Zeng Ziyong burst into laughter: "Divorce?"

"How could we possibly get a divorce?"

“You were born a member of the Zhao family, and you will die a member of the Zhao family. Our Zeng clan is deeply bound to the Zhao clan, and we cannot be separated even for a moment. You have lived a life of luxury in the Zhao family, never experiencing a day of hardship. What do you know? Heaven is unjust. Our Zeng clan has been on the frontier for far too long, enduring wind and rain, eating raw meat and drinking blood.”

"Even though your father and mother sacrificed their lives for the country, His Majesty was not moved in the slightest. Instead, he became indifferent to the Zeng family. How can I restore the glory of the Zeng family under such circumstances?"

Zeng Ziyong spoke indignantly, then patted Zeng Yaxian's shoulder reassuringly: "It's alright, Yaya. Once things are done, you will be the unsung heroine behind the scenes and continue to live your good life."

His voice carried a hint of persuasion: "Ya Ya, don't be afraid. What your uncle is doing is what your parents have always wanted to do."

Zeng Yaxian felt a buzzing sound in her ears: "What?"

Zeng Ziyong nodded: "Uncle didn't want this to happen either, but because of your parents, what can Uncle do? Uncle has to avenge your parents! Do you know why your parents died...?"

"They were killed by the emperor! After the Han family, it was the Zeng family's turn. The emperor is so suspicious, he will never be able to get rid of his suspicions."

"Look at what the Zeng family got after your parents died. They got nothing but a hollow reputation! Even you suffered so much injustice in the capital!"

Zeng Yaxian stood there, almost stunned, her brain nearly shutting down, her ears ringing, and her whole body drenched in sweat.

So it turns out... so the Zeng and Zhao families had been cooperating all along. So the Zeng clan, stationed on the frontier, had long harbored thoughts of rebellion!

Now the soldiers inside the city are eager for battle, and the eight thousand elite troops outside the city are already at the gates. The ever-increasing numbers of troops mean the city has almost no chance of winning...

Zhao Qingshu not only had the support of half of the ministers in the court, but even the pretext for taking action today was so well-founded.

Zhao Qingshu had an almost complete chance of succeeding in his rebellion!

And her parents...

How exactly did her parents die?

Is what her uncle and cousin did today really what her parents always wanted to do?

Is today truly about avenging her parents?

Zeng Yaxian felt as if her throat was glued shut, and her lifelong faith seemed to collapse at that moment.

She tried hard to find her voice, but then she heard her cousin laugh loudly, looking very confident: "Ya Ya, being so afraid and hesitant is just womanly sentimentality."

"The soldiers who will avenge you are already standing in front of you. Whether it is these soldiers in front of you, or the eight thousand elite soldiers outside the city gate, or the large troops that are arriving one after another, a large part of them are your parents' old troops."

Zeng Ziyong was eager to try, and for some reason, he looked extremely happy: "They are all waiting for your encouragement. Why don't you say a few words in front of everyone!"

Zeng Yaxian stood there blankly, feeling the mocking yet intense gazes of the soldiers in front of her, her heart pounding like a drum.

Her fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly, but she stammered and couldn't utter a single word.

Finally, all that could be heard from her barely audible voice was, "I...I don't know what to say..."

"However, my parents said that soldiers drink a bowl of wine before going into battle to bolster their courage and bid farewell... You have come all this way, weary from your journey, all for the sake of the Zeng family, so let me pour you a good bowl of wine!"

As soon as Zeng Yaxian finished speaking, the previously quiet scene was filled with the loud laughter of the men.

Zeng Yaxian then took the nanny to the small kitchen to get the wine.

Zhao Qingshu smiled slightly and then gestured for others to follow Zeng Yaxian: "The wine is heavy. After all, Madam is a woman who lives in the capital and has never lifted a finger. I'm afraid she can't even carry enough wine for two people, let alone so many of us!"

The others laughed, saying that Zhao Qingshu truly loved his wife.

Zhao Qingshu nodded and then said a few more inspiring words in front of everyone.

When Zeng Yaxian returned to the courtyard with the wine, she heard Zhao Qingshu still talking non-stop, almost making the soldiers in front of him completely absorbed.

Zeng Yaxian served the wine cup by cup into bowls, and the maids and nannies handed the bowls filled with wine to the soldiers in the courtyard.

Only at the very end did Zeng Yaxian hand the remaining three bowls of wine to Zhao Qingshu, Zeng Ziyong, and her cousin.

Zeng Ziyong took the wine from Zeng Yaxian, and for some unknown reason, he laughed heartily twice, then raised the bowl high in his hand again:

"Brothers, look closely! This is General Zeng's eldest daughter, Miss Zeng Yaxian, who personally poured us this wine! I hope we return in triumph!"

"Tell me, should we drink this wine or not?"

The soldiers laughed loudly, and their eyes and voices made Zeng Yaxian feel inexplicably stung.

"Hahaha! We should drink! We should drink! We absolutely must drink!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Victory! Triumphant return!"

After saying this, Zeng Ziyong was about to drink the strong liquor in the bowl in one gulp.

But Zhao Qingshu suddenly reached out and stopped everyone's actions.

He turned his head and looked at Zeng Yaxian's sweaty face with a smile, then said gently, "Yaxian, actually, you should drink the first sip of wine. See how much they trust you."

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