Favoring Qie Over Wife (35)

Without thinking twice, Song Jia picked up her brush and a piece of writing paper. She first narrated about the Bai Mei Lien's growing belly and the matters that needed his permission inside the wangfu. Then she finally voiced out her main worry, 'Why does wang ye not want to become the Emperor?'

A week later, Zhao Cheng's letter arrived as usual. Song Jia's normal attitude towards receiving his letters was very leisurely, if it comes, then okay, if it doesn't come, then that was okay too. However, Minglan was surprised to see that wang fei's attitude towards this week's letter was very different. She had barely passed it over when wang fei snatched it, tearing the envelope as if she could barely suppress her excitement.

Minglan didn't know whether to be sad or happy about seeing wang fei finally care about wang ye and so retreated without waiting for Song Jia's orders. Song Jia didn't bother about her, she was too busy nervously reading the letter.

She had thought that the biggest obstacle in her mission was Li Jia's revenge, who knew, the biggest obstacle was that Zhao Cheng no longer wanted to become the Emperor.

After she read his reply, Song Jia began to calm down.

Zhao Cheng first narrated to her his experience of war, and that in a life and death situation, the first thing you would think was to not how to achieve merits, but of your loved ones. While he was fighting, Zhao Cheng thought of the people on the villages he passed by, and that if he failed here, they would all be slaughtered. When she read this, Song Jia was impressed that he thought of the common people first.

Zhao Cheng then continued that life as a prince is hard, and he'd rather have freedom in his choices than be shackled by responsibilities. He wrote to her that although many people look up to the Emperor, the Emperor himself has no one to lean on. All of the women in his harem, even the Empress, only pretend to like him to grab power and status, while thinking of ways to make him die earlier so that their sons could inherit. Even his own sons didn't truly love him, and only wanted him to hand his throne over. It was a hard and difficult life.

After reading his letter, Song Jia picked up her brush and wrote back to him, "I think the best ruler there could be is someone who knows there's no happiness in being on the throne, but takes the mantle because he knows he can provide happiness to the people."

This was not only to persuade Zhao Cheng to become the monarch but also her real thoughts.

Song Jia wasn't aware, but Zhao Cheng greatly anticipated her letters every week. If he could write more, he would, however the distance between the capital and the north were more than a thousand lis [1]. Every time he read her replies, he felt that not only his heart turned warm, his whole being felt peaceful too. He thought that his wang fei viewed the world clearly, and in turn, she was also clearing his confusion and worries.

When he went to the battlefield a few years ago, Zhao Cheng didn't miss the capital, because his head was full of plans and strategies on how to win. But this time Zhao Cheng thought of the capital every night before he fell asleep, and also frequently wondered how long this war would drag on before he could see her face again.

So Zhao Cheng was very motivated, every day, if he wasn't in the commander's tent discussing plans, he would be with the general, sharing his thoughts.

Only, he wasn't sure if he was thinking of her too intensely, the day after receiving her letter that had a hint of her scent, Zhao Cheng woke up and saw that underneath his blanket, everything was a mess.

He actually had a wet dream? Zhao Cheng was very ashamed, just how much did he miss his wife to be this uncontrolled! Zhao Cheng climbed out of his bed in frustration and washed his underpants secretly on the riverside before running back to his tent and feigning sleep. It would still be a few hours before the arrival of dawn, so the third prince Zhao Cheng still managed to retain his imperial dignity in front of the soldiers.

Actually, Zhao Cheng knew that the perfume sachet his wife sent was not made by her, but by Bai Mei Lien. The two of them have very different scents, clearly distinguished by him. But he did not expose her, he decided that once he came back home, he would see with his own eyes that woman in the zhengfang make a perfume sachet for him.

He also thought, the last time he became intimate with her was during their wedding night, and when he tried again, he was interrupted by the matter of Bai Mei Lien being pushed into the koi pond. He wanted to know, if he accurately remembered the passionate night that haunted his waking and sleeping life...

So towards the ongoing battle in the north, if the northern barbarians were fierce, His Imperial Highness was even fiercer.

Roll! Roll as far away as you can go, so that he could return early to the capital!

...

"Hm, looks like the battery is still full..."

Song Jia was sitting on the sloping roof of the west wing, checking her spy cameras again. She was about to jump off when she saw three young maids wearing light-green vested changqun sitting on the stone steps, cracking melon seeds and talking in whispers.

"Today, I heard that the son of a famous commander, Mu Zigong, had been captured..."

The rumor that they were talking about was already heard by Song Jia, so she did not listen anymore and went back to the zhengfang.

[1] Ancient measure of length; equal to 500 meters