I’ll Be the Male Leads Sister-in-Law

Chapter 532

Xie Xuanji and Jiang Mingwei realised very clearly that it was their turn.

This feeling was so terrifying that Xie Xuanji panicked. Regardless of his reputation, he wrote a letter to Xie Xuanchen asking for peace, trying to appeal to King Qiyang’s remaining brotherhood with him. Xie Xuanji proposed that since the north and south were originally from the same family, they might as well use the river as the boundary to rule the world together.

After Xie Xuanchen received the letter, he tore it up without even reading it.

Who on earth would want to rule the world with you? I might as well do it myself.

In the 6th year of Zhangwu, which was the 5th year of Qingping in the south, just after the first day of the Qing Dynasty, Mu Mingtang personally took the set of armour and equipped it one by one for Xie Xuanchen.

Over the years, whenever Xie Xuanchen went into battle, Mu Mingtang would personally put on the armour for him. She had become very proficient in helping him put on his military uniforms and sending him to the battlefield.

Xie Xuanchen looked at his wife and unexpectedly remembered the moonlit night 5 years ago when the capital was in danger and the fact that he could finally regain military power. Back then, Mu Mingtang did the same and put on armour for him with her own hands. It’s just that her movements were still very unfamiliar then, but who would have thought that so many years have passed since.

The number of soldiers and horses under his command gradually increased from 8,000 to a million while Mu Mingtang’s movements also changed from unfamiliar to knowing it like the back of her hand.

It had been 5 years.

Xie Xuanchen suddenly acted mischievously and hugged Mu Mingtang’s waist, refusing to cooperate anymore. Actions stopped, she said helplessly, “They’re still waiting for you outside. If you have the nerve to let 300,000 people wait for you, then continue to act nonsensically.”

Xie Xuanchen was the type of man that one shouldn’t jest; the more she did it, the more he refused to let go. Mu Mingtang was so tormented by him that she had no choice but to hug him back as he wished. She whispered to him, like she did 5 years ago, “I’ll wait for your return. I hope there will be no more wars in the future. I hope I will never have to put on your armour for you ever again.”

Xie Xuanchen also hugged her tighter, “Okay.”

Xie Xuanchen hugged Mu Mingtang’s waist hard before he finally picked up his sword and strode outside. Mu Mingtang stood in the hall and watched him push the door open against the sunlight. The sun shone on him, reflecting the sparkling starlight on the silver armour.

Only by deterring powerful enemies from outside and suppressing the royals from the inside could he be worthy of his title as Marquis of Wu’an. When Mu Mingtang first married him, Beirong and Xixia were surrounding them and the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun were still in the hands of foreign powers. But now, the north had been unified, Youyun was in their hands, cattle were everywhere outside the walls and the people lived and worked in peace alongside contentment. Only the southern court, which separated the lands with a river, was still standing.

Mu Mingtang’s eyes seemed to be filled with tears. It seemed that everyone else was wrong— her Wu’an had indeed made it. He made this happen.