Nangong Jingyao was still unable to stand up. He leaned against the prison cart, raised his head to face the emperor, and his eyes remained arrogant.
"Why? Why do you ask me why? You only have eyes for Nangong Qing, when have you ever thought about me?"
In terms of ability, I am clearly more qualified than Nangong Qing to take over the throne, but what about you, Father?
He only favored him, never once did he look at me.
The emperor was heartbroken, and tears finally streamed down his face.
"You beast, you beast... Qing'er only wants to be a carefree prince, she would never fight with you for it."
But now you have disappointed me greatly. You actually dared to stage a coup. I really don't know what else you wouldn't dare to do.
Faced with the emperor's attitude, Nangong Jingyao laughed disdainfully.
"Hahahaha... I just want what's mine, am I wrong? I'm not wrong..."
Enraged, the emperor grabbed the prison cart with both hands: "You... what do you have that truly belongs to you? Only what I give you truly belongs to you. You have dared to harbor such greedy desires..."
"Yes, from beginning to end, Father never intended to give it to me, so I had no choice but to take it myself."
"The victor is king, the loser is a bandit; now that I'm in your hands, my life or death is entirely up to you."
Before the emperor could finish speaking, Nangong Jingyao interrupted him.
"Unrepentant, unrepentant..."
The emperor actually uttered the most offensive words, even though he originally intended to pass the throne to Nangong Jingyao.
But look at what he did: he killed his wife and brother, and plunged the entire country into crisis.
The life of a princess requires the lives of countless soldiers to protect the country.
Adding to the disappointment was his attempt to force the emperor to abdicate at this crucial moment.
The feeling of a parent outliving their child is something not everyone can understand.
"Guards, take Nangong Jingyao to the prison and serve him wine."
No matter what, he was still his own son, and the emperor could never bring himself to leave him with a whole body.
Nangong Jingyao had considered this outcome, but when the moment actually arrived, he was still unwilling to accept it.
Although he knew he was being used by Bei Liang, no amount of explanation would help.
Human lives are at stake, and everything is pinned on him; he can't clear his name no matter what.
"Hahahaha...hahaha..."
The emperor turned and took a few steps, but when he heard Nangong Jingyao laughing loudly inside the prison cart, he stopped and turned to point at him.
"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"
"Hahaha...hahaha..."
Nangong Jingyao laughed for a while before finally speaking: "Hahaha... I think I'm ridiculous, and Father Emperor, you're ridiculous too, hahaha..."
After laughing, he continued, "Father, you sit on a high throne, yet you are blind and deaf. There are some things you can't understand now, and you'll never understand in the future, hahaha..."
Nangong Jingyao knew perfectly well that this was just a conspiracy by Beiliang, but he wouldn't tell the emperor.
If Beiliang really conquers Nanning, what he can't have, Nangong Qing can't have either.
"Nonsense! Take him away!"
At the emperor's command, the imperial guards carried away the insane Nangong Jingyao.
Nanning is now in a predicament; even if the emperor is physically and mentally exhausted, he cannot collapse.
"Your Majesty, the war has ended. You must pull yourself together," said Prime Minister Yan.
The emperor has returned to the dragon throne, and the situation in the palace has stabilized, but Beichuan City continues to cause him great anxiety.
"Grand Minister of Agriculture, Deputy Grand Minister of Agriculture, how are the provisions prepared for Prince Yu?"
The grain was burned for hundreds of kilometers. Nanning provided a batch of grain to the people, and the firefighting also cost a considerable amount of money.
The national treasury recently spent money to build a reservoir, resulting in a serious deficit for the treasury.
The Grand Minister of Agriculture and Su Luo stepped forward and replied, "Your Majesty, the provisions are still being prepared."
The Grand Minister of Agriculture made it sound nice that preparations were still underway, but in reality, there was no grain or provisions left.
“Father, the national treasury is empty, but I run several businesses in the private sector, and I am willing to donate all of my assets.”
"By utilizing the Shen family's merchant guild, we will purchase grain from the merchants to supply Prince Yu in his fight against the enemy."
"Good, with such a magnanimous heart, I believe Prince Yu will be able to defend Beichuan City."
Seeing that Nangong Qing had donated his entire fortune, people in the court naturally followed suit and donated a considerable amount of money as well.
"Your Majesty, I would also like to do my part," Prime Minister Yan said, bowing deeply.
"Your Majesty, I am willing to donate half a year's salary."
"I am also willing..."
Su Luo didn't speak, but in the entire court, she was the one most worried about Nangong Chiyu.
It was one thing for the ministers to donate silver, but she had already thought of the method that Nangong Qing mentioned.
Based on her many years of business experience, she knows that the merchants are selling old rice, and this year, the people seem to be feeling the effects of the drought.
Even those with surplus grain at home are unwilling to sell it, and the imperial court's tax revenue will have to wait for some time.
The provisions that Nangong Chiyu and his group took away were only enough for one month's consumption. Nanning was now in a situation where even if you had money, you couldn't buy provisions.
Under these circumstances, Su Luo was more anxious than anyone else.
...
A month later, the imperial court sent another batch of grain to Beichuan City.
Su Luo also took out 30,000 dan from her spatial storage and sent someone else to deliver them.
She spends almost every day in Wanxiu Pavilion. It's September, and the temperature in Beichuan City is already quite low. She has to supervise the production of cotton-padded clothes every day.
Ensure that every one of Nangong Chiyu's subordinates has cotton-padded clothes to keep warm.
"Your Highness, with the cotton-padded clothes produced by the Shen Family Chamber of Commerce, there are already 300,000 pieces available, so you don't need to worry too much."
Xie Wanwan comforted Su Luo, whose daily worry was Prince Yu.
"Not enough, not enough. Beichuan City is covered in ice and snow, and cotton-padded clothes will easily get soaked. We need to continue making more."
With 300,000 troops under his command, and each soldier only having one cotton-padded coat, how could they possibly survive?
“Great! Wanxiu Pavilion is still hiring embroiderers, and our production has tripled compared to before. We will definitely be able to produce more cotton-padded clothes.”
On this day, Nangong Qing and Du Siyuan came to see Su Luo at the same time.
He said he had something important to discuss with her.
“Grandmaster, the Third Prince said that the court needs a batch of medicinal herbs to support Prince Yu, preferably a hemostatic ointment. I came here specifically to ask you if you have any such prescriptions.”
"Luo Luo, this is what Prince Yu requested in his letter. After the soldiers are injured, they need to wait for doctors to treat them and also need to brew medicine, which takes too long."
"Prince Yu sent us to ask you if there's a plaster that can be applied directly to a wound to stop the bleeding?"
Su Luo has been busy with the cotton-padded clothes, but she is also researching such a prescription.
"Yes, tomorrow, I will go to Ji'an Hall tomorrow and I will definitely get this prescription."
Su Luo hasn't finished yet, but she already has a basic prescription. Tonight, she'll go into her spatial dimension and take advantage of the time difference.
We will definitely be able to manufacture this medicine.
But Du Siyuan was puzzled by this. Why didn't his master just take out the prescription directly? Why wait until tomorrow? Could a prescription be made in just one day?
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