"Are you done with your story?"

Seeing that Xiang Junxian was silent and stopped talking, Xiang Xing tilted his head and asked softly.

“…… Sort of. ”

Xiang Junxian nodded.

However, when he was thinking about whether he should add something, he saw his daughter smile lightly.

"So, do you know why so many things happened back then, and there were so many unexpected changes?"

Without waiting for him to answer, Xiang Xing suddenly turned around and slowly took two steps.

With his hands behind his back, he raised his soft eyes and looked at the big willow tree in the small courtyard.

"The Beihu people will target you like that, because among the tributes you transported in the Western Regions back then, there was something that was precious to the Beihu people."

As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, "That is, the heirloom jade seal of Beihu." ”

“…… What did you say?! ”

Hearing this, Xiang Junxian breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes widened in shock.

He shook his head vigorously again, looking incredulous, "How is it possible, I am transporting things from the Western Regions, how can there be the heirloom seal of Beihu in it?!" How could it be ......"

He muttered to himself, and suddenly, as if suddenly realizing something, a hint of realization crossed his eyes.

"I see...... It turned out that I was trapped, and I was used to attract the hostility of the Beihu people, and I was killed by all of them! ”

"Why didn't I think of this at the time...... Hey, I'm a wood! ”

Xiang Junxian patted his head angrily.

After a pause, his eyes trembled as if in panic.

Looking at Xiang Xing again, he couldn't help but speak faintly uneasily, "Xing'er, should it be...... Could it be that in recent years, the treaties and transactions between our Xuanyuan and Beihu have been related to this matter......

"Not exactly."

Xiang Xing shook his head.

His eyes stared at him faintly, and his voice was still light, "In the goods of the Western Regions that you handed over to the general of the protector, there was no trace of the seal of the Northern Hu Sect. ”

"Therefore, King Beihu does not have conclusive evidence to prove that it was you, and it was my Xiang Jiajun who stole the heirloom seal."

"But in order to alleviate diplomatic pressure, the first emperor still agreed to some conditions for King Beihu, such as various cooperation in recent years, and in the near future, the in-laws between Shengshang and the second princess of Beihu."

"...... like this"

Xiang Junxian nodded thoughtfully.

After thinking about it, his eyes flickered slightly, and there was a hint of complexity in his words, "When the national seal was passed on, was it really in the tribute I escorted?" ”

"According to my grandfather's secret investigation for many years, the heirloom seal was indeed secretly put in by King Beihu himself...... It's just that someone got in the way of it, and took it out in advance, cutting off this conspiracy that can almost overthrow my Xuanyuan. ”

"And this man is one of the main messengers of the conspiracy."

As he spoke, Xiang Xing paused, and his eyes suddenly fell on an old saber that Xiang Junxian had placed behind him.

She pursed her lips lightly, took a quick step, walked over slowly, and picked up her sword.

With a slight pull, the blade of the sword is unsheathed.

Although the blade is still sharp, it is also covered with various mottled marks after the fierce battle.

"This sword is the sword you used when you fought with the Beihu people on the day you cheated death, right?"

The little guy turned around and handed the sword to Xiang Junxian.

Xiang Junxian was stunned for a moment, but nodded slightly: "That's right, this is indeed the sword I use on the battlefield." ”