Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Emperor Yongzheng stood with his hands behind his back in front of a huge map, his gaze lingering on the location of the Dzungar Khanate.

The crushing defeat he suffered in the ninth year of Emperor Yongzheng's reign in his previous life remained a thorn in his side.

With the national treasury now full and the new grain harvest plentiful, the firearms being produced day and night by the armory have reached a considerable scale...

In a few days, he will definitely avenge himself!

He lightly traced the Gobi Desert on the map with his fingertips, a sharp glint in his eyes.

This time, he wanted to show the Dzungars what true thunderous wrath was.

A sudden autumn breeze blew outside the hall, swirling a few yellow leaves and pattering them against the windowpane, like the gentle beating of war drums.

Inside the hall, candlelight flickered, and Prime Minister Yunxiang, Grand Secretary Ma Qi, Grand Councilor Zhang Tingyu, and Minister of War stood on either side, their expressions solemn.

"Now that the national treasury is full and firearms are plentiful, this is the perfect opportunity to reorganize the military." Yongzheng turned around, his fingers lightly tapping the table, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"I intend to redeploy generals across the country, replace weapons and equipment, and place reliable individuals in key regions. What do you, my esteemed ministers, think?"

Yunxiang spoke first: "Your Majesty's suggestion is excellent. In recent years, the quality of troops stationed in various places has varied greatly, and the generals are deeply entrenched in their own factions. If this is not rectified, it may become a hidden danger. However, this matter involves a wide range of issues, so we must proceed with caution."

Ma Qi pondered for a moment and added, "Your Majesty, the redeployment of generals can indeed prevent local forces from becoming too powerful, but a sudden change may cause dissatisfaction among some generals and even trigger unrest."

Zhang Tingyu nodded slightly: "Lord Ma is absolutely right. I think we can implement this step by step. First, under the guise of drills, we can summon generals from all over the country to the capital, and then assess them one by one, weeding out the weak and selecting the best. At the same time, we can take this opportunity to distribute new-style muskets, which will not only demonstrate the power and benevolence of the court, but also ensure that military power is firmly in the hands of the Emperor."

A hint of approval flashed in Yongzheng's eyes: "Minister Zhang's plan is very much to my liking. However, this matter needs to be resolved quickly and cannot be delayed. I have already ordered the Ministry of War to secretly manufacture a batch of flintlock muskets, which is enough to equip the elite troops."

Yunxiang continued, "Your Majesty, I suggest we start with the capital region and Zhili, and gradually expand outwards. The garrisons in these areas are the most crucial; if we can firmly control them, the rest will be less of a concern."

Yongzheng nodded: "What Thirteenth Brother said is absolutely right. Minister Ma, you are in charge of drafting the list of generals to be transferred. You must ensure that the core positions are held by loyal and reliable people."

Ma Qi cupped his hands and replied, "Your subject obeys the decree."

Yongzheng then looked at Zhang Tingyu: "Minister Zhang, you should work with the Ministry of War to formulate a detailed weapons distribution plan. The new muskets should be prioritized for my trusted troops, while other regions will be allocated according to their circumstances."

Zhang Tingyu solemnly replied, "Your Majesty, I will certainly not fail in your trust."

Yongzheng stood up, walked to the military defense map, and traced several key locations with his finger: "Shanhaiguan, Jiangning, Xi'an, Chengdu, these strategic locations must be absolutely secure. Thirteenth Brother, you will personally be in charge of adjusting the defenses of these places."

Yunxiang solemnly replied, "Your subject understands."

Yongzheng's gaze swept over the group, his tone firm: "This military reform is related to the stability of the Qing Dynasty. I do not want to hear any rumors leaking out, and I will not allow anyone to obstruct it."

The four replied in unison, "We will remember!"

After everyone had left, Yongzheng stood alone in the hall, gazing at the night outside the window, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

He knew that this operation would inevitably affect the interests of some people, but he would not allow anyone to obstruct it.

In his previous life, he defeated the Dzungars, and from then on he understood that the Qing Dynasty was not strong enough to contend with the Dzungars, whether in terms of logistics or military equipment.

The Dzungars had advanced weapons provided by Europe, were familiar with the grassland environment, and frequently waged guerrilla warfare, causing large-scale casualties among the Qing army. In addition, Russia and various European countries were also eager to make moves... which made the Dzungars hesitant and timid.

Moreover, the Qing Dynasty's economy was too backward at the time, and the people were exploited by officials to the point that they could not even get enough to eat, so there was no surplus food to give to the army.

In this life, with Yun'er by my side, everything is different.

Thinking of Yun'er, his tense expression eased slightly.

Tomorrow is the baby's third-day celebration. He hasn't named the child yet, so he sits at his desk, opens a thick dictionary, and gently runs his fingertips across the pages, his gaze focused and tender.

A moment later, he smiled slightly, picked up his brush, and wrote two names on the rice paper:

The son is named Hongyao: the character "yao" means the brilliance of the sun, bright and dazzling. We wish him a future like the rising sun, illuminating the mountains and rivers of the Qing Dynasty.

The daughter's name is Tana, which means "pearl" in Mongolian, symbolizing her as a precious gem in the palm of one's hand, wishing her a lifetime of cherishment and lasting blessings. Her Han name is "Zhaohua," meaning as brilliant as a pearl, shining brightly throughout the world.

This is his most precious treasure, and he will definitely give them the best.

After putting down his brush, Yongzheng carefully folded the Xuan paper and got up to walk towards Yanxi Palace.

Upon entering the palace, he saw Lin Yun leaning against the couch, playing with two children. His brows relaxed, and he said softly, "Yun'er, I have chosen names for the children."

Lin Yun raised her eyes, smiling brightly: "I'm listening."

Emperor Yongzheng unfolded the Xuan paper and read aloud: "The sixth prince's name is 'Hongyao,' the seventh princess's Mongolian name is 'Tana,' and her Han name will be 'Zhaohua.'"

Lin Yun repeated softly, her fingertips gently stroking the child's face: "Hongyao, Zhaohua... what beautiful names."

Yongzheng bent down and embraced her, his gaze falling on the sleeping faces of the two children. He sighed softly, "May they be blessed by heaven and earth, live in peace and joy, and have no worries for the rest of their lives."

The baby in her arms seemed to understand, babbling and waving its little hand, which made the emperor and empress exchange a smile.