Chapter 352 Extra 8

That being said, it definitely couldn't be turned off. Everyone took a deep breath at the same time, gritted their teeth and continued to watch.

After that came the coronation ceremony and the selection of the queen.

Seeing this, Emperor Jingwen couldn't help but grimace.

In the past, he thought that Xiaojiu was just a prince. In addition, Emperor Jingwen himself wanted Xiaojiu to avoid the court struggles. Seeing that he liked the woman named Yao Zhi so much, he agreed.

It would be fine for Yao Zhi to be the princess. There aren't many people in Xiaojiu's house anyway, and the imperial concubine won't just stand there and watch. At most, she can assign a few more maids to help with the housekeeping, and there will surely not be any trouble. However, the queen is the mother of a country, so she can't make such a hasty decision.

Emperor Jingwen secretly wanted to choose someone else. As for Yao Zhi, it would be an honor to her by making her a noble concubine or something.

Anyway, in the mind of Emperor Jingwen, how could an emperor not have three palaces and six courtyards? Even if we look at the entire history, he can be said to be pure and unselfish. Even so, Emperor Jingwen had more than 20 concubines in his harem.

However, Emperor Jingwen had a nice idea, but the prince knew that if Xiaojiu could follow his father's wishes, he would no longer be Xiaojiu. In the entire royal family, he was the only one with a rebellious nature. How could he submit so easily?

As expected, the young man in the picture, despite the pressure from civil and military officials and royal family, named Yao Zhi as his queen.

Emperor Jingwen couldn't understand it, and Emperor Taicheng couldn't understand it either. The young emperor did understand it a little, but he was too young and his words didn't matter, so after thinking about it, he shut his mouth.

Emperor Jingwen felt awkward as he watched his youngest son, dressed in a black dragon robe, sitting high on the dragon throne, overlooking the civil and military officials in the palace. He had spent his entire life racking his brains to imagine that such a day would come.

But it must be said that Xiaojiu took after himself and his mother, and was born with a very good appearance. Now that he is the emperor, he really looks noble and heroic.

...Wait, is this still the child who was ignorant and made me worry so much? ?

Emperor Jingwen suddenly felt that the little prince, whom he had been worried about until his death, seemed to have grown up.

However, before Emperor Jingwen could finish his sigh, the envoys from Chen State and Beiting arrived. The expression on Emperor Jingwen's face, which originally showed a hint of relief for Xiaojiu's growth, suddenly froze.

Emperor Taicheng and the others standing by couldn't help but frown.

The Great Zhou is still plagued by the epidemic and is already in a state of panic. The arrival of envoys from the two countries at this time may be malicious.

The complicated feelings that had originally arisen from Xiaojiu's ascension to the throne were diluted a lot. After calming down, he found that the Great Zhou was indeed facing internal and external troubles, and the little emperor had left a really mess to his ninth uncle.

I just hope I can get through this smoothly, even if I suffer some injustice.

Emperor Jingwen and Emperor Taicheng thought so. After all, they had both been emperors and knew how to make choices. They knew that now was not a good time, so they chose to hold back their anger for the time being, thinking that no matter what conditions Chen and Beiting had, they could try to agree to them under the current circumstances, even if it meant ceding land...

Just as the two were thinking about something, soon, Chen Guo and Bei Ting put forward their respective conditions on the screen.

The State of Chen chose Princess Zhaocheng of Emperor Taicheng, while the State of Beiting wanted the seventh princess, Jianjian, who was the most beloved by Emperor Jingwen during his lifetime.

"You are going too far and have evil intentions!" This time, even the usually good-tempered prince got angry and shouted angrily.

Emperor Taicheng's face was as gloomy as water. He only had two children in his life, Ye Jin and Zhao Cheng. Although Zhao Cheng was just a princess, she was his only daughter after all, and also his blood. How could Emperor Taicheng not love her? He was afraid that Zhao Cheng would be wronged after his death, so he followed his father's example and directly issued an imperial decree, not allowing Zhao Cheng to marry. With Emperor Taicheng's temperament, his love was already very blatant. Now he was sitting here and heard Chen Guo's words with his own ears. He really wanted to tear them apart alive.

The second prince paused for a moment while holding the teacup, and commented calmly, "The strategy of sowing discord, choosing one of two options, can be said to be ruthless."

Xiaojiu encountered such a thing just after he ascended the throne. If it was not handled properly, what would happen to him, who was originally chosen temporarily, as the emperor?

But these are still minor matters. What the Second Prince cares more about is the attitude of the envoys of the two countries. Does the same request mean that the two countries have joined forces? If so, Xiao Jiu is afraid that he will be in danger.

"With Xiaojiu's personality, he would not promise both princesses away. Even though the plague has not subsided in the Great Zhou Dynasty, he would not be so cowardly."

The question is who to take and who to give up.

Emperor Taicheng knew it as well in his heart, but because it was too clear, he couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

Between a biological sister and a niece who is one level younger than her, even a fool would know which one to choose, let alone Xiaojiu who has always regarded the imperial concubine and the others as extremely important.

Despite this, when Emperor Taicheng saw He Xiang and others pressing the princess step by step and telling her to put state affairs first, he couldn't help but clench his fists, feeling sad.

