Chapter 604: The Past is Dead 3 (1/2)

Even at this late hour of the night, within a room in Qingxi Hall, Muxiang remained wide awake.

The door and the windows of the room were firmly shut, and there weren’t any candles lit up in the room, making it pitch black.

Muxiang sat fully dressed on her bed in the darkness, like a sinister, silent spectre.

She was still in a daze. She couldn’t believe that Count Jing’an had returned earlier than expected.

This wasn’t what happened in her past life!

Ever since the count had returned, the situation she had been pushing the estate into was now ruined. It wasn’t possible to use Matriarch He and He Ying to achieve her own motives now.

She bit her lip and cursed Count Jing’an inwardly.

In this dark and seemingly boundless place, her eyes were lit up with a fearsome and poisonous glow.

She scratched at the brocade bedsheets under her, vowing to herself that she would get what she wanted, no matter how vicious she had to be.

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The next day, Count Jing’an, He Changjue and He Changdi headed for the palace together.

Since the count had just returned to the capital, he had to attend court in the morning before going over to the Ministry of War to hand over his matters, transfer his token of authority, and so on. There was plenty to do.

He had managed to return to the estate in time yesterday because he had secretly sneaked in some free time.

Once Count Jing’an returned his token of authority, which gave him command over the troops in the south, he would be bestowed a slack position in the capital and enjoy his retirement. This was the usual way that most of the defender generals retired, so it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

Qinzheng Hall within the palace.

Court had been dismissed by now, Count Jing’an had been summoned into Qinzheng Hall alone.

Since Count Jing’an had just returned from Mingzhou and he was an important general who had defended the borders for decades, it wasn’t strange that the Chengping Emperor had summoned him for a private conversation.

Dressed in a military official’s court outfit, the burly and large Count Jing’an stood like a mountain before the doors of Qinzheng Hall. When Eunuch Wei came out to invite him in, the count followed behind the eunuch carefully.

A glint flashed through Count Jing’an’s eyes while his head was bowed. His determination could be seen on the set of his brows. He took in a deep breath and lifted his head, his gaze landing upon that imperial yellow figure.