Jiang Zhaorong smiled awkwardly.

The emperor looked at him and suddenly sighed: "My dear, you have given birth to a good daughter!"

Jiang Zhaorong: “???”

Alas, why is Jiang Zhiyu not his own daughter? The emperor thought to himself.

If that's the case, why would there be so much trouble? I could just bring her to court directly. Wouldn't it be obvious who among the civil and military officials in the court has rebellious intentions?

There had never been a precedent of allowing women to attend court during the Tianqi period. Now that the emperor wanted Jiang Zhiyu to attend court, there were too many factors to consider, and the court officials would inevitably oppose it.

If she were a princess, she wouldn't have to go through all these twists and turns.

The emperor sighed again, "My dear minister, I will not hide it from you. I want to invite Zhiyu to the court. Do you have any ideas?"

Jiang Zhaorong: “!!!”

What do you mean?! Not only did you make me offend that old man Sikong, you also made me stand against all the ministers!

If you want his life, just say so!

No need to beat around the bush. Just raise your sword and chop off the head.

Jiang Zhaorong roared inwardly, his face filled with fear and trepidation: "Your Majesty loves me, but I am young and don't know anything about the important affairs of the court..."

Hiss, Jiang Zhaorong paused, don’t you know...?

Officials are all smart people. Even if he didn't react just now, Jiang Zhaorong now figured it out after thinking about it this way.

He hid the look of fear in his eyes, lowered his head and remained silent.

Could it be...

…

Jiang Zhiyu came back to his senses and glared at He Yanting: "How about we make another bet? Will the emperor send troops again?"

He Yanting chuckled.

The atmosphere relaxed a bit, and He Yanting sat more casually. "Although I haven't met Third Miss many times, I always feel that Third Miss doesn't seem to like my face?"

"No, don't talk nonsense, it's your illusion."

Jiang Zhiyu directly denied the three allegations.

[What a joke! How could I say that to your face? I'm not stupid.]

[Let me tell you: Yes, yes, yes, I just don’t like your face because you look like the Zombie King!]

How could I possibly reveal this?

He Yanting: “…”

He hesitated to speak, you... have already revealed it.

But who is this Zombie King?

Why is the name so strange?

He was about to say something when he saw Jiang Zhiyu quickly stand up and pack his things.

"Okay, that's all for today. I won't be coming tomorrow. Mr. He, please remember to take a walk around the street after receiving the message."

He Yanting curled his fingertips slightly, suppressing the strange emotions in his heart: "Of course."

His voice sounded a little strange. Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him and didn't see anything unusual.

【I must have heard it wrong.】

She took a step and walked out the door.

…

Jiang Zhiyu collapsed on the bed as soon as he returned to the prime minister's residence. It was not that he didn't want to go to the clinic, but after making a bet with Lu Daizong that day, everyone was taking a wait-and-see attitude.

Jiang Zhiyu saw several men with trembling legs coming out of Zuiyue Cage. They stopped in front of the clinic for a moment and then left in a huff.

It seems that we can only wait for Lu Daizong's publicity.

One of the advantages of dressing up as a young lady from a prime minister's mansion is that she can live a life of luxury!

As she fell asleep, she had no idea that Jiang Zhaorong was almost dying of anxiety.

The emperor was extremely determined about Zhiyu entering the court, and no matter how hard Jiang Zhaorong tried to persuade him, he was unable to change his mind.

This is not good.

If the emperor could really hear Zhiyu's inner thoughts, then his intention to let her enter the court would be obvious.

But doing so is equivalent to pushing the young fish to the forefront.

Although no one has more power than the emperor, if such power were to be leaked, who wouldn't be tempted and want to possess it?

Jiang Zhaorong looked solemn.

And right now, there is the most important point. There is only one day left. Why hasn’t the news of the earthquake in Mobei come yet?

…

In the blink of an eye, it was already late at night. Walking around the courtyard, it was a completely different world.

The mountains stand tall, and after turning the corner, a vast plain appears before your eyes.

In the military tent, Jiang Wenjing, the second son of the Jiang family, was drinking and having fun with the soldiers.

The recent ceasefire gave them a rare opportunity to relax, and there were very few activities in the barracks, which were nothing more than martial arts competitions, drinking and bragging.

Jiang Wenjing's background was different from these generals. Most of the other generals were born in humble families and admired him very much.

Whenever they drank, they would always pester him to talk about things in Beijing, and use their imagination to piece together the Shengjing in their minds.

After drinking, everyone's words and actions became more casual, and their light armor was casually untied and piled together.

The people in the tent were all Jiang Wenjing's trusted aides, and they spoke without restraint: "What on earth is the old emperor thinking? A few days ago, he acted like he would never give up unless we fought those barbarians back home, and now the next second, he wants us to hold the defense line again? It's so frustrating, so frustrating!"

The man sitting to Jiang Wenjing's right smiled when he heard this: "Who says it's not true? Just a few more steps and we'll really be at their hometown!"

Everyone in the tent burst into laughter. Someone jokingly said, "Hey, you're different today. In the past, when you talked about war, you always said peace was the most important thing. What's wrong now?"

He picked up the wine bowl, drank it in one gulp, and nudged the arm of the person next to him: "Could it be that you want to go to that barbarian's hometown and kidnap a beautiful girl?"

The people below immediately started to make a fuss, causing the man to blush.

Jiang Wenjing intervened: "Okay, Ji Tong is a man of few reputations, so stop bothering him."

There was a sudden booing in the tent, and someone shouted, "I heard that the old emperor suddenly changed his mind because he heard from a capable person in the capital that something might happen on the way to the Northern Expedition!"

Jiang Wenjing frowned, trying not to shake the morale of the troops. He only told the news to a few of his confidants. Logically speaking, this person should not know about it.

how……

Jiang Wenjing glanced at everyone with a puzzled look.

They had all been drinking quite a bit, and the alcohol was rushing straight to their heads, making them speak even more rudely: "Bullshit! What's going on? It's just that the old emperor is scared!"

Although the emperor is far away, this is not something that can be said in public. Jiang Wenjing said in a low voice: "Be careful with your words!"

Awakened by his warning, the man who spoke swallowed his saliva, and knowing that he had said something extremely outrageous, he sat down obediently and dared not say another word.

Jiang Wenjing sighed softly, "Everyone is drunk. Don't spread what happened today. Pack up and go get some rest. We'll train as usual tomorrow!"

"yes!"

Everyone agreed and packed up their things neatly.

As the night drew to a close and everyone was soundly asleep, a loud noise broke through the air, the earth began to tremble, and the sleeping soldiers were awakened.

Jiang Wenjing ran out. He didn't need very good eyesight to see the mountains collapsing in the distance and huge rocks rolling down.

The crowd gasped: "It's true, the earthquake is happening!"

Jiang Wenjing waved his hand: "Quick, pack up your things and retreat another 500 meters! Come on, ride a fast horse and send a message back to the capital!"