Han Ye stopped in his tracks and looked at the woman with a graceful and lightly adorned face under the moonlight.
He suddenly said, "An Le, the situation in the capital is unpredictable, and the future path is uncertain. Will you stay in the capital all along?"
Ren Anle was taken aback, lifted her head, blinked her eyes, and slowly said, "Naturally, chen will stay in the capital."
(chén) - Referring to oneself in a humble manner.
Han Ye's eyebrows softened, and a faint smile flickered in his dark, deep eyes. He said, "Will you accompany me in creating a prosperous and flourishing era?... Just like Taizu and the head of the Di family back then?
(tài zǔ) - Founding emperor; typically used to refer to the first emperor of a dynasty.
Without saying a word, Ren Anle did not answer, turned around and walked forward. Her hand, concealed in her robe, had unknowingly clenched tightly. She curved her lips, and a hint of coldness was indiscernible in her eyes.
Han Ye silently watched the figure in crimson robes, and after a long while, he finally heard her somewhat melancholic response.
"Your Highness, you truly love reminiscing about the past. Since there is no second Han Zian in this world, naturally there will never be a second Di Shengtian!"
Indeed, who else in the world could be as inseparable in life and death, causing the world to bow in admiration, just like those two individuals? Han Ye slightly curled his mouth in self-mockery, but for some reason, he suddenly felt that the sighs he heard were particularly desolate.
Early the next morning, Han Ye's door was urgently knocked.
"Your Highness, something bad has happened."
"Come in."
Jian Song pushed open the door and saw the Crown Prince sitting upright at the desk, dressed in ceremonial robes. Wen Shuo was carefully grinding something nearby, and his expression couldn't help but startled.
"What is the cause of the panic?" Han Ye raised his head, his expression calm.
"Your Highness, the commoners outside the city have heard that you refused to meet them last night during the banquet with the wealthy merchants. Now their emotions are running high, and they want to storm into the city."
(jī fèn): running high (literal translation: highly agitated)
"Can't tell that Zhong Liwen is an impatient person. Can't even wait for a single day." Ren Anle stepped into the room with one foot, wearing armor. Her long hair was tied up under her headdress, and she held a long sword in her hand. When she looked up, she exuded an imposing aura. Even Han Ye, upon seeing her enter in such a manner, was momentarily taken aback.
"Your Highness, this humble servant will guard the city gates, ensuring that no citizens breach the city to endanger Your Highness' safety, nor will any innocent civilians fall under the blades of the Mu Tian Prefecture guards."
Han Ye nodded. The reason why he handed over the Imperial Guards to Ren Anle is not only to prevent the common people from rioting but also to use the power of the court to deter Zhong Liwen. Ren Anle, with her clever mind, indeed figured out his intention.
Ren Anle turned around, about to leave, when Han Ye called out to her, "Anle, do you really trust me? What if I can't produce the relief grain by noon?"
Ren Anle turned around, her lips curled up, and she said, "Your Highness, do you know the reason why I have never tasted defeat in a hundred battles on the battlefield?"