Beg? Beg for what?
Even if it was for Song Nan Mo, she wouldn’t say a single word to beg.
Just like how Song Nan Mo accepted two hundred paddles to go against Feng Yu.
He knew that if he begged, he could stay out of it. But for her, he didn’t say a single word.
“I feel that the High Race Country is quite good.” Luo Qing Chen pursed her lips and let out a chuckle, “It’s good to see the scenery.”
“You……” Feng Yu grabbed her wrist, “You’re not afraid that this one will go back on his word after you leave and not save General Song?”
“He, he.” Luo Qing Chen gave a cold laugh, “Then your lowly deeds will spread to the High Race Country and you will be known as a ‘foolish ruler’ for decades.”
“You’re threatening this one?
Feng Yu’s right hand tightened and his eyes narrowed in a dangerous manner. But Luo Qing Chen had a calm look, her brows didn’t move a single inch.
“How could I threaten?” Luo Qing Chen coldly narrowed her eyes, “This country and the High Race Country has similar militaries, so if you don’t mind gambling with your entire territory, I don’t mind playing with you. If you don’t do anything and leave General Song to die……”
“What will you do?” His gaze became colder and colder, as if he was about to freeze everyone around him.
“I will bury your entire country with you.” Luo Qing Chen used a bit of force with her right hand to break free of Feng Yu’s restraint, “Feng Yu, I will do what I say.”
The strange snow in the middle of July stopped. This was Luo Qing Chen’s final private conversation with Feng Yu.
Less than half an hour after he left, an edict appointing her as the eldest princess arrived at the Peaceful Kind Palace.
At the same time, there was a decree that the eldest princess would marry into the High Race Country. There were quite a few rewards, but it was all ridicule in the eyes of Luo Qing Chen.
Peaceful Kind Palace.
The empress dowager and Concubine Rou had locked themselves in the palace these past few days. Other than the servants, there was only Song Nan Mo and Luo Qing Chen in the Peaceful Kind Palace.
The gifts that came from the Supreme Hall were all stuffed into the Peaceful Kind Palace’s side halls.
Luo Qing Chen didn’t even look at them once. She wore a green dress with brocaded flowers as she played chess with Song Nan Mo.
She seemed as calm as ever, but he had his brows knitted and didn’t say a word.
After a long time, he finally said, “I can’t let you go.”
“Do you have a better way?” Luo Qing Chen raised her right hand and touched his brows that were knit like an old man, “Can you ignore your father’s life and death?”
“But I can’t trade your life for his.” Song Nan Mo suddenly looked up at her, “If a ruler wants a subject to die, that subject has no choice but to die. My father has been on the battlefield for many years and he understands this better than me.”
“Alright.” Luo Qing Chen put down a white piece and took a deep breath, “Even if you can ignore General Song, what about Concubine Rou? What about yourself?”
“The person that my sister loves is not the emperor……”
“Nan Mo.” Luo Qing Chen looked at him, “Entering the palace means becoming the emperor’s concubine. Even if your sister had no feelings for the emperor in the beginning, do you guarantee that she won’t have any after leaving the palace? If she didn’t, then the concubine wouldn’t have been so hurt when the eighth prince died.”
“Then what do you want me to do?” His eyes turned red and his voice shook.
In these years, he had been strict with himself no matter what. His self discipline surpassed anyone else’s. His humility and endurance was what made him Song Nan Mo.
But was he really this kind of person?