The Pretty Wife of General Jinxiu Huanian

Delivering the letter in Chapter 45

When Yunxi heard the news that the prince was in danger on the battlefield in the Marquis' Mansion, she was completely panicked.

Her originally rosy face suddenly turned pale, and her thin eyebrows were tightly twisted together.

She paced back and forth in the room like a headless fly, the handkerchief in her hand twisted like a rope.

"No, I can't just wait like this." Yunxi bit her lips until they were almost bleeding, and her eyes were filled with determination.

I saw her walk quickly to the desk, spread out the letter paper, and reach out to grab the brush, but her hand was shaking and she couldn't hold it steady.

"Your Highness, I heard that you were on the battlefield..." Yunxi stopped writing here, and tears fell on the paper, smudging the ink she had just written.

She sniffed, took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and continued, "I know the dangers of the battlefield, but I believe that with your bravery, you will be able to overcome the danger."

Having written this, Yunxi paused again, staring intently at the letter, muttering to herself, "My Lord, my Lord, you must return safely."

As she spoke, tears began to flow uncontrollably. She wiped them with her sleeve and continued writing, "I've been waiting for you at home day and night. If anything happened to you, I wouldn't be able to live any longer."

As Yunxi wrote, she would occasionally look up, as if praying to the heavens. Her expression was filled with worry and anxiety.

As Yunxi wrote, the image of the prince fighting bloody battles on the battlefield seemed to appear before her eyes, and her heart tightened even more.

"I pray for you every day, and I hope you take good care of yourself. Everyone in the Marquis' Mansion is also concerned about you."

Yunxi put down her brush, frowned tightly, and muttered, "How can such words fully express my worries?"

Her watery eyes were filled with anxiety, and a few strands of hair had fallen out of her neat bun.

She rubbed her brows and picked up the pen again, "My Lord, do you still remember the time we spent in the Marquis' Mansion?

I long for the prince's speedy return, so that I can once again admire the blossoming flowers and share the bright moon with him." As she wrote this, Yunxi's lips trembled slightly, and the hand holding the pen unconsciously pressed harder, the tip of the pen piercing a small hole in the paper.

Yunxi's tears fell like beads from a broken string. She wiped them away with her sleeve and continued to write with a sob, "No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, I firmly believe that Your Highness will overcome them.

"My Lord, you are my pride and the hope of the Marquisate." She sniffed, threw down her pen, and leaned back, her whole body seeming to have been drained of strength.

After finishing the letter, Yunxi picked up the letter paper, brought it close to her eyes, and read it carefully over and over again, muttering to herself: "In this way, the prince will understand my heart."

She sighed softly, then carefully folded the letter and put it into the envelope.

"Someone come here!" Yunxi shouted at the top of her voice, her voice filled with urgency.

The maid Cui'er hurried in, trotting all the way. "Miss, what can I do for you?" Cui'er was panting and beads of sweat were hanging on her forehead.

Yunxi stood up suddenly, walked a few steps to Cui'er, pressed the letter into her hand, and stared at Cui'er, saying, "Hurry and find a reliable person to deliver this letter to the prince. There must be no mistakes."

Cui'er took the letter, nodded quickly and replied, "Don't worry, miss, I'll do it right away." After that, she turned around and was about to leave.

Yunxi grabbed Cui'er's arm and said worriedly, "You must find a reliable person. If this letter cannot be delivered to the prince, you will be the only one I will hold responsible."

Yunxi's eyes were full of severity.

Cui'er quickly replied, "Miss, don't worry, I know the seriousness of this matter."

Yunxi finally let go of her hand and looked at Cui'er's departing figure, muttering to herself, "You must send her there."

She paced back and forth in the room, sometimes going to the window to look out, sometimes going to the door to look out.

After a long while, Yunxi still felt uneasy, muttering to herself, "What should I do? What should I do?"

She twisted the handkerchief in her hands until it was almost torn.

Yunxi couldn't stay in the house any longer, so she walked out and went to the courtyard. The flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom, but Yunxi had no intention of enjoying them.

"Miss, it's windy outside, you should go back to your room and rest." said the maid Lan'er.

Yunxi shook her head. "I'm feeling really confused. I'm just here to get some fresh air."

At this time, Lin Yurou, the daughter of the Marquis's family, came over with a twist of her waist, a trace of mockery on her face, as if engraved on it, "Hey, isn't this Sister Yunxi?

