The prince is more stable

Chapter 581 Soul Communication
Yelu Nanxian, a fairy-like name.

I don’t know why, but a thousand years later, “little fairy” became a derogatory term, but the woman in front of me really deserves this name.

Yelu Nanxian kept her head down from the time she got out of the car to the time she saluted, so her face couldn't be seen clearly, but judging from her figure and temperament, she was already a stunning beauty.

Zhao Xiaoqian looked at her calmly. Yelu Nanxian kept kneeling in greeting, but he did not speak for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Xiaoqian slowly said, "Princess Cheng'an, raise your head."

Yelu Nanxian obediently raised her head, revealing that stunning face that could suffocate any man.

The distant mountains and dark waters, the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, the lips are like cherry petals, and the nose is like a jade mountain.

The perfect facial features combine to create a flawless face.

Zhao Xiaoqian had to admit that his heartbeat paused for a moment when he saw her face. He seemed to vaguely see the white moonlight that he loved but could not get in his previous life, dancing under the flower trees before graduation. That moment was eternal.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Xiaoqian tried to calm himself down.

Born into a wealthy family in this life, he has seen too many stunning beauties, which has invisibly raised his aesthetic threshold.

Yelu Nanxian is beautiful, but not beautiful enough to make him lose his mind.

Looking at her carefully with clear eyes, Zhao Xiaoqian nodded slowly.

The beauty of Yelu Nanxian is worthy of careful scrutiny. Not only is it stunning at first glance, but it is also the type that is pleasing to the eye. The more you look at it, the more flawless it seems. It is simply a perfect sample carefully carved by the goddess Nuwa.

She has the tall figure of a northern woman and the gentle and soft temperament of a southern woman. The combination of the two temperaments does not feel out of place at all.

Looking more closely, Zhao Xiaoqian sensitively discovered that this woman was somewhat different.

I can’t describe the feeling, but there’s a kind of indifferent temperament emanating from the bottom of her heart. She is obviously a stunning beauty, but she seems to have the indifference of a high monk.

She is indifferent not only to fame and fortune, but also to life and everything in the world. It seems that in her eyes, nothing is important and everything is fleeting. She gives people a casual feeling of "it's good to be alive, and it's okay to die."

After looking at her for a long time, Zhao Xiaoqian slowly asked, "Princess Cheng'an?"

Yelu Nanxian bowed his head and said, "Yes."

The voice is a bit cold, but very nice.

Zhao Xiaoqian glanced at Li Jinzhen, who was hesitant to speak, and said with a smile, "The Liao-Xia marriage did not take the attitude of the Song Dynasty into consideration. Therefore, I'm afraid that the marriage between Your Highness and Li Qianshun will not be possible. Do you hate me?"

Yelu Nanxian's expression remained unchanged, as if calm: "It doesn't matter."

Zhao Xiaoqian smiled.

The three words "it doesn't matter" perfectly describe her character.

Zhao Xiaoqian's prediction was correct. This woman was indeed indifferent to everything outside of herself, even her lifelong affairs, or even her life.

If you put a knife to her neck now and ask her if she wants to die, I guess her answer will still be "It doesn't matter."

Zhao Xiaoqian had never seen a woman with such a broken heart in his two lives.

A gambling father, a sick mother, a younger brother who goes to school, and a broken girl...

If this woman were alive in her previous life, I wonder how many rich second-generations she could have caught as black carp.

While Zhao Xiaoqian was constantly observing her, Yelu Nanxian was also looking at him calmly.

The young prince in front of him was very handsome, about twenty years old, wearing fish-scale armor. Behind him was a group of fierce generals who half-surrounded him like stars surrounding the moon, which further highlighted his power. He was like a lazy but terrifying tiger, quietly lurking in the mountains.

Yelu Nanxian took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye. "Are you Zhao Xiaoqian? The Zhao Xiaoqian who defeated the Liao Dynasty so many times and killed 150,000 of my soldiers?"

Zhao Xiaoqian smiled and nodded, "It's me. Did you see your sworn enemy? A surge of hatred for your country and family suddenly surged in your heart, making you want to get rid of me as soon as possible?"

Yelu Nanxian shook his head: "I don't care about your men's affairs, whether they are alive or dead, or how many have died."

Yelu Nanxian then added, "It's just that you are very famous in the Liao Dynasty. I have been raised in seclusion for many years and have heard of your name and deeds. I am a little curious for a while."

Yelu Nanxian stood there thinking for a while, then walked up to Zhao Xiaoqian, suddenly raised his little fist, and punched him in the chest lightly.

Zhao Xiaoqian was wearing armor and had iron plate protecting his chest. Yelu Nanxian's punch not only did not cause any harm to him, but hurt her hand. She retracted her hand, and tears soon welled up in her beautiful eyes.

Zhao Xiaoqian and the generals behind him were stunned by her actions and forgot to react for a moment.

Chen Shou and the imperial guards not far away fixed their gazes and subconsciously drew their swords.

The sword was just halfway out of its sheath when Zhao Xiaoqian glanced at him, and Chen Shou and the imperial guards immediately sheathed their swords.

Raising his hand and gently stroking his chest, Zhao Xiaoqian said with amusement, "Your Highness, could you explain what that action just now meant? Punching my chest with your little fist like a spoiled child?"

Yelu Nanxian shook his head expressionlessly: "To avenge the soldiers who died in the battle for the Great Liao."

Zhao Xiaoqian and the generals were shocked.

"Didn't you say you didn't care about men's affairs?"

