No matter how confused everyone was, apart from Jiang Zhaorong, no one else dared to step forward and go to Jinzhou, so the candidate was decided.

In the imperial study, Jiang Zhiyu was not surprised at all when he heard the news.

[The scumbag dad went to verify it, but it's a pity. No matter how much he investigates, there will only be one result.]

emperor:"……"

Verification? What verification?

He suddenly felt tired.

It seemed that since he heard Zhiyu's inner thoughts, the words he spoke most often were questions.

This is really...

Jiang Zhiyu just complained and stopped talking. Although the emperor wanted to enjoy the show, there was another thing in front of him at the moment.

If Mobei really calls for the surrender of seven cities, will he release Boer or not?

At the same time, the diplomatic envoys who were housed in a house in the south of the city also gathered in the house to discuss.

Torre sat in the main seat, his face filled with annoyance. The Mobei envoy sat beside him, holding a secret report in his hand. His face was pale.

A counselor beside him whispered, "But over in Mobei..."

The Mobei envoy shook his head. "No, Mobei has its own Khan in charge. Even if the other tribes have second thoughts, they won't act so hastily."

The counselor breathed a sigh of relief, and Torre sneered softly, "Since Mobei is safe, then that must be my disappointing brother?"

The Mobei envoy laughed dryly. "As the prince said, according to the secret report, even if we offer seven cities, Emperor Tianqi has no intention of releasing Prince Boer."

Everyone in the room had different expressions, and Torre breathed a sigh of relief.

He beamed, his tone even tinged with excitement. "Isn't this perfect? ​​A useless prince captured by an enemy nation doesn't need to be rescued. We should go to the palace as soon as possible to negotiate with Emperor Tianqi and exchange four cities for the antidote. Then we can return to Mobei as soon as possible."

The Mobei envoy gave a wry smile and looked around. Everyone's expressions showed agreement.

Mobei has always respected the strong. Although Bol has always been capable, it is an indisputable fact that he has now been captured by Tianqi.

What's more, seven cities are too many and too uneconomical.

The Mobei envoy pursed his lips, his eyes cold. "Prince, please be careful with your words. Have you forgotten everything the Khan instructed? You must bring back both the prince and the antidote. Not one less!"

Torre tutted softly.

The room fell silent for a moment. The counselor had an idea: "According to the current situation, the emperor may not release the prisoners even if we capture seventy cities, let alone seven. In my opinion, it is better to take the risk and find out the prince's location... and break the prison!"

The others all felt a pang of fear in their hearts, and looked at him with a hint of surprise.

Only Torre looked at him with a bit of appreciation.

"this……"

The Mobei envoy paused for a moment, and there was some hesitation in his words. Although it was a solution, robbing the prison in Tianqi's territory...

The counselor clenched his fists and advised, "This is the only way. If we can rescue Prince Bol, we won't be so controlled by others."

What he said made sense. Just as the Mobei envoy was about to speak, there was a hurried knock on the door.

Everyone fell silent immediately, their eyes fixed on the door. The Mobei envoy pricked up his ears and listened for a moment. When he was sure that it was the secret code he had told his confidant, he breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.

The confidant came to the side of the Mobei envoy and whispered something. Torre's eyes were deep and the Mobei envoy was also stunned.

After he finished speaking, he stepped aside. The Mobei envoy looked around and, facing everyone's puzzled gazes, said softly, "Jiang Zhaorong, please go to Jinzhou."

Everyone knew what Jinzhou was like now. Jiang Zhaorong was the Prime Minister, yet she asked for...

On the other hand, Jiang Zhaorong ordered her servants to prepare her luggage as soon as she returned home. The others also heard that Jiang Zhaorong was going to Jinzhou, and they were all frightened for a while.

Since Xu Youran left the mansion, Du Yuelan was also released from house arrest. The affair between Jiang Zhaorong and Taohong was no longer a secret in the prime minister's mansion. Although their relationship had not been officially established, in the eyes of the servants, she was already treated like a master.

The two had been fighting openly and secretly these days, making the Prime Minister's Mansion a mess, but when they heard that Jiang Zhaorong was going to Jinzhou, they immediately stopped fighting.

After thinking for a long time, the two of them entered the old lady's yard at the same time. One of them served her tea and the other massaged her shoulders, trying to please her.

"I haven't come to pay my respects to you in a few days. It's all my fault. Is the old lady in good health now?"

Du Yuelan poured tea with a bright smile on her face and concern in her eyes, as if she had forgotten how decisively she had slapped the old lady.

But the old lady didn't forget.

She snorted softly, her eyes darting across her like a knife. She ignored the teacup she offered and patted Taohong's hand: "I heard from the court doctor that you are pregnant?"

Du Yuelan paused for a moment, then withdrew her hand obediently without a trace of embarrassment on her face.

Taohong glanced at Du Yuelan secretly, her eyes full of pride. She touched her belly gently and said in a soft voice: "Yes, it's April now."

"Okay, okay, don't move around too much on weekdays. The important thing is to focus on taking care of your baby."

Taohong nodded shyly, and the old lady liked her more and more the more she looked at her.

It was worth it that he sent Taohong to Jiang Zhaorong's side. As soon as she saw this child, she knew she was a blessed person.

Not like the other one.

The old lady's eyes flickered as she hinted, "This is your first child, you must take good care of it. You are a blessed person, unlike some people who have been in the mansion for six years and still haven't gotten pregnant!"

Du Yuelan tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart and put on a smile on her face.

Taohong admired her appearance for a while before speaking, "Don't worry, old lady. I will take good care of her."

Upon hearing this name, the smile on Du Yuelan's face disappeared, and she looked at Taohong with a gloomy face.

The old lady didn't take her address to heart. She patted her hands again and then said, "What else?"

Tao Hong lowered her eyes and asked, "Old Madam, do you know that the Prime Minister asked to go to Jinzhou?"

"Jinzhou? What is he going to Jinzhou for?"

The old lady's illness has not been fully cured. In addition, Jiang Jian has been in prison for so long, and Jiang Zhaorong has no intention of releasing him, which makes her very upset.

In this situation, although she had heard of the epidemic, it was only limited to Shengjing, and she did not know the situation in Jinzhou.

Taohong exaggerated her story, frightening the old lady so much that she turned pale and shouted, "Nonsense!"

"Why didn't you come and tell me earlier?" the old lady cursed as she was helped out. "With the situation in Jinzhou, how could we ever come back? You guys still have the time to drink tea with me? Why don't you hurry and stop them?"