"Great Song?"
Listening to Wanyan Ya’s words, Tuoba Hui, who had been completely captivated by her, slightly frowned and sighed.
"What’s wrong with Great Song?"
Upon hearing the Great Khan’s sigh, Wanyan Ya took the Osmanthus Cake from the food box and asked.
"What Great Song is there now? The land of Central State has already been replaced by Great Wei."
At this point, Tuoba Hui began pouring out his grievances to Wanyan Ya.
Wanyan Ya wasn’t particularly concerned with court matters, and Tuoba Hui would not tell her about such bad situations, only sharing the positive aspects with her.
So, after hearing Tuoba Hui’s words, Wanyan Ya never expected Jin Xia had reached this point.
Chen Mo?
Ever since the Eastern Army’s defeat last time, this name had reached her ears for the first time, and over the past two years, the name Chen Mo continuously echoed around her.
However, Wanyan Ya had never met Chen Mo, so despite hearing this name many times, she had not paid particular attention.
But at this moment, she stared blankly at Tuoba Hui.
In her heart, Tuoba Hui’s image was exceptionally tall and mighty.
She had been a consort of Tuoba Hui’s father; Tuoba Hui opposed the ministers, pushed her to the position of Queen.
He was wise and martial, fought traitorous ministers, disposed of petty villains, and pushed the already glorious Jin Xia to a new peak.
In her view, there was nothing he couldn’t handle.
But now, this person named Chen Mo was causing him headaches.
Unconsciously, Wanyan Ya became curious about Chen Mo.
She wanted to see what kind of extraordinary abilities this person had.
"Great Khan, I believe in you. The Great Khan will surely find a way to defeat Great Wei, for my Jin Xia will never decay." Wanyan Ya encouraged Tuoba Hui.
Tuoba Hui stretched out his hand to embrace Wanyan Ya’s waist, letting her head rest in his arms, gently caressing her hair, and softly said: "Er Ya, do you remember the nightmare I told you about two years ago?"
"What nightmare?" From two years ago, Wanyan Ya somewhat couldn’t recall.
"At that time, I dreamed that the Song Army entered Haiyan Pass, invaded the palace, and then they took you, Er Ya, away from my side. Recently, I’ve had this nightmare again," Tuoba Hui said.
This time, Wanyan Ya seemed to remember, looking up she said: "If I remember correctly, at that time I told the Khan that dreams are often reversed; it was my army that invaded Song’s palace, and the recent return of this nightmare indicates that the heavens are guiding us, the destiny belongs to Jin Xia."
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Great Wei.
The night descended.
This year’s New Year’s Eve dinner was the time when the most people were gathered; last year, at this time, Yang Qingqing returned to Shu Residence, so was absent.
This year, not only was Yang Qingqing present, but several new people had joined at the table.
Lin Xuelan, Xingyao, Yu Zhu, Zhao Yushu, Nalan Yiren.
Chen Mo was currently dressed in festive attire, sitting in the main seat, looking at the beauty around him, each more stunning than the last, with a graceful demeanor, a joyful smile appeared on his handsome, stern face.
Just thinking about it, his heart filled with exhilaration.
"Father, what are you laughing about?" His eldest daughter, Chen You, sat opposite Chen Mo, held by Xia Zhiqing, looked at Chen Mo suddenly laughing inexplicably, curiously asked.
The eyes of all the young women turned towards Chen Mo and found that the smile on Chen Mo’s face was strangely unusual.
Nalan Yiren lightly glared at Chen Mo, still thinking about the events of the day.
"Ahem..." Chen Mo lightly coughed and said: "Father is happy, with the whole family gathered."
Upon hearing this, several peculiar glances were directed at Nalan Yiren.
Nalan Yiren noticed this, her face turned red; her skin was already fair, so this red was particularly noticeable, and those peculiarly glanced smiled at this.
Nalan Yiren bowed her head in a bit of shy resentment, but did not correct Chen Mo’s words, as if she acquiesced.
"Come, before the meal, let’s first have a drink; this is a vintage from Yunxi’s family, said to be thirty years old," Chen Mo raised the wine goblet in front of him.
The young women all raised their glasses, smiles spreading on their faces. Chen You, Chen Nuo, and several children imitated, stopped by their respective mothers, softly scolded: "Children cannot drink."
"Xiaolu, you should not drink either, you’re about to give birth," Chen Mo advised.
"No, no, husband, I just want to take a sip, just a small sip. On such a joyous day, I want to be part of it too," Yi Shiyin, holding her pregnant belly, coquettishly said.
Among the young women, only Yi Shiyin and Han Anniang didn’t call him ’Your Majesty.’
One still called him husband.
The other still called him Erlang.
"Be good, obey," Chen Mo said.
"Your Majesty, just agree to Princess Consort Shu, let her have a sip; it won’t get her drunk," Wu Mi laughed.
Yi Shiyin looked at Chen Mo pitifully.
"Then just a small sip," Chen Mo relented.
"Thanks, Empress," Yi Shiyin quickly took a small sip first, and then took another small sip when they all drank together.
"You," Chen Mo chuckled and shook his head.
Took a sip of wine, warming the body.
Wu Mi smiled and raised his hand to clap, several palace maids walked in with a tray.
"These are gifts I’ve prepared for my sisters, not valuable, just for good cheer; I hope in the new year we continue to work together diligently for Your Majesty, managing the harem well."
After Wu Mi said this, the palace maids proceeded to deliver the tray’s gifts to everyone.
The brocade bags were each embroidered with names, corresponding to different people, no fear of giving the wrong one.
Yi Shiyin, characteristically lively, took her gift and began to open it.