"Our country has always been weak and vulnerable, surrounded by covetous nations. Thanks to the efforts of three generations of heroes and countless soldiers who fought on the battlefield, today, under Your Majesty's rule, peace has finally been restored throughout the land and all directions are at peace!"

"But now the Hu cavalry are invading the border, and the soldiers have won a great victory and are in high spirits. Yet there are people who cannot distinguish right from wrong who are maliciously speculating about the intentions of the Prince of Zhenbei and abandoning the people on the border. The fact that the northern Hu troops entered and resisted the northern river must be due to an internal traitor colluding with the Hu cavalry! Your Majesty! You must investigate this carefully!"

Huang Long understood what he was saying. His face turned deathly pale, and he broke out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly said:

"Zhang Li, in the imperial court, you must not resort to innuendo and baseless accusations!"

"You keep saying it's all for Beiliang, for the sake of the great cause, and you keep making excuses for the Prince of Zhenbei! Could it be that you've received some benefits from him?!"

Hearing this, Zhang Li's eyes turned red with anger, and he shouted back:

"Shut up! Huang Long! You chatterbox!"

"The Prince of Zhenbei is fighting desperately in the field, yet you speak recklessly in the court. Are you going to pin a fabricated charge on the Prince of Zhenbei?!"

"Speak! Are you colluding with the Huma people, plotting to harm my vast territory?!"

Having said this much, the court officials all turned their heads and began to offer their advice.

Some of the ministers were on good terms with Huang Long, so they naturally spoke out against Zhang Li, while there were also quite a few people who sided with Zhang Li.

Zhang Li, with tears streaming down his face, raised his arms and shouted: "My youngest son, Zhang Jian, joined the army five years ago and went to Beiliang to fight against the Hu army. He sent a letter home, explaining the dangers of the Hu army and how the local people are suffering unspeakably. Men are enslaved and women and children are forced into prostitution."

"If we don't strike such people down hard, how can we appease the people's hearts!"

"Do you want them to think I'm weak and incompetent?!"

"This is a letter from my son Zhang Jian before he died in battle. Please take a look!"

Zhang Li put his hands in his pockets, took out a letter, unfolded it, and showed it to everyone.

But there wasn't a single word written on that yellowish-brown letter!

But! It was covered with dense, bloody fingerprints, some large and some small, and it was clear that even young children had pressed their fingerprints on it!

Zhang Li was already in tears, and said sorrowfully:

"This letter conveys the sorrow of the people and the spirits of the soldiers who died on the battlefield!"

"The blood and tears of countless people are contained in this letter! Can you hear the cries of suffering from the people, and can you see the soldiers risking their lives for each other!"

"The Prince of Zhenbei risked his life to lead his troops to the Beiku Grassland to annihilate the Hu horses."

"Tell me, who in this world wouldn't agree to this!"

Zhang Li suddenly stood up, holding up the letter in one hand and pointing at Huang Long's nose with the other.

"You won't agree?"

Huang Long's face turned pale, his body stiffened, and he turned his head slightly to the side.

Turning around, Zhang Li pointed at Wang Yong, the Minister of Revenue. "Still you?"

Large beads of sweat rolled down Wang Yong's forehead. He was deeply troubled. How did this conversation end up involving him? This was truly...

He quickly lowered his head and took a step back.

Just then, several ministers, their faces solemn, slowly stepped forward and addressed the Empress:

"Your Majesty, we believe that the Minister's words are reasonable."

Jin Fengluan's face was ashen, her phoenix eyes fixed on the ministers below the stage.

Then, she sighed softly:

"Minister Zhang, put on your hat."

“You and General Huang are both important ministers of mine. It is normal for you to have differences of opinion on this matter.”

"After all, the imperial court is not a place where one person can have the final say."

"Very well, Qin Ze doesn't need to return to the capital. Let him go to the Beiku Grassland, annihilate the Hu horses, and show the might of our Great Gan Kingdom."

P.S.: There are many words in short chapters. Some readers have said that the author only has a brain the size of a walnut. I accept it ╥﹏╥... (sad)

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