "Subordinate, please help me, please give my regards to the master."

Chu Qinghuang's eyes were fixed on him. The nearly frail young man had a tall body and a thin and smooth back. Even kneeling here, he still did not conceal the masculine and tough beauty of a man.

"Come here." Chu Qinghuang said, "Let me take a good look at you."

Fucang stood up silently, walked to the imperial cabinet, and looked at Chu Qinghuang tenderly: "Master, have you missed me?"

"What do you think?"

"I must be thinking about it." A smile overflowed from the corner of Fucang's lips, and he couldn't bear to move his eyes away from her face, "Just like this subordinate thinks about his master every day and can't sleep."

Chu Qinghuang raised his eyebrows: "Now that your status is different, you haven't met the little beauty you like in Yan Country?"

Fucang shook his head quickly: "My subordinates only like the master."

"Didn't you say that the Yan Kingdom specializes in beauties? Both men and women are so beautiful, but none of them make your heart flutter?"

Fucang pursed his lips: "I miss my master every day. I only care about my master in my eyes and in my heart. I have no time to see other people. Who knows whether those people are good-looking or not?"

"What if it looks good?"

Fu Cang shook his head: "No one is more beautiful than the master."

Chu Qinghuang sneered: "Glib tongue."

"My subordinates are all telling the truth." Fucang said, walking slowly to her and pressing her temples obediently, "The King of Yan Kingdom wants to abdicate, but his subordinates do not agree."

Chu Qinghuang said lightly: "Why don't you agree?"

"My subordinate is going to marry his master and has no time to manage Yan Kingdom's messy affairs." Fucang's tone sounded very matter-of-fact, "But my subordinate promised him that Yan Kingdom will never be controlled by Northern Xinjiang again in the future."

Chu Qinghuang hummed: "That's fine. Let your ready-made father sit on the throne and live a comfortable life for a few years. After he returns to the West a hundred years later, we will directly incorporate the territory of Yan Kingdom into the territory of Xiqi."

"My subordinates have the same idea as my master." Fu Cang pursed his lips and smiled, "It shows that my master and I have the same mind."

"Hey." Chu Qinghuang closed her eyes and enjoyed it, "Father, are you making things difficult for you again?"

"No." Fu Cang shook his head, not daring to say bad things behind Master's back. "Master sent me a letter in September. There are two generals available at the court of Yan Kingdom, but Master won't tell me who they are. , I have to make the distinction myself. If I use the wrong person, I will have to clean up the mess myself.”

"It seems you have hired the right person."

"I'm lucky." A smile appeared on Fu Cang's eyebrows, "That's why I came to see the master at the end of the year and spend a peaceful New Year with him."

"Well, not bad." Chu Qinghuang praised without hesitation, and then changed the subject, "What's going on with the Thirteenth Princess of Northern Xinjiang?"

"My subordinates have never seen her." Fucang frowned, "But I heard that the thirteenth princess was not in good health before and had been recovering from illness for many years. Duanmu Yu originally planned to marry her to Wei Heng, the former prince of the Yan Kingdom. But Wei Heng died and Duan Muyu was trapped in Xiqi. Of course she couldn't get married, so for some reason she came up with the idea of ​​​​marriage again. "

Chu Qinghuang was thoughtful: "Recuperate all the year round?"

"Um."

"With such a weak body and bones, can you withstand the fatigue of a long journey?" Chu Qinghuang raised an eyebrow, "And you said in your letter that she plans to come over at the end of the year. It has already entered the cold winter. Is she here to seek death?"

The fatigue of traveling and traveling coupled with the freezing cold winter may mean that those who are weak may die on the road.

Fucang was startled: "Master, what you mean is... there is fraud in it?"

"It's not necessarily a scam, but it's definitely fishy."

Fucang felt ashamed: "My subordinates should investigate and come back."

Chu Qinghuang opened her eyes, stretched out her hand to pull him over unexpectedly, and laid him down on her lap, with a face full of joking: "Are you so anxious to see me that you don't even have time to do business?"