Liu Hao looked at Nangong Yunsheng: "Brother, do you mean to leave it to Jiuer and the others?"
"Yes, their abilities are obvious to all. I believe they can handle this matter properly."
Emperor Dong Ling hesitated and said, "Jiu'er is still so young, and I feel a little sorry for letting her do everything.
Some people might even make a fuss about this, saying that we adults are useless and order a child around for everything..."
"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry about this. Jiuer is Princess Dingguo. The word 'Dingguo' means to stabilize the country and ensure its security.
For example, if we send our people to carry out disaster relief, not only will it consume a huge amount of manpower and material resources, but the effect may not be that good, and the casualties among the people will be even greater.
The same goes for the 200,000 soldiers. If Jiuer goes, there will be fewer casualties, which is good for both the country and the people."
Nangong Yunzhan agreed: "If Jiuer goes, the problem can be solved quietly.
If our people go, the personnel transfer will inevitably be noticed by those with ulterior motives. Once they are prepared, a fight will be inevitable."
Emperor Dongling was persuaded.
"Okay, I'll talk to Jiuer tomorrow.
Speaking of which, I owe Jiuer a lot. This time when we went to the disaster relief, the silver and supplies donated by everyone were far from enough, and she paid a lot of silver herself.
A bedroom in Kunning Palace.
The little man who was assigned a task again was eating a braised chicken leg in his sleep, humming from time to time: "Little Wang Xiaoxing, eat, eat..."
Little Wang stretched his head to take a look, and the little guy with saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth and smacking his lips couldn't help laughing.
"Xiaoxing, Your Majesty is so small, and he eats so much. Where does all the food go?"
Xiao Xing ignored him: "How about you ask tomorrow?"
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