It was obvious that Zhou Zhiruo wanted to blatantly use someone else to teach Gong Yu a lesson, but it seemed that except for her, no one else among the sisters present had this intention. Even Zhao Min did not intend to pursue the matter.

Zhou Zhiruo felt helpless, but at this time, Gong Yu walked towards her and said, "Sister Zhou, you are too stingy. I have come thousands of miles away and finally got here. Instead of talking to me about family matters, you always want to teach me a lesson. How can you be a sister like this?"

Zhou Zhiruo was speechless. Looking at Gong Jiu's harmless smile, she finally gave up the idea of ​​teaching her a lesson.

We are sisters. If it were me, I would definitely make the same choice as her. Could it be that the reason why I want to teach her a lesson is really because of jealousy?

When did I become so petty?

"Forget it. It seems like you're having a hard time. Go and have a rest in the carriage. We can talk about it tonight if there's anything."

Zhang Wuji also said: "Yu'er, you should go and rest soon. You'd better have a good rest in the carriage before the sun sets today. Otherwise, I'm afraid my mind will be on you."

Gong Yu quickly waved her hands: "Your Majesty, please don't. I am just a little girl. You are the king of a country. A little woman like me is not worth your energy."

Gong Yu has always kept her own status and worth very low. Perhaps her other sisters also have the same idea as her, but I am afraid that Gong Yu is the only one who dares to say in public that she is just a little woman and insignificant.

"Hmph, you're the only one who knows how to talk. The more I look at you, the more I dislike you. Why didn't I have the heart to slap you hard on the battlefield back then? Now, you make me feel embarrassed to do anything."

"Get back to the car and rest."

Zhao Min didn't know whether she was really angry or just pretending, but Gong Yu didn't care: "Sister Min'er, don't be angry. You won't be beautiful when you are angry. I'll get in the car now."

…

Zhao Min only breathed a sigh of relief when Gong Yu obediently returned to the carriage to rest.

"This vixen is becoming more and more disobedient. When we return to Beijing, I must give her a good beating."

Zhao Linger smiled and said, "It seems that Sister Min'er still doesn't understand her. After Sister Gong returns to Beijing, she will definitely be the most honest one among our group of sisters."

"As long as she is by the young master's side, no one among us can find fault with her."

…

Gong Yu obediently returned to the carriage to rest. She was really exhausted recently. As soon as her head touched the pillow in the carriage, she fell asleep. Gong Yu slept very peacefully, as if she hadn't felt so at ease for a long time, because she was finally back to Zhang Wuji. As long as that man was by her side, she would feel very at ease.

…

In the Persian imperial city, Altai looked at the battle reports on the two fronts and couldn't help frowning.

"What's going on? Why is that bastard Timur fighting so fiercely, as if he doesn't care about the casualties of his own soldiers at all."

"By doing this, isn't he making things easier for Zhang Wuji?"

The Persian minister on the side said: "Your Majesty, according to the information brought back by our spies, it is said that Timur has already offered his daughter to Zhang Wuji."

Altai was stunned for a moment: "How could such a thing exist?"

"Shouldn't Zhang Wuji call Timur "Father-in-law"? "

The Persian minister smiled bitterly and said: "Your Majesty, what you said makes sense, but how can emperors call each other father-in-law?"

"The difference in strength between Timur and Zhang Wuji is obvious at a glance. It must be that Timur gave his daughter to Zhang Wuji in order to consolidate his relationship with him."

Altai said disdainfully: "What is a woman to an emperor?"

"Even if I lose, the two families will definitely turn against each other."

The Persian minister was speechless. Yes, a woman was nothing to an emperor, but didn't you, the emperor, choose to go to war with the Ming Dynasty because of a woman?

…

The next day, at the Persian Mingjiao headquarters, all the elders present today received Altai's decree. The content of the decree was very simple. Altai wanted to summon them to discuss matters.

The elders looked at each other in bewilderment at the decree before them.

"What? Do you want us to take action so soon?..."

Similarly, after hearing the news, Xiao Zhao naturally couldn't help but laugh at it.

"What's wrong? Haven't the elders been looking forward to the coming of war? Why are you afraid now that the war is so close?"

"Don't worry, my man has always been decisive in doing things. He doesn't like things like slow slicing. After you are defeated, you will just get a knife on your neck, and the pain will soon go away."

The elders of the Persian Mingjiao were speechless after hearing this. Ever since the saint girl returned to Persia, she had never said a word that pleased them. Whenever they met, she would make sarcastic remarks. After a long time, even people with good tempers would eventually become unbearable.

"Saintess, please recognize your place. After all, Zhang Wuji has come from afar. I have 300,000 soldiers from the Persian Empire and hundreds of masters from the Persian Ming Cult to help us. No matter how many people come from Zhang Wuji's side, we will make sure he never returns."

"Really?" Xiao Zhao sneered: "The Emperor of Japan thought so too. In the end, his country was destroyed and his family was ruined. He died a miserable death."

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