Why, are you worried about your husband, the prince?"

Yunxi rolled her eyes at her and said coldly, "Sister, what you said is true. The prince is fighting for the country on the front line. As his wife, it is natural for me to worry."

Lin Yurou folded her arms across her chest, curling her lips, "I'm just afraid he won't come back."

Yunxi's eyes widened as she glared at Lin Yurou, "Sister, please don't talk nonsense. The prince is a lucky man."

Lin Yurou was startled by Yunxi's angry eyes and couldn't help but shrink back, but she still snorted stubbornly, "Hmph, we'll see."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and left with his hips twisted.

Yunxi gritted her teeth and clenched her fists in anger, "Lin Yurou is always so annoying."

After a while, Cui'er came back jogging, panting and her face flushed.

"How is it? Has the letter been sent?" Yunxi asked anxiously, taking two steps towards Cui'er and staring at her closely.

Cui Er gasped for breath and said intermittently, "Miss, it has been handed over to a reliable person. He said it will be delivered to the prince as soon as possible."

Yunxi finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Okay, thank you for your hard work." Then he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to Cui'er, "Wipe the sweat off your face. You look tired."

Cui Er took the handkerchief and said gratefully, "Miss, it's no problem. It's my blessing to be able to serve you."

Yunxi sighed softly, "I don't know if the prince received the letter."

Cui Er comforted her, "Miss, don't worry, the prince will definitely receive it."

Yunxi frowned and paced back and forth in the yard, muttering, "I hope the prince is well and returns soon."

At this time, the old maid from the mansion came over and said in a sarcastic tone: "Hey, isn't this the princess?

I wait here every day, but there is no sign of the prince."

Yunxi stopped and angrily said, "Shut your stinky mouth. The prince will definitely return safely."

The old woman curled her lips and walked away muttering.

Yunxi turned to Cui'er and said, "Everyone in this mansion is a real worry."

Cui Er echoed, "Miss, don't bother with them. It's not worth getting yourself hurt by getting angry."

Yunxi shook her head helplessly, "How can I not be angry? They just can't stand seeing me doing well."

As she was speaking, Mrs. Wang from the kitchen came over with a bowl of soup, "Princess, this is a nourishing soup I made for you, please have some."

Yunxi took a look at the soup and didn't have much appetite. "Just leave it there."

Mrs. Wang said flatteringly, "Princess, please drink a little. Your health is very important."

Yunxi waved her hand impatiently, "I understand, you can go down."

Mrs. Wang retreated awkwardly.

Yunxi stood in the yard, looking at the sky, and said to herself: "My Lord, my Lord, you must be well."

In the following days, Yunxi looked forward to news from the prince every day.

One day, Yunxi was doing needlework in the room. Her slender fingers held the needle and thread, moving them continuously on the fabric.

Suddenly I heard a noise outside.

"What happened?" Yunxi put down her work and stood up to ask. Her brows furrowed slightly, and confusion filled her eyes.

Lan Er ran in, panting and sweating on her forehead, "Miss, there's news from the front line."

Yunxi's heart suddenly jumped into her throat. She stepped forward, grabbed Lan'er's arm, and said anxiously, "Quick, go find out."

After a while, Lan'er came back. Her face was flushed from running. She gasped and said, "Miss, they said the prince is still fighting hard, but he's fine for now."

After hearing this, Yunxi's heart finally settled down a little. She raised her hand and gently patted her chest, and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good."

But her brows were still furrowed, and her eyes were filled with worry. She paced back and forth in the room, twisting her handkerchief in her hands.

"Miss, don't worry too much. The prince is blessed with a long life and will definitely return safely." Lan'er comforted her.

Yunxi stopped, looked out the window, and murmured to herself, "The prince is in danger, and I can only wait here. Sigh."

She bit her lip and turned to look at Lan'er, "Lan'er, go get my paper and pen."

Lan'er hurriedly got paper and pen. Yunxi sat at the desk, thought for a moment, and then started writing.

As I wrote, my eyes gradually turned red and tears welled up in them.

"Miss, don't cry, the prince will be fine." Lan'er said anxiously.

Yunxi sniffed, holding back tears and said, "I know, but I just can't let it go."

She continued to write furiously, her handwriting full of concern and longing.

Yunxi sat down at the desk again and wrote, "Your Majesty, I know you're working hard on the front lines. I will always wait for your return..."