Yelu Nanxian said, "I don't care, but I was canonized as a princess by the Liao Emperor. For the sake of my country and my family, I must do something when facing the enemy who killed 150,000 of my Liao soldiers. That punch just now was the limit of what a Liao princess can do. I have done my best."

Zhao Xiaoqian asked with interest, "Don't you think your punch was too light?" Yelu Nanxian said seriously, "Actually, I thought about stabbing you with a dagger, but you're surrounded by so many powerful generals and guards that it would be impossible to assassinate you. I wouldn't even be able to touch your hair. I might as well just punch you."

"Aren't you afraid of death if you assassinate me?"

"It doesn't matter." Yelu Nanxian returned to his broken appearance, calm and indifferent.

Zhao Xiaoqian burst into laughter. This woman had almost no desire to survive and was indifferent to life and death. Moreover, her way of speaking and doing things was different from that of ordinary people. It seemed quite interesting.

"I've experienced the power of that punch you just gave me. Will you kill me again in the future?" Zhao Xiaoqian said with a smile.

Yelu Nanxian thought for a moment and said, "If there's a chance, I probably will."

Yelu Nanxian looked at him with an apologetic look and said, "I'm sorry, but you are the enemy of the 150,000 Liao soldiers who died in the war. Punching you is far from enough."

Zhao Xiaoqian also said seriously: "Next time you want to kill me, you must plan it out carefully and don't fail again."

Yelu Nanxian said seriously, "I will do my best. Thank you, Your Highness, for your understanding."

Zhao Xiaoqian smiled and said, "I don't understand, but I respect it."

"Thank you very much."

The two of them were completely engrossed in their conversation, and the surrounding generals and imperial guards were all stunned. Their astonished eyes kept scanning the two of them, witnessing the entire soul communication between the two guys with abnormal thinking, and they didn't know whether to laugh or be angry.

Zhao Xiaoqian turned and ordered, "Chen Shou, clear out a room in the backyard of the Military Affairs Office. Please invite Her Royal Highness and this, um... this maid who doesn't deserve a name, to stay here. Take good care of her food and daily life, and make it as luxurious as possible."

Chen Shou looked at Yelu Nanxian warily, then reluctantly clasped his fists and accepted the order.

Yelu Nanxian bowed modestly and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness."

The trembling palace maid supported her and walked slowly towards the government office under the guidance of Chen Shou.

Before leaving, Yelu Nanxian turned around and looked at Zhao Xiaoqian deeply.

When Zhao Xiaoqian made eye contact with her, he couldn't help but shudder all over.

Here it comes! The feeling of brokenness comes again!
"For all the pain of persistence of love, for all the hurt of persistence of hate..."

A song suddenly popped up in his mind and echoed in his ears over and over again.

Zhao Xiaoqian felt that he was about to go crazy, and subconsciously knocked his head and shook it hard.

"Who? Who the hell is singing in my head?" Zhao Xiaoqian said in shock and anger.

After intercepting the wedding procession, Zhao Xiaoqian was quite polite to Li Jinzhen and invited him and several officials from the Western Xia delegation to the main hall of the government office for a banquet.

Li Jinzhen and the Xixia officials had bitter faces throughout the whole process and drank in silence.

They seem to never find happiness again...

The princess who was to be married off to the Song army was abducted by the Song army, and Li Jinzhen and the officials did not know how to explain to Li Qianshun.

To put it mildly, what Zhao Xiaoqian did was that the Song court was unhappy with the Liao-Xia alliance, so it decisively interfered with the marriage from the perspective of strength.

To put it more seriously, the prince of the Song Dynasty forcibly seized the future queen of the Western Xia Kingdom, and Li Qianshun was inexplicably cuckolded. If this news were to get out, I wonder how shocked the world would be.

The royal dignity and honor of the Western Xia Kingdom will also suffer a severe blow and become a laughing stock among the court and the public.

The consequences are serious, but what can Li Jinzhen do?
In front of Zhao Xiaoqian, he is just an ant!

Seeing Li Jinzhen looking unhappy during the feast, Zhao Xiaoqian hooked his shoulder and said with a smile, "Cheer up. It's no big deal. I stole someone else's wife, not yours. Who are you showing this humiliated look to?"

Li Jinzhen took a sip of his wine and sighed, "I'd rather His Highness had snatched my wife. That wouldn't be such a big deal..."

Zhao Xiaoqian sneered: "What the hell are you wishing for? To snatch your wife away and make her so beautiful!"

Li Jinzhen looked at him helplessly and asked, "Your Highness, how do you intend to deal with Princess Cheng'an?"

Zhao Xiaoqian said indifferently: "Let's keep her for now. I won't treat her badly."

"In short, Princess Cheng'an is not important, and how I deal with the princess is not important either..."

"What's important?"

Zhao Xiaoqian said slowly: "Li Qianshun cannot marry the Liao princess. This is very important."

Li Jinzhen's heart trembled, he understood what Zhao Xiaoqian meant.

Zhao Xiaoqian patted him on the shoulder and said, "We've met twice, so we can be considered friends. I never do anything to embarrass my friends."

"I'll write a letter later, and you can give it to Li Qianshun in person. After he reads the letter, he won't blame you for neglecting your duty."

Li Jinzhen was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. He stood up and saluted: "Thank you, Your Highness, for saving me."

Zhao Xiaoqian smiled and said, "You don't have to thank me. After returning to Xixia, you should persuade Li Qianshun more. The Liao Kingdom was defeated in all three major battles between the Song and Liao Kingdoms. The situation in the world is very different now. If Li Qianshun still wants to be tied to the Liao Kingdom, it would be like drowning by holding onto a sinking ship."

(End of this chapter)