noffsinger Chapter 509 Recruitment
Chapter 509 Recruitment
On the 25th of the 12th month of the 469th year of the Red Moon Calendar, a thin layer of white snow was falling from the sky, and the cold wind was biting. Early in the morning, the entire capital was bustling with excitement.
As early as yesterday, the imperial court had issued a street ban, ordering that no one should walk on Xuanwu Avenue, which leads directly to the palace, starting at 1:15 noon today. Before noon, the patrol teams and imperial guards had already cleaned the streets on both sides of Xuanwu Avenue. On the city towers of the capital, colorful flags fluttered and colorful silks danced in the wind. Below, the wide avenue was lined with officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty dressed in court robes, all craning their necks to look ahead, anxiously awaiting news from the front.
A tense atmosphere still lingered in the cold, desolate air. Despite the cold wind and light snow, the group who had rushed over were filled with anticipation, all of them tensing up and looking ahead.
After an unknown amount of time, a guard came to report from ahead—
"His Majesty has returned in triumph!"
All the civil and military officials immediately knelt down, and everyone else followed suit.
A rapid, thunderous sound of hooves approached, and the ground trembled slightly. Everyone looked up and saw that His Majesty's guards had arrived before them. After stopping, they stepped aside to make way for them.
A luxurious royal carriage slowly appeared before the crowd.
"Welcome back Your Majesty in triumph! Long live the Emperor!"
The crowd shouted in unison.
The carriage slowly came to a stop, and the curtain was lifted from the inside, revealing a noble and aloof handsome face.
His Majesty the Northern Emperor merely glanced at the civil and military officials kneeling before him, then his deep voice rang out, "All of you, rise. It's freezing cold; let's go back to the palace and talk."
After saying this, the carriage had already moved forward a few steps.
No one dared to say anything more, and they quickly shouted "Thank you, Your Majesty!" before rising to their feet.
Inside the carriage.
Sikong Jin was resting her chin on her hand, gazing calmly at the densely packed, crisscrossing chess pieces on the chessboard in front of her, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.
Today, she has changed into a gorgeous ice-purple brocade dress, with a thick black cloak draped over her shoulders, exuding an air of noble elegance.
"Where do I live?"
Without even looking up, she casually asked the question.
“Naturally, you will live with me in the Dragon Palace.”
Emperor Beizun responded to her, and a white piece was placed on the ground.
"Didn't you say you were going to get married? I should go back to the Sikong Mansion first. I also want to spend a few more days with my mother. Going to the palace now would be inappropriate both morally and logically."
She raised her eyelids and glanced at him with interest.
"When have you, Sikong Jin, ever cared about those formalities?"
Di Beizun's tone was somewhat unfriendly.
Sikong Jin looked at him and smiled. "Alright, still angry? I was just afraid you'd really hit me. I can't beat you in a fight, and you don't give me any face when we try to talk. I admit, I was wrong. I shouldn't have lent the Phoenix Jade to Xifeng Lie, and I shouldn't have run away, hurting His Majesty's fragile heart. I was wrong, I really know I was wrong..."
What is a fragile heart?
His Majesty the Northern Emperor narrowed his dark eyes, staring intently at Sikong Jin, and asked.
Upon hearing this question, Sikong Jin shrugged, subconsciously raised his hand to touch his nose, and laughed, "A fragile heart... A fragile heart is a heart that is incomparably pure and noble. Your Majesty, you are a fragile heart."
"I can tell from your expression that you're up to something."
Di Beizun glanced at her, but casually helped her pull up her cloak, which was slipping down her body.
Sikong Jin chuckled, stretched out her slender arm, quickly wrapped it around Di Beizun's shoulder, lowered her head and planted a kiss on his slightly cool, thin lips, then whispered in his ear, "How could that be? This is your territory. My future wealth and glory depend on you. I have to be careful to please you, otherwise how can I dominate your harem? Your Majesty, you are so handsome that I can't resist you."
Hearing this, Di Beizun's cold and beautiful face softened considerably, but he stared at her and said, "Is that so? I think Xi Fenglie and Tuoba Yu's faces are quite good too."
A radiant smile bloomed on Sikong Jin's beautiful face. She wrapped her arms around him, leaned down and kissed him, and said with a smile, "But Sikong Jin only loves you, Di Beizun. Isn't that enough?"
At this moment, Di Beizun's heart suddenly softened, and a faint sweetness rose within him—
He had to admit that hearing her say that filled him with immense joy, and without hesitation, he lowered his head to capture her soft, rose-pink lips…
He didn't know how much he loved Sikong Jin; he only knew that he wished to have her forever. When she wasn't by his side, his heart felt empty, and he longed to see her every moment. He didn't want to dwell on whether he loved her more or she loved him more; as long as she was in his heart and he held a place in hers, that was enough!
The days ahead are long, and he will always be able to fill her heart completely.
Later, following Sikong Jin's wishes, Di Beizun sent her directly back to the Sikong Mansion. December 30th was their wedding day, and they should avoid each other for the next few days. Although he didn't care about these things, he could only agree when she said she wanted to spend time with Su Yue.
She and her mother probably have a lot to say to each other, and her friends probably still have many questions waiting for her to answer.
Back in the palace, Emperor Beizun issued several imperial edicts, including one ordering Tang Jingyao, Ji Wuge, and others to remain in the capital. He also granted them independent residences, allowing them to move in within the next few days.
On December 26th, His Majesty the Northern Emperor began to present betrothal gifts to the Sikong family. The gifts piled up like mountains at the Sikong residence, making Sikong Jin beam with joy!
As expected of royalty, the things they brought out were truly impressive!
Sikong Jin even joked with Su Yue and Sikong Mo that Sikong Mo wouldn't have to worry about the betrothal gifts when he got married in the future.
In fact, Sikong Jin herself was already a hidden tycoon. Hilton was thriving, bringing in tens of thousands of taels of silver every day, so she didn't have to worry about money at all. Of course, she had also secretly made plans and prepared a generous dowry for Xing Fuhua. When Xing Fuhua got married, she would make sure that Xing Fuhua had a grand and splendid wedding.