Chapter 73
If successful, she will be promoted to the rank of He Guijun.
If he dies or Guili dies suddenly, he and his country will also perish under the Qi Dynasty's army.
When she's truly gentle, he feels like he could drown her; when she's indifferent, she still makes his heart surge with emotion.
However, the fact that her father is safe and sound is already a testament to the emperor's boundless grace.
Otherwise, if the Quanrong had changed their ways, his father would have been the first to sound the horn of sacrifice to the flag.
Without using a single soldier from the Qi Dynasty, they could conquer an entire country...
She truly deserves to be called the Empress of the Qi Dynasty!
It's a real pity that he and she are on opposite sides; how can true feelings be revealed between two countries?
But that doesn't mean he didn't have it!
March? What if he finishes ahead of schedule? Will there be a reward?
After that day, Changning Palace and Guili suddenly fell seriously ill and refused to see any visitors!
The already small number of women in the harem has dwindled even further.
The courtiers of the previous dynasty tried their best to send their sons into the palace, hoping for a bright future, but Lingwu refused them all.
She doesn't have many years left to live, so don't hurt innocent people anymore.
However, the inner palace and the outer court have always been closely related.
Thinking of General Qian guarding the border, Lingwu lowered her hand, and Jingchun, who was under the imperial carriage, came forward.
"Have we run out of spring letters from Weiyang Palace?"
Without hesitation, Jing Chun replied, "Your Majesty, I have always remembered the Imperial Noble Consort's spring letters. I send her two coins every month, which is enough to last for more than a month."
"Starting next month, stop sending them to Weiyang Palace," Ling Wu said calmly.
Jing Chun nodded, "I understand."
Qianqing's maternal clan was very powerful, so when Sang Lingwu first ascended the throne, she bestowed upon Qianqing the title of Imperial Noble Consort.
Unfortunately, with thousands of families holding military power and wielding considerable influence, no emperor would allow a general's son to have a daughter.
Sang Lingwu was no exception. Although the spices in the spring letter prevented the man from conceiving, they did not harm the father's health. In addition, with a daily dose of calming soup, Qianqing's body was not damaged.
Now that Ruoyu has a child, and Ruoqianqing wants a child, she could promise him a prince.
With a child by her side, even if it's a prince, Qianqing will have some support after her death, and General Qian will also take this into consideration and will not launch a rebellion after her death.
After all, a new emperor brings a new court. She had seen too much of human nature and didn't want to test it again with another dynasty.
In four months, it will be Ruoyu's due date.
Lingwu raised her eyes and gazed into the distance.
That's the direction of the border; her letter to General Qian should arrive soon.
Lingwu lowered her eyelids, concealing the subtle glint in her eyes.
"Set up the carriage at Weiyang Palace."
In Weiyang Palace, Qianqing personally handed over the letter that had arrived in the spring.
The scent of spring can also lull one into a dream.
Jingzhe stared at the incense burner for a long time, until she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Master?"
"Jingzhe, do you think I will have a child with His Majesty in this lifetime?"
Jingzhe pursed her lips slightly, and it took her a moment to hide the reluctance in her eyes. Her voice regained its usual liveliness, "Her Majesty dotes on her master so much, you will have a little prince one day!"
Qianqing chuckled softly and didn't dwell on it any longer. "Never mind, it's just the flavor I like."
"Do you like spring letters?" A gentle yet authoritative female voice sounded from behind.
A dazzling light flashed in Qian Qing's eyes, "Your Majesty!"
After saying that, he embraced Ling Wu's waist, his handsome face, as beautiful as a blooming peony, resting his head on Ling Wu's shoulder.
His voice was somewhat muffled, "If I were to say that I no longer like spring letters... would that be alright?" He probed cautiously, his nose stinging with tears.
May I?
Can he have his own bloodline with His Majesty?
"Of course it's possible," Ling Wu reassured gently.
She is indeed intelligent, but if she weren't, she wouldn't have received such unwavering favor over the years.
"R-really?" Qianqing looked up, then suddenly realized she had overreacted, and quickly tried to salvage the situation, "Qing-yes..."
He was in a hurry, so much so that his handsome face showed signs of anxiety.
Lingwu chuckled softly, pulled him down to sit, and casually straightened his slightly disheveled clothes.
"What I mean is that I can grant Aqing a child." With a gentle smile, Lingwu patted his back lightly, her voice becoming even more tender.
In the long silence, Qianqing suddenly broke the stillness of the room with her voice—
"Can Ah Qing really have her own child?"
But his eyes were vacant, as if he was just monotonously repeating Ling Wu's words without thinking for himself.
After a long while, under Ling Wu's earnest gaze, Qian Qing suddenly choked up, then wiped away the tears from her eyes, and her smile was more beautiful than the spring flowers in the Imperial Garden.
But he gently shook his head, bowed and knelt, his voice unusually firm, "Your Majesty's words are enough for me, I will... give up."
His voice trembled slightly as he looked up at Ling Wu.
The spring scenery was beautiful, and the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of red plum blossoms and the unique cool fragrance of his wife, which intertwined to form a rich, rouge-like color deep in Qianqing's memory.
Lingwu knew what he meant. "I know you are worried about your mother, but I trust her even more than you do. With me here, your mother will never do the thing you are worried about."
Qian Qing's eyes shone with a faint light. "How does Your Majesty know what A Qing is thinking? Does Your Majesty have mind-reading abilities? Then, Your Majesty, could you guess how much A Qing loves you right now?"
The small amount of love he once had has now grown into a towering tree, its branches and leaves flourishing and ever-renewing, all born from the love he unknowingly gave birth to.
“I am an emperor, not a god.” Ling Wu tapped his forehead.
Qianqing grasped Lingwu's hand, her eyes shining brightly.
"But in Aqing's heart, with His Majesty here, there are no more gods in the world!"
He thought that even if he never had her bloodline in this life, he would have no regrets.
Because his emperor trusts him.
The border region.
It was already early spring in Kyoto, but the border was still covered in frost and snow.
Qianqiu took a sip of the strong liquor, and the fiery taste slowly warmed her body.
The border region is too cold, and only this strong liquor can bring them some warmth.
The bowl had just been set down when, instead of the crisp sound of it hitting the table, I felt a comfortable sensation as it landed on something soft and smooth.
Qianqiu frowned and removed the bowl, revealing a letter inside.
It was completely empty just a moment ago!!!
The handwriting also sobered her up by half and made her completely sober!
He quickly stood up and took two steps back to brush off the chill from his body before bending down and picking it up with both hands.
[To General Qian]
After reading it, Qianqiu immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "Your humble servant obeys the decree!"
After a long while, she got up, lit the letter, and the fluctuations in the darkness completely disappeared.
A thousand years later, reverence will be felt even more.
If we're talking about sincerity, I'm afraid my respect for His Majesty now far surpasses that for the late Emperor!
Surrounded by a constant stream of talented and extraordinary people, she was unable to harbor any disloyal thoughts.
He only hoped that he could use his achievements to find a way to survive for these soldiers and Qing'er in the harem.
His Majesty's previous agreement to the Quanrong's request for peace had won the hearts of almost all the soldiers in the army.
His Majesty remembers that they are also human beings, that they are afraid of pain and death, and that they have a constant supply of provisions, high salaries, and sturdy military uniforms...
Such a wise ruler, she will surely remain loyal to him for life!
Qianqiu watched as the letter gradually turned to ashes before summoning his generals to the main tent for a meeting.
"The Quanrong will soon cause chaos..."
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