The military and political affairs of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Su Weichuan on one side, Mo Yunhan on the other.
Behind Mo Yunhan were 100,000 elite troops loyal to the retired emperor.
Behind Su Weichuan was actually Mo Yunzhao.
Mo Yunzhao, however, asked him how to deal with the Su family and Su Weichuan.
Mo Yunhan sneered inwardly.
Over the years, the respect and gratitude he felt for his elder brother, who had given him moments of warmth in his childhood, have gradually dissipated like smoke.
He took half a step back and bowed with his hands clasped.
"Your Majesty is the Emperor of Great Zhou. You have your own ideas on how to deal with the court officials. I am just a military man, so I will not make any comments."
Mo Yunzhao smiled and looked at him with gentle eyes.
After watching for a while, she finally reached out and helped him up.
“You always hold a grudge about what the Empress Dowager did to you when you were young, and you’re unwilling to get close to me. But in this life, the one who has stayed by my side the longest is not the Empress Dowager, nor our father, but you and me, brothers.”
Mo Yunhan remained silent.
Mo Yunzhao continued, "I've noticed that Father's health is getting weaker and weaker. The other day, he summoned me and held my hand for a long time, instructing me to take good care of you. I agreed. Besides worrying about you, the only thing Father can't let go of is the Nine Dragons Formation on Xuanling Mountain. Ninth Princess Consort, are you really confident? Tell me honestly."
Mo Yunhan would not presume to let Jiang Qingwan off the hook in this matter.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I truly knew nothing about this matter, and Wan'er's temperament forbids me from getting involved. Furthermore, I am completely ignorant of the Taoist arts."
Mo Yunzhao didn't get any information, and his expression turned cold.
"Now that the Minister of Revenue has been selected and the funds have been provided by me, let the Ninth Princess take action as soon as possible, so as to fulfill Father Emperor's wish."
Mo Yunhan bowed and accepted.
"Your subject takes his leave."
After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.
“Your Majesty, last night I had a nightmare in which I recalled my childhood experiences. In my daze, a masked sorcerer drew on my heart with pigeon blood. He laughed menacingly and said that I should blame my special fate, which made me a cornerstone for nourishing the fortune and lifespan of others. One day, I will die from the exhaustion of my fortune.”
A dark and unfathomable chill flashed in Mo Yunzhao's eyes.
"Nightmare matters should not be taken seriously. With my brother the Emperor here, who would dare to take your life?"
Looking at his righteous promise, Mo Yunhan felt only desolation in his heart.
He clasped his hands and bowed deeply.
"Your subject...thanks!"
After saying that, he got up and left without looking back.
Mo Yunzhao stared at his back.
He only let out a soft breath after that figure had completely disappeared.
The moment I exhaled the stale air, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest.
Before he could even take out his handkerchief, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The crowd behind him was so frightened that they all knelt on the ground.
The chief eunuch rushed over.
"emperor……"
Mo Yunzhao, his hands trembling, pulled a medicine bottle from his pocket, opened it, and poured the contents out.
The once abundant supply of pills has dwindled to just three.
He seemed to feel something slowly flowing away from his body.
He hurriedly ate one and carefully put the other two back into the porcelain bottle.
His eyes held a ferocious rage and extreme panic.
...
Inside the Ninth Prince's Mansion,
Jiang Qingwan was walking the tiger in the yard.
Xiao Hua, who had been imprisoned for a long time, was somewhat sullen.
They don't like to move around much.
Little Red was jumping around and teasing it, which actually cheered it up.
Just as they were relaxing, a furious curse suddenly came from the training field ahead.
"You dog of a servant, how dare you scold me? I'm not practicing anymore."
Jiang Qingwan led Xiaohua and Xiaohong over.
Those whose birth dates and zodiac signs matched that day were practicing the Lotus Eight Trigrams Formation.
The one throwing a tantrum was Zheng Chengye, who had been sent over by Song Yushu.
Her fair face was flushed from the sun, and she was glaring at Li Dou, venting her anger.
Since Li Dou regained some consciousness, he has become a completely different person.
They have an extremely high level of comprehension.
He was the first to master the Bagua formation.
Jiang Qingwan then had him lead the others in practicing repeatedly.
Yin Tai Sui is violent and not easy to deal with.
To have a chance of winning, one must memorize the secrets of the formation.
And Li Dou is becoming more and more impressive.
He seems to be born to be a general.
Zheng Chengye, who was in a bad mood, caught sight of Jiang Qingwan and immediately rushed over angrily.
"Jiang Qingwan, are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"
Li Dou grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back, his face dark and expressionless.
"practice!"
Zheng Chengye refused to listen.
Now that Jiang Qingwan has come over, he's making a scene even more enthusiastically.
He himself didn't even realize it.
Even though he wasn't close to Jiang Qingwan, he always felt a sense of certainty when they were together.
No matter how much trouble he causes, Jiang Qingwan will not hurt him.
He did not delve into this certainty.
He just plopped down on the ground.
Ignoring the mud on his brocade robe, he pointed at Jiang Qingwan and shouted angrily.
"You vicious woman, after bullying Sister Xiaoran, you're now bullying me. Don't think that just because my cousin is on your side, you can act with impunity. I'm not practicing. Go ahead and kill me if you dare."
Jiang Qingwan slowly walked up the stone steps and gestured to Qinghui to move a stool for her and place it in the shade of the corridor.
After she sat down, Xiaohua squatted down beside her.
Calm and composed like a king, even without a sharp, bloodthirsty aura, he is still terrifying.
Xiao Hong, unlike her previous lazy and carefree demeanor, sat majestically on the other side, her fiery red fur as red as blood.
A pair of fox-like eyes stared at Zheng Chengye, who was still throwing a tantrum, and slowly scratched the ground.
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