Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Zhao Min coldly: "You are here to ask for an official position. Xiao Zhao is already in prison, and you are still thinking about yourself. You are really selfish."

Zhao Min smiled and took a sip of wine: "Being imprisoned does not mean being beaten or starved."

"That Xiao Zhao is the Persian saint. Listen to the name, saint! She is definitely not the kind of person who gets beaten."

"The Ming Cult originated in Persia, and it can probably be traced back to the Tang Dynasty. It has basically not been honest in the past few hundred years. When I was in power, I also put a lot of thought into encircling and suppressing the Ming Cult. Do you still remember the six factions that surrounded Guangmingding? That was my work."

"I had planned everything, but I didn't expect that I helped not only Zhang Wuji but also a shameless vixen. Now I have to live under someone else's roof, and I have to endure someone's anger every day."

The past is still vivid in her mind. It was at that time that Zhou Zhiruo told a huge lie to the world, saying that she had done something shameful with Zhang Wuji, and then she achieved what she has today.

Zhou Zhiruo took a deep breath and said, "It happened more than ten years ago. I remember it better than you."

"But why are you saying such things?"

Zhao Min smiled and said, "Because that Miss Xiaozhao is the saint of the Persian Ming Cult. When talking about the Persian Ming Cult, how can we not mention our Ming Cult? Don't worry, although I no longer remember what Miss Xiaozhao looks like, she will be fine after all. It's just that she doesn't have much freedom."

"I just thought that some inheritance of the Persian Mingjiao must have been broken, and there are no more saints on our side. After thinking about it, I found that there is still one alive here. I have no choice but to take the risk."

Zhou Zhiruo glared at Zhao Min fiercely: "It's easy for you to say that, but in my opinion, you are cold-blooded. I wish it was you who was captured."

Zhao Min said disdainfully: "While my sister the Queen is away, I would like to make a boast. I am the leader of all women in the world. I am afraid that the person who can capture me has not been born yet."

"But I don't agree with what you said about being cold-blooded. I just want Zhang Wuji to handle this matter calmly. Xiaozhao's future depends entirely on the destiny of the Ming Dynasty. As long as we are strong enough, Xiaozhao will be safer. If we rashly send troops and fail, and Persia knows that we are no match for us, then Xiaozhao may never come back."

After hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo said indignantly: "That will never happen. We can't lose."

Zhao Min smiled and said, "Actually, I don't think so either, because now the group of people who kidnapped Xiao Zhao are waiting for Zhang Wuji's attitude. The tougher he is, the less likely the Persians will dare to act rashly."

After Zhao Min said this, she patted Zhang Wuji on the shoulder and said, "At this moment, some people are just like me back then, responsible for the rise and fall of a country and a clan. Therefore, the more times like this, the more you need to stay calm. I'm very relieved that you didn't go crazy and immediately send troops to conquer Persia, but I beg you to stay calm. You have to fight when it's time, but you have to be fully prepared before fighting."

"When I was defeated, at least there was a lustful person who felt sorry for me, so I can still be arrogant now. But some people, once they are defeated, can only keep their heads down."

Even if Zhang Wuji was a fool, he could tell who the "some people" Zhao Min was referring to were.

"Don't worry, I won't act impulsively."

Zhao Min smiled and said, "That's better. Otherwise, I will rely on my still useful body to make trouble with you."

After giving Zhang Wuji a few simple pointers, Zhao Min stood up and left. However, before she took a few steps, she stopped and said to Zhou Zhiruo, "By the way, if you, the vixen, were captured, I would definitely not be as calm as I am now."

"No matter how much we quarrel, it is a matter between us. If you are bullied by others, I will be the first one to disagree."

Maybe she drank too much, and people speak the truth when they are drunk, even someone like Zhao Min is no exception. Although her words were unpleasant, Zhou Zhiruo still felt warm in her heart after hearing them.

…

One month later.

The headquarters of the Persian Mingjiao.

"Get out, all of you get out."

A beautiful girl knocked over all the food in front of her.

The beautiful girl was wearing foreign clothes at the moment and she was very angry.

"You bunch of idiots, do you know who I am? How dare you kidnap me here when my man is out at war? Aren't you afraid of having your country destroyed?"

This angry girl is Xiao Zhao. She has been here for a long time, but still can't hide the anger in her heart.

At this moment, an old man holding a scepter said: "Saint, why do you say those nonsense? After all, you are just one of Zhang Wuji's many women."

"He may not like you that much, let alone start a war for you."

After hearing this, Xiao Zhao sneered: "Okay, I don't deny what you said. I am indeed just one of his many women, but you also have to look at who he is. He is the founding emperor of a great country."

"Even if I am not favored, I am still the face of the Ming Empire."

"If you know what's good for you, let me go back immediately. I can still plead for you idiots. If you still insist on colonizing, it will be too late when his troops arrive."

The old man holding the scepter was named Abusan, the great protector of the Persian Ming Cult. Strictly speaking, he was of the same level as Yang Xiao back then. In the Persian Ming Cult, there was no such thing as a leader, only a saint lord and a saintess. Xiao Zhao at this time was the so-called saintess, but she had just come to this place from the Ming Dynasty. Even as a saint, she had no prestige at all.

Abusan said: "Saintess, you have been in the Ming Dynasty for too long. You only see the power of the Ming Dynasty and forget the power of Persia. The Holy Lord has signed an alliance with the Emperor. From now on, the Persian Ming Cult and the Persian Empire will prosper and suffer together."

"Let me ask you, based on this, who in the world can be our opponent?"

Xiao Zhao was so angry that she was speechless. She wanted to point at Abusan's nose and scold him, but finally gave up: "Well, if we don't agree, there's no point in saying anything. So you just wait and see."

"After he returns to Ming Dynasty, he may send an envoy here. That will be your last chance. If you fail to seize that last chance, all that awaits you will be war."