But this time they were all unanimous, and all of them were directed at Dongling's people.

However, the old minister of Dongling faced three thousand insults with his back straight and his eyes cold, and he was not moved at all.

He raised his head suddenly, looking at the dragon throne at the highest point, and said in a loud and resounding voice: "Your Majesty, will you take it?"

"Haha." Emperor Wei Zhao smiled with a fake smile, his eyes calm, "Since the King of Dongling cares so much about my Wei Zhao Kingdom, I will naturally accept your kindness. Lord Nangong, have you finished speaking? You can leave now if you are done."

Nangong Ruizheng's eyes flashed with disappointment. He knew that this was the end of the matter today, so he lowered his body and saluted. "Then until the murderer is found, I will stay in Wei Zhaoguo and assist Wei Zhaoguo to fulfill the wish of our monarch."

"Bah. We, Wei Zhao, want your Dongling Kingdom to pretend to be friendly? But everyone knows Sima Zhao's intentions! A defeated country actually has the nerve to come to our Wei Zhao's court!"

A courtier pointed at Nangong Ruizheng's back and cursed.

Nangong Ruizheng remained unmoved and walked out of the court step by step.

Seeing Nangong Ruizheng being so forbearing, the other ministers could not help it either. They pointed at his back and cursed him more foully than the other, wishing they could jump over and grab Nangong Ruizheng's beard and curse him.

"He is just a defeated general of Wei Zhao's!"

"I don't know who led three thousand soldiers to kneel before my King Zhaoyong of Wei in the past eighteen years and begged to sign a war-free agreement!"

"Why are you pretending to be so hypocritical now? The people of Dongling Country are really wolves!"

When he could no longer see the people, the emperor said calmly, "You must not criticize the envoys."

The court was about to end, but the ministers started arguing again, arguing that they must teach Dongling a lesson, so that the other six countries would not look down on Wei Zhaoguo and so on...

Wei Zhao held his forehead with his hand, his face full of annoyance.

Until a clear voice sounded.

"Your Majesty, I think this is not possible. Eighteen years ago, His Royal Highness Prince Yong signed a Hundred Years of Peace Treaty with Dongling State. Dongling State's move is clearly intended to provoke us and tear up the contract.

The Dongling Kingdom has always been resentful of the defeat. Over the past decade or so, it has been recruiting soldiers and developing national strength in order to defeat Wei Zhao and avenge its previous defeat.

Nangong Rui is the current head of the Nangong family. He is highly respected in Dongling and has students all over the world. He obviously wants to use his own life to put Wei Zhao in an unjust position. Dongling will send troops and the treaty will naturally be broken. "

The voice of Crown Prince Wei Wuji was clear and upright, like a blow to the ministers' heads!

Yes, why didn’t they think that the old man Nangong Ruizheng was obviously trying to provoke them on purpose!

When everyone suddenly realized what was going on, they felt an almost imperceptible sense of admiration in their hearts.

For Dong Ling, he was willing to die.

If it were them...

With such a loyal minister, it is no wonder that Dongling’s national strength has made rapid progress in the past decade.

The emperor's gloomy brows finally relaxed. "What a bunch of rubbish! Fortunately, Wei Zhao still has the crown prince. If it were just you, the country would have perished long ago."

Wei Wuji bowed his head and said respectfully, "I am terrified."

The court meeting was thus dispersed.

The Minister of Rites staggered out of the court, his old face looking frighteningly pale.

The Minister of Revenue, who had been confronting him before, was no longer aggressive. Instead, he patted him on the shoulder and sighed.

The emperor left the court and went straight to the princess's mansion.

The light in the hall was dim and the strong smell of medicine made people's eyes hurt. The palace servants wanted to salute, but the emperor raised his hand, shook his head, and indicated that there was no need for the ceremony.

Wei Linglong is still in a coma.

The girl's face was as pale as paper, and the veins on the back of her exposed hands were crisscrossed and her joints were frighteningly protruding.

These were originally a pair of pampered hands.

The emperor stood by the bed with his hands behind his back, staring down at Wei Linglong.

After a while, he spoke solemnly, "Linglong? What did you see? And what did you say to Wei Xiuchu?"