Princess Consort Is No Pushover

He was also afraid that if Yun Ruoyue stayed in the imperial city, someone would harm her.

Everything he is fighting now is for her.

If something happened to her, what's the point of him arguing about it?

Hearing King Xian's words, Chu Xuanchen glanced at him indifferently.

Although Emperor Hongyuan really didn't want Chu Xuanchen to take away Yun Ruoyue's weakness, but thinking of the terrible plague, he could only say: "Okay, then you can take Princess Li with you. It's just that her fetus is unstable, her health is very poor, and How can I travel long distances to the south of the Yangtze River with you?"

Chu Xuanchen said: "At that time, I can ask the virtuous king to transport part of the food to the south of the Yangtze River for emergency relief. I will also speed up with the princess, so that the disaster relief will not be delayed."

Emperor Hongyuan nodded, "Okay, Princess Li is not in good health. Xuan Chen, you must take good care of her along the way."

If there will be a major epidemic after the catastrophe, Princess Li must help solve it, so she can't have any problems.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Chu Xuanchen said.

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In the early morning of the next day, Chu Xuanchen put on a golden armor, a fiery red embroidered auspicious cloud cloak, a golden helmet, rode a white horse, and led the team towards the gate of the palace. Go and participate in the sword-giving ceremony held by the emperor for him and the virtuous king.

The banner was fluttering, the horn was blowing, and there was a group of Xuance soldiers in silver armor leading the way.

Chu Xuanchen wore a cloak and sat on the horse, majestic and majestic.

There were several carriages behind him, and in one of the red carriages, Yun Ruoyue, Feng'er and Xiaodie were sitting.

Behind Yun Ruoyue and the others, there are teams of well-trained and uniform Xuance troops.

They guarded the cartloads of food and relief money, looking indestructible and no one dared to break through.

Carts of grain lined up in a long line, from the west of the city to the east of the city, and followed the line forward, making people unable to see the end.

The people who heard the horn opened the door, and they immediately saw the carts of grain that were about to be transported to the south of the Yangtze River, and they were moved to tears and their blood boiled.

The emperor finally sent imperial ministers to the south of the Yangtze River for disaster relief. They hoped that the disaster would end soon and everyone could return to a peaceful life.

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Soon, the team arrived at the gate of the palace, which was already under martial law.

Layers of imperial guards guarded the surroundings, like a wall of iron and steel, cold and majestic.

All the civil and military officials had come here early to wait, and their chattering voices could be heard from time to time.

When Chu Xuanchen led the team to the gate of the palace, he happened to see King Xian's team coming from the opposite side.

Chu Xuanchen looked ahead, his eyes were cold and domineering, his appearance was heroic and heroic.

And the virtuous king opposite him also rode a vigorous white horse, but instead of wearing armor, he wore an elegant brocade robe embroidered with moon-white bamboo branches, and the robe was embroidered with intricate embroidery.

He wears a jade belt around his waist and a jade crown on his head. His hair is black and shiny, and his figure is delicate and straight.

As soon as he saw Chu Xuanchen's team, he cupped his hands towards him and nodded slightly, "Brother Huang is here."

"Yeah." Chu Xuanchen looked coldly, and nodded back at him, with a cold look on his face that strangers should not get close to.

At this time, the gate of the imperial palace opened slowly, and rows of maids and imperial guards came out surrounded by the emperor's sedan chair.

There are several canopies in the middle, and under one of the bright yellow canopies embroidered with flying dragons, sits the majestic Emperor Hongyuan.