Ye Yu accepted reality faster than he thought.

After a brief cry, she supported her thin shoulders and raised her hand to wipe away the tears from her face.

The delicate face as tender as spring flowers quickly became firm and full of courage, as if he had made some decision.

On the second day, the prince came to see her after finishing his work. He wanted to comfort her and told her not to think too much. He would never send her to marry her.

Unexpectedly, Ye Yu actually comforted the prince in turn.

"Brother, don't worry about me, let's get married... and then get married."

The prince was shocked: "That was the bitter and cold North Vietnam, which was not as rich and comfortable as Chang'an! How could you, the dignified princess, go to such a barren land! I will never allow it!"

Ye Yu said: "But brother, I am the Chaoyang Princess of Dayun and the legitimate princess from the queen. This time, Dayun is the one who loses more than he wins when he goes against North Vietnam. Only by sending me, the legitimate princess, out to marry, is it the etiquette of diplomatic relations between the two countries, right?"

After all, Ye Yu received royal education since childhood. He was not the women in the boudoir who only knew how to recite poems and essays. He also knew a little about national affairs and was also very clear about the current tension between Dayun and North Vietnam.

Although Mrs. Xiao from the northern border led the Zhenbei Army to defeat North Vietnam in the last battle, it only prevented North Vietnam from breaking its city south. Several cities on the border were still in the hands of North Vietnam. After winter resting, North Vietnam will regain its energy and start a war next spring.

Marrying her as a princess may not completely dispel the idea of ​​fighting in North Vietnam, but it can always ease it, giving Dayun and the people on the border several years of breathing, and there are always things she can do in recent years.

She is the Princess of Dayun, and she enjoys rich clothes and food, so she naturally has to take on the corresponding responsibilities. She is just marrying to North Vietnam... It is much better than those people who are not full or warm in food, right?

Ye Yu suppressed his trembling and forced a smile at the prince: "Brother, you don't have to worry about me. I heard that the old King of North Vietnam has been killed by his son. The current King of North Vietnam Jin Mo also grew up learning the etiquette of poetry and calligraphy in the Central Plains. I might have a common language when I am with him? Becoming his queen, it's better to marry an old man? Does this mean that God is still favoring me?"

The more calm Ye Yu comforted the prince, the more angry the prince became.

"The North Vietnam is a wilderness! Even if the North Vietnam King is a young man, he is also a wolf beast who kills his father and brother. He is not a scholar who is well-read in poetry and books! If you think too simply, you will only suffer a loss!"

The prince looked at Ye Yu's red eyes and accumulated tears again. He made up his mind.

"Before the North Vietnamese mission left, you lived in Xingqing Palace and were not allowed to go out for a moment. I will help you solve the marriage problem."

Ye Yu opened his eyes wide in shock. How can he solve the problem with brother?

Just as she was about to speak, the prince stood up and asked all the maids to take care of the princess. He even gave the death order. When the princess stepped out of the bedroom, she cut everyone's heads.

The prince was always kind and rarely had such a harsh manner. The maids in the palace were frightened and hurriedly fell to the ground and sent the prince away.

Ye Yu was holding the corner of his skirt and subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by the maids and looked at by the pair of begging eyes. Ye Yu really couldn't do anything to force him to leave, so he sighed and sat back.

"I just hope that brother will not do anything impulsive and reckless..."

At this time, the prince had already stepped towards the Lord's Hall of Xingqing Palace.

There is the place where Empress Meng lives deep, and only Empress Meng’s confidant or Princess Chaoyang is always there.

Even the Meng family rarely comes here, let alone the prince and others.

Although the prince occasionally came to Xingqing Palace to see his sister, he never set foot in the place where Empress Dowager Meng is.

He knew that Xingqing Palace and he had the emperor's eyeliner around him. Once he appeared in front of Empress Dowager Meng, the news could be placed on the emperor's table in a blink of an eye.

The emperor, his father, hated him the most in contact with Empress Dowager Meng. Even though they were the blood relatives, the prince and Princess Chaoyang's biological mother came from the Meng family as well as Empress Dowager Meng.

This fear was the fear of Emperor Jingyuan for Empress Dowager Meng, who had been in charge of the government for many years. The prince knew very well, so of course he would not easily get into trouble.

In other words, he and Empress Dowager Meng both tacitly avoided each other, so as not to cause suspicion from Emperor Jingyuan. The two grandparents and grandchildren have not met for many years.

This time the prince suddenly appeared in front of the Queen Mother Meng's bedroom. The empress dowager in the hall was surprised, and only Empress Dowager Meng turned the sandalwood beads in her hand calmly.

"Here you." Empress Dowager Meng was not surprised at all about the prince's arrival, "Do you want to talk about Chaoyang?"

The prince was in a state of emotion, and finally pursed the corners of his lips tightly, knelt down in front of Empress Dowager Meng with a thump, and leaned over deeply:

"Please ask the Empress Dowager to save Chaoyang's life."

Empress Dowager Meng looked at her grandson with condescending attention, with a little moved in her eyes.

She sighed, "Get up first."

The prince has been delayed.

Empress Dowager Meng was helpless: "This matter is not something you and I can decide."

The prince raised his face, his eyes were covered with red blood, his voice was hoarse and painful: "Then the Queen Mother will watch your granddaughter Chaoyang, being sent to the North Vietnamese as a tool for marriage? We all know that North Vietnam cannot give up its ambition to enter the Central Plains just because of a marriage princess. Maybe it will be peaceful in the past few years. What about a few years? When the North Vietnamese ambition is again, Chaoyang... Chaoyang will die!"

Empress Dowager Meng also knew that she could see it more clearly than the prince.

"But the prince should also know that I can't interfere casually. If I move, the emperor will only be more afraid and will be determined to marry Chaoyang to marry him."

"But you have a solution!"

Faced with the prince's plead, Empress Dowager Meng finally felt soft-hearted.

"I know, there will be a turnaround in this matter."

This is a promise.

A smile almost immediately appeared on the prince's face. He thanked Lianlian, and finally left the Queen Mother's bedroom with brisk steps.

After he left, Empress Dowager Meng's frowning brows were not let go.

The old lady who served meticulously gave her a cup of tea.

Empress Dowager Meng sipped lightly.

He sighed: "People always have a bottom line."

The old lady understood the Queen Mother’s thoughts: “Are you still worried about that news?”

Empress Dowager Meng clenched her palms, her eyes showed a bit of sharpness: "How can you not care? Yue'er died because of me. That's the niece I raised when I was my daughter. My younger brother is afraid that he would blame me. If it weren't for me, how could he marry his daughter to be a queen?"

Empress Dowager Meng remembered what happened back then and regretted it more than once. She didn't want Meng Yue's children to be imprisoned because of the emperor's meanness and desolation.

She always has to do something.
Chapter completed!