The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1784

Chapter 1784: 872 Take Down 2 Nations! (Second Update)

In October, the first snow fell at Cangxue Pass.

As night fell, Geng Wuxiu, wearing a thick cloak and warming his hands in a hand warmer, paced back and forth in the snowfield at the entrance of the barracks.

He occasionally looked towards the camp gate.

Worried, Changsui approached and said, "Master, the wind outside is strong, you should go inside the tent and warm yourself by the fire."

Cangxue Pass was so cold that you could see your breath as you spoke, and the wind stung your face.

Geng Wuxiu sighed, "I won’t go in, I’m waiting for my big brother."

Changsui quickly reassured him, "The Eldest Young Master will be fine."

Geng Wuxiu blamed himself, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have craved lamb buns."

His older brother took three years to come home after descending the mountain, spent three months wandering in the forest before finding a way out, and now went missing halfway through the journey again, not knowing when they would reunite.

Changsui chuckled awkwardly, "It’s just... you casually mentioned it, you didn’t expect the Eldest Young Master to not sleep at night and go out to buy buns for you."

This matter is quite a long story. They encountered a famous bun shop on their journey, which was so popular that it would sell out as soon as it opened at dawn.

To let his younger brother enjoy some buns, the Taoist priest Qingfeng went to wait in front of the bun shop in the middle of the night.

Then... there was nothing after that.

Geng Wuxiu bore the mission of peace talks and could not stay in place to search for his brother, so he left a few guards to search locally while he followed His Highness Changsun to Cangxue Pass.

Geng Wuxiu continued to blame himself, "And, I shouldn’t have swapped tasks with Wang Xu. If I had gone to Chishui Pass, I wouldn’t have encountered that bun shop, and without encountering it, I wouldn’t have craved buns."

Changsui said, "Chishui Pass has crispy aromatic duck, fried with butter, brushed with honey and sesame, and its taste is truly delicious!"

Geng Wuxiu slurped, "What flavor is it?"

Changsui: "..."

In another barrack, a man with an ethereal and jade-like appearance draped in a silver fox cloak knelt in front of a small table, deftly lifting a brush and dipping it in ink to start writing a letter.

Outside came a couple of muffled grunts, and a warm and bloody scent pervaded the air.

Before long, Long Yi entered the tent holding a sword cleaned with ice and snow.

"The thirteenth wave, huh?" Xiao Hen said indifferently, "Jin Country sure is persistent."

Upon the news that the Crown Prince of Dayan was negotiating for peace, Jin Country paid it great attention.

Throughout the journey, Jin Country continuously sent experts to assassinate him, with three main aims.

First, to disrupt the peace talks with the State of Chen.

Second, to demoralize the Yan Army by killing the royal Changsun.

Third, to eliminate the possibility of using the State of Chen to counter the Zhao Country.

Long Yi sat cross-legged beside him.

Xiao Hen turned his head and brushed off the snowflakes from his shoulder.

Long Yi was very quiet, neither noisy nor restless, allowing his young master to approach him as he wished.

Not many people could approach Shitian so closely.

The memories concerning Shitian seemed to be gradually awakening, and Long Yi’s gaze and aura were undergoing subtle changes.

Xiao Hen sensed that he seemed to be losing Long Yi, but he did not stop Long Yi from regaining his memory.

He asked, "Long Yi, did you deliver the letter to the person in the Chen Country military camp?"

Long Yi nodded.

Though still unable to speak, Long Yi was no longer entirely unable to communicate with others as before.

Xiao Hen smiled with relief, "Long Yi, you should learn to read."

...

The sky was getting light.

Outside Cangxue Pass, at a piece of empty land on the border between the two countries, the Yan Army set up a temporary tent.

To express sincerity, Xiao Hen waited in the tent early.

The letter Long Yi delivered specified the time as fifteen minutes past dawn, yet the agreed-upon individual only arrived slowly by nine.

The person wore a purple mink cloak, had a sturdy build, bronze skin, with strong features, yet had a pair of eyes that loved to smile.

It was once the hostage from Zhan Country—Yuan Tang.

Now, he was the Crown Prince of the State of Chen.

Yuan Tang entered the tent with a smile, tossed his cloak to an accompanying eunuch, and looked at Xiao Liulang, "Oh, I wondered who it was, turns out it’s Lord Xiao. It’s been a while, you seem well."

Xiao Hen had already indicated his identity in the letter.

Xiao Hen raised his hand, suggesting that he take a seat.

Yuan Tang knelt across from Xiao Hen, leisurely squinting his eyes, "Xiao Liulang, what’s the situation? Aren’t you from Zhan Country? How did you end up as an emissary for Yan Country? I heard the Crown Prince of your Yan Country is here for peace talks with the State of Chen, why hasn’t he shown up?"

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