The emperor's decree arrived at the official residence as quickly as expected.
The bright yellow silk was unfolded, but the contents made Zhao Muyun, who was lying on the sickbed, force out an extremely bitter smile.
"Your loyalty and bravery are commendable. I feel deeply sorry for the bloodshed of the soldiers and civilians of Shuozhou."
"I hereby decree: Once the Tartars of Shuozhou have withdrawn and the northern border has settled, I will personally officiate your marriage to Princess Qinghe in the capital!"
"I hope you can rest assured and recover quickly, so that you can make new contributions to the country! I decree this!"
The shrill voice of the eunuch delivering the imperial decree was still echoing in his ears, but Zhao Muyun was already struggling to kowtow and express his gratitude.
He lowered his head, and no one saw the bitter smile of endless mockery on the corner of his mouth.
Shuozhou retreats?
Behind the emperor's light words were mountains of corpses and seas of blood of countless soldiers on the walls of Shuozhou City!
Officiate a wedding?
This is clearly a gorgeous shackle, the emperor wants to tie him up completely in the capital, under the nose of imperial power.
At the same time, this marriage would bind him tightly to the Prince of Jin's Mansion, making him the perfect tool for the emperor to check and balance the prince!
Once you are in the capital, you have no choice.
This quagmire in the court is far more dangerous than the battlefield in Shuozhou.
He raised his head, his expression now respectful and calm. "Your Majesty, I, Zhao Muyun, bow to thank you for your grace! I will do my utmost to live up to your expectations!"
The voice was steady, without any ripples.
After the eunuch who delivered the imperial edict left, Zhao Muyun leaned back on the couch tiredly.
Tang Yanhai looked at him worriedly: "Boss Zhao, we..."
Zhao Muyun waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.
Just then, there was a very slight sound from the window.
A figure slid into the room silently like a civet cat blending into the shadows. It was Miss Bingbing, the captain of the Yebushou Yehu Group.
She saw Zhao Muyun's face was as pale as gold paper, full of worry: "Sir, how is your injury?"
"It's just a little poison wound, no big deal!" Zhao Muyun smiled faintly.
Bingbing bowed but didn't say anything. Tang Yanhai went out and closed the door.
She walked to the bed and helped Zhao Muyun up, her eyes full of concern.
Zhao Muyun understood the feelings of his mentor's daughter at this moment.
But he was now in the capital city, which was fraught with danger. The soldiers of Shuozhou were fighting bloody battles, and the affairs of the princess were complicated. He had not thought about this at all.
"Thank you, that's good!" Zhao Muyun thanked Bingbing politely. "Tell me, what have you discovered during your time in the capital?"
Bingbing held onto Zhao Muyun's arm and refused to let go. "The Yebushou have already begun to infiltrate various parts of the capital, and there has also been progress within the Imperial City."
"We have recruited several palace maids and eunuchs. Although they are not core members, they are well-informed."
Zhao Muyun's eyes flashed: "Well done! Any important news?"
Bingbing leaned closer, her voice lowered with a hint of strangeness: "I accidentally discovered something that is quite strange."
"Your Majesty has recently embarked on a massive construction project, building a palace for Concubine Xiao in a secluded area of the Western Garden. This has cost a huge amount of money."
"And... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince secretly traveled to the Western Garden the day before yesterday... Someone saw from afar that the Crown Prince and Concubine Xiao... seemed to have met by chance under the moonlight. Although it was only for a moment, their behavior... seemed unusually intimate."
Zhao Muyun's originally calm pupils suddenly contracted!
Like a dazzling flash of lightning in the dark night!
Emperor Yongchang is old, Concubine Xiao is young and beautiful, and the palace is lonely...
Crown Prince Yin Zhao is in his prime... They met by chance under the moon, and behaved intimately... The meaning behind this is really thought-provoking!
This is a shocking scandal that is enough to overturn the entire court!
It is also... a fatal blade stabbing towards the prince!
After the huge shock, an irrepressible ecstasy instantly surged into Zhao Muyun's heart!
This is truly a godsend! He suppressed his turbulent emotions, his voice slightly hoarse with excitement:
"Miss Bingbing, we must dig deeper into this matter! Get more solid evidence!"
"Evidence, physical evidence, time and location... the more detailed the better!"
"Remember, this matter is top secret! I am the only one responsible!"
"I understand!"
Bingbing nodded heavily, looked at Zhao Muyun deeply, and her figure once again quietly merged into the shadows.
......
On the top of Shuozhou City, the sun on the fourth day seemed to be blood-red.
Zhong Dahu's three thousand Shuozhou soldiers were reduced to less than a thousand, all of them were injured, and the city defense was crumbling.
At the huge gap, the Tartars rushed in wave after wave like sharks smelling blood.
"Captain Han! Let us go!"
After Wu Shangzhi left, he left behind the deputy captain Guo Luo who commanded 900 cavalrymen. His eyes were red and the veins on his hand holding the Embroidered Spring Knife were bulging.
Behind him followed the centurions of nine cavalry battalions, each of their eyes burning with pent-up anger.
"Yes, Captain Han! One hundred brothers of the Modao Battalion, our swords are sharpened and our blood is boiling! Let's go fill that gap and chop down those sons of bitches!"
Xi Sheng, the commander of the Modao Camp, was a tower-like man from Longxi, with a hoarse voice like the roar of a trapped beast.
Han Zhong leaned against the blood-soaked parapet, his face pale and the white cloth wrapped around his chest had long since turned dark red.
He looked at the huge gap that looked like the entrance to hell, listened to the deafening shouts and screams of his own soldiers as they died, his teeth clenched and blood seeped from the corners of his mouth.
Didn't he want these elite troops to attack?
That is the sharp blade of counterattack!
But if we jump into the gap at this moment, we will be instantly swallowed up by the Tartars' huge crowd, and our last trump card will be wasted!
He must wait!
Waiting for the slim chance of reinforcements! Waiting for an opportunity to attack from both inside and outside!
“No… allowed!”
Han Zhong squeezed out two words from between his teeth. Although his voice was weak, it carried an unquestionable iron-blooded military order, "Hold your positions for me! It's not time yet!"
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