When the Shangshu ordered them to choose "Ping" as their posthumous title, Emperor Taicheng was calm because it was expected. When he forgot about the little emperor who died at a young age, Emperor Taicheng remained calm because it was human nature.

But at this moment, facing the frightened Zhao Cheng, he felt sad and angry in his heart. He felt that people had left him and he felt that he was incompetent and could not even protect a mere princess.

Zhao Cheng is not even eleven years old this year, but they are pressing him step by step without mercy. How can these people have the heart to do this? !

Emperor Jingwen couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene. He felt distressed for a moment. This was the emperor. When things came to a critical moment, he had to let go even of his closest relatives...

Seeing the depressed atmosphere in the courtyard, the little emperor finally couldn't help but speak up: "Ninth Prince is not that kind of person! He will not send Sister Zhaocheng out to marry!"

Emperor Jingwen couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. It was impossible. No one could not see such a simple thing clearly.

[“Whether it’s Jianjian, Zhaocheng, or any other princess, I won’t give any of them away.”]

However, what Emperor Jingwen and his men heard was such a powerful statement.

Emperor Taicheng suddenly raised his head and looked at the young man in the picture with shock.

The fourth prince took a deep breath and said, "Is this a joke?"

Soon, Ye Shuo proved that there was no element of joke in his words, because next, he sent Jian Jian to bring people from the Supervisory Office to kill all the envoys from Beiting without leaving any alive. The envoys from the State of Chen who were also in the posthouse, separated only by a wall, were frightened to tears, could not even stand, and fled out of Shangjing in a tumbling manner.

With such a tough attitude, not to mention the Fourth Prince, even Emperor Jingwen, who had experienced many ups and downs, was shocked by him.

“…What courage.” The Second Prince let out a long breath, and for the first time in his life, he showed a different look.

Emperor Jingwen held his forehead with his hand. Although he felt happy in his heart, but...but this is not how a country should be governed!

Emperor Jingwen's mood was almost as angry and frustrated as Prime Minister He in the picture.

A total of 218 corpses were laid out right before their eyes. Now, even if He Xiang and his men didn't want to go to war with Beiting, it was impossible.

Emperor Taicheng couldn't help but think when he saw this, is there such a trick...

Anyway, the problem is already in front of us. Even if He Xiang and the others curse harshly, they still have to do their part in the end.

Emperor Jingwen had a complicated look in his eyes, but soon, something even more complicated happened to him.

When he heard the words "If they die, I die" and decided to lead the army in person, Emperor Jingwen wanted to rush into the King of Hell's Palace to discuss his return to the human world. He didn't understand what Xiaojiu was showing off. Although Xiaojiu was good at martial arts, it is impossible that the old Duke Zhenguo didn't teach him any real skills when he was a child, and then he had the queen, who was a top martial arts master, as a sparring partner for him, but... on the battlefield, swords and knives have no eyes. No matter how strong a person's martial arts are, how can he withstand thousands of troops?

However, it turns out that it really works.

Although Emperor Jingwen and his men did not know what the Lanchester equation was, they had to admit that it was really useful. As long as they knew the number of enemy troops and arranged their battle plans accordingly, they would be invincible.

Emperor Jingwen couldn't help but slap his thigh. His first reaction was, why didn't Xiaojiu take out such a good thing earlier? Then, after calming down a little, Emperor Jingwen smiled bitterly. Even if Xiaojiu took it out earlier, he couldn't believe it.

The matter was of great importance, and Emperor Jingwen would not listen to him. This kind of thing that had not been tested in practice could only be used without hindrance when he led the troops himself.

No matter how useful the Lanchester equation is, it is not as useful as Xiaojiu/Ninth Uncle’s brain.

He stood at the battlefield. Xia Ying was still there calculating how many people Beiting had sent to fight. Little Nine/Ninth Uncle glanced around and instantly got the answer.

[“A total of about 28,300 people. From left to right, the first phalanx has 3,400 people, the second phalanx has 2,700 people, and the third phalanx…”]

Emperor Jingwen subconsciously pressed the pause button, wanting to count whether Xiaojiu's calculation was correct. However, when he saw the densely packed people on the screen, he felt dizzy. After trying to distinguish them several times, Emperor Jingwen finally gave up.

There are so many people that I can’t even count them.

So now the question is, how did Xiao Jiu know this? Emperor Jingwen and others saw it clearly, his eyes rolled around a few times, and then he read out such a long string of numbers.

The young man in the paused screen looked nonchalant, as if his remarks were just a casual remark.

At this moment, all sounds stopped, except for the faint noise and bustle of ghosts on the street not far away.

Emperor Jingwen touched his chin and pulled out a few hairs of his beard with force. Looking at the hairs that had been pulled out by the roots in his hand, Emperor Jingwen fell into deep thought.

Emperor Taicheng and others standing by were also in deep thought.

Everyone was silent for a long time. After a while, the little emperor, who was the youngest and the least able to hide things, raised his hand and said weakly and tentatively: "Um...is the Ninth Prince...a little too powerful? Does it feel...different from usual?"

Then, the little emperor noticed that his grandfather and father's expressions suddenly became even uglier.