Lu Xiaoyun half-closed her eyes and leaned into Prince Hui's arms. She knew Zhu Chen would say that.
The British Duke held the 150,000-strong Western Hills Military Camp, and was not lacking in military power.
Her handing over the tiger tally would bring him nothing but benefit.
The old emperor's face was gloomy, and he remained silent, staring at Lu Xiaoyun, who was leaning against Prince Hui's arms, feeling that something was wrong.
Zhu Yu didn't say he would hand over military power earlier or later, but only after he had handed over political affairs to Zhu Zhi and Zhu Chen, leaving Zhu Yu in a difficult position.
That son of mine is a complete scoundrel!
At this moment, Imperial Physician Jiang rushed in from outside, carrying a medicine box. When he saw the Prince of An, whose entire weight was leaning against Prince Hui's arms and whose mouth was covered in blood, with a large patch of blood on his chest and on the ground, the veins on his forehead twitched involuntarily.
Others might not know, but how could he not see it? It was simply that His Highness Prince An had kept a blood sac on his person and in his mouth, and he had bitten it open!
A man of few words and ruthless actions—that perfectly describes Prince An!
If someone vomits blood in front of all the civil and military officials during the morning court session, wouldn't a number of the "assassin" and his associates die?
Just as Physician Jiang was about to pay his respects to the old emperor, the old emperor waved his hand and said to him, "Take care of Prince An's injury first."
Physician Jiang had no choice but to take Lu Xiaoyun's pulse while glancing at "Prince An".
Lu Xiaoyun winked at him.
Physician Jiang couldn't help but twitch his lips. He should have honestly told the emperor that the arrow hadn't hit Prince An's heart directly, but had missed by half an inch.
Now it's too late to back out, but we don't know what this Prince An is up to now.
"Imperial Physician Jiang, how is it?" the old emperor asked in a deep voice.
"Your Majesty, His Highness Prince An was seriously injured this time, shot in the heart with an arrow, and has only been awake for five or six days. His wound has reopened, so it is only natural that his body cannot hold on at this moment."
Lu Xiaoyun secretly gave Physician Jiang a thumbs up.
"Then why don't you tear off his clothes and see how bad his wounds are?" the old emperor ordered.
Holy crap, the emperor wants to examine his injuries on the spot?
Now she's no longer afraid to expose her chest in front of everyone, since she doesn't have those two soft, fleshy mounds anymore.
But the key thing is that the wound has healed so well that there isn't even a scar left.
Sometimes, God does more harm than good.
Lu Xiaoyun and Physician Jiang exchanged a glance.
Imperial Physician Jiang said, "Your Majesty, Prince An's injury requires careful rest and recuperation."
Lu Xiaoyun struggled to get up from Prince Hui's arms: "Father, I also want to share your burdens, but my body is not cooperating."
Physician Jiang rolled his eyes.
"Imperial Physician Jiang has instructed me not to use force for the next two or three years, so I humbly request Your Majesty to grant my request."
As he spoke, he handed the tiger tally that had fallen to the ground back to the old emperor.
Physician Jiang was startled. When did he ever say that Prince An should not use force for two or three years?
How could he not remember? Prince An is now full of energy; he could kill a bull, you know.
He gazed intently at "Prince An".
Lu Xiaoyun glanced at him indifferently.
"Brother!" Prince Hui tried to persuade him further.
"Father!" Zhu Chen and Zhu Zhi spoke at the same time, exchanging a glance.
Zhu Zhi was unwilling: "Father, my fourth brother has been in charge of the Northern Army for ten years. The entire Northern Army follows my fourth brother's lead. Our Great Zhou is now peaceful inside and outside. Northern Qi has surrendered, and the Duke of Zhenguo is guarding the southern border. Even if my fourth brother cannot use force in the next few years, it doesn't matter."
Zhu Chen sneered: "Brother Crown Prince must be joking. How can an army commander command respect if he doesn't have martial arts skills? Has he not needed to train his troops for the past few years?"
Zhu Zhi said, "Why do we need a commander-in-chief to train troops? What's the point of having a deputy general?"
The Duke of England said calmly, "His Highness the Crown Prince has never led troops before, so he doesn't know. How can a deputy general be compared to a commander-in-chief?"
Zhu Zhi choked, realizing that his disadvantage lay in his lack of military power.
Right Chancellor Bu Feizhang chuckled and said, "According to the Duke of Yingguo and His Highness the Third Prince, what's the point of having so many military officers in the army? One commander can directly lead hundreds of thousands of troops. Why waste so much money?"
"But I don't understand either. If that's the case, why does the British Duchy's Xishan Military Camp, which is under its command, still have a bunch of military officers like deputy generals, centurions, and captains? Wouldn't it be enough for one person from the British Duchy to command the 150,000 Xishan troops?"
Lu Xiaoyun had a headache. This constant arguing...when will it stop?
So annoying.
She pressed hard on her chest, and blood seeped out again.
Physician Jiang exclaimed in alarm, "Your Highness Prince An, are you alright? Your wound has reopened! My God, it's bleeding again, so much blood! Your Majesty, Your Highness Prince An's injury cannot be delayed!"
The people arguing stopped and looked at "Zhu Yu". They saw that blood was spreading on his chest, and his light blue python robe was covered with a large bloodstain in no time.
Prince Hui, who was supporting her, couldn't help but tremble.
The old emperor stared at Physician Jiang with only a pair of cold eyes: "You tell me."
Physician Jiang replied with a forced smile, "Your Majesty, Prince An has been fighting on the frontier for many years, and his body is covered with old and new wounds of varying depths. He has been seriously injured this time, and it is indeed not advisable for him to lead troops again."
The old emperor gritted his teeth, a hint of agitation surging in his eyes, and exhaled a rough breath: "Zhang Zhongwei, bring up the tiger tally."
Lu Xiaoyun breathed a huge sigh of relief. Damn it, the old emperor is not easy to deal with. I didn't expect him to be this difficult. No wonder Zhu Yu gave her these fish bladder blood sacs when he left after dinner yesterday.
She still remembered the indescribable expression on Li Feng's face when he gave her the things.
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