ATBLM [QT] Chapter 177.1

Because the Young Marquis was injured, the Jokhang envoy stayed in the Di tribe for a few more days before leaving.

It was not that no one was suspicious of Lin Mingcheng’s injury. Even he himself couldn’t explain why he wanted to go horseback riding in the middle of the night.

But now he was on someone else’s territory, even if they knew that there was something unreasonable in it, no one would dare to stand up and ask a question.

As for whether the Emperor of Jokhang would be angry and not cooperate with the Di people after they returned to Jokhang, Jiang Rui was not worried.

Because she knew very well that in order to appease the Di tribe, the Emperor would even let go of Chaoyang, his beloved daughter, so what was the little Marquis of Weiyuan’s worth?

As for Lin Mingcheng’s subsequent fate, one could also imagine that since he was a child, he had worked hard to please Chaoyang, didn’t it just for him to marry a princess and become a consort?

Unfortunately, people with disabilities couldn’t become a consort. Maybe Anyang would insist, but how could her concubine’s mother and her group agree?

A wonderful show of beating mandarin ducks was indispensable.

Along with the Jokhang people, there were birthday envoys from tribes like Beidi. Urhan and Jiang Rui led their tribesmen to watch them leave. The long team walked away and soon turned into a thin line on the horizon.

Qiuhua stood on tiptoes and looked around, unable to help but feel a little melancholy. She remembered that not long ago, they followed such a road and left their hometown to come here.

These envoys could return to their hometown, but the Princess and they may not be able to set foot in their homeland again for the rest of their lives.

With the tips of his ears, Urhan heard suppressed sobs coming from someone behind him. He knew that they were people from the Jokhang Palace who were serving his Yanshi, and he could also imagine why they were crying.

His Yanshi must also be homesick. Urhan felt that his chest had become sour and soft, and he felt a little uneasy.

He neither wanted to make her cry nor let her go, but if she cried and said that she wanted to go home, what would he do? Could he still persist?

For the first time, Urhan had no confidence in his own will.

Although Jiang Rui’s eyes were still looking into the distance, her mind had begun to think of what happened next. The hand hanging by her side was suddenly held by someone.

She turned her head and looked at Urhan with doubt, “What?”

Urhan stared deeply into her eyes, hesitating to speak. In the end, he didn’t say anything. He just held her hands tighter.

“It’s okay.”

The tribe soon became busy again because autumn was coming and they were about to move on again soon.

Urhan took people to inspect the autumn pastures, leaving early and returning late.

Jiang Rui also asked Qiuhua to lead the children to pick all the melons and vegetables in the nursery, cut off the old vines, and bury them in the soil as fertilizer for the coming year.

The children came to her with great expectations and asked her what she was going to plant in the future.

Since the autumn and winter in Beidi were colder than those in Jokhang, Jiang Rui planned to have someone open a piece of land again to plant cabbage and radishes after the transition.

It was worth mentioning that in addition to the children who came to look for her this time, there were also many parents of children who also expressed uneasiness that they wanted to do something with their children and asked her if she would agree.

Jiang Rui naturally agreed to it. So after arriving at the autumn pasture, these adults took the initiative to open up the land, and the number of people participating in it was increasing every day.

Adults were naturally much stronger than children. Within two days, they had a large vegetable garden.

In autumn, the grassland is green and yellow, and the swan geese are migrating in line. The sky is high and the ground is very wide. Between the vast sky and earth, pastoral songs and rattles are long and distant.

A few days ago, it was still cloudless, but it rained continuously today. It was said that there was one autumn rain and one cold rain. The rain in Beidi was obviously more powerful.

Qiuhua spent the whole night finding Jiang Rui’s thick clothes and putting them on for her. A brazier was burned in the tent, both for lighting and to drive away moisture.

The rain suddenly turned heavier in the afternoon, and the huge raindrops hitting the tent were not as crisp as falling on the tiles, making them appear heavy and thick.

Urhan had not returned since he had gone out in the morning. Jiang Rui glanced outside the tent.

The sky was dim, and the dense rain curtain blocked his sight. She saw nothing but a few small puddles in front of the door. She returned her attention to the book in her hand.

She didn’t know how long it took, but suddenly, there was a series of footsteps, followed by a figure squeezing in from the door.

 

 

 

---

Happy Monday, everyone!!!

I want to announce an important thing.

YES. Voting Result Announcement!!!

The voting result is ready. And the winner is…

A. After Participating in Intern Parents Variety Show with Movie Empress Mother
°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

Congratulation for IPVS!!!

°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

The voting result is as follow:
A = 6 votes
B = 4 votes

 

Well, actually this translator chose the B option. Because first come, first serve, right?

But, it’s okay. Like Zhile, this translator also can admit defeat.

 

PS: Please visit my Ko-fi to see the re-scheduling update of some translations.

 

You can support your favorite novel by buying me a cup of Ko-fi ( ˘▽˘)っ♨

I will really appreciate it. ❤️❤️❤️