When Jiang Ye was causing trouble for Shen Junhao, Pei Xingyue had already started filming.
Ning Zhiran doesn't want to get involved in the fight for the throne, but Ning Zhiqing is determined to drag her into it.
After all, without Ning Zhiran blocking the way in front, she had to compete with Ning Zhishu alone.
Just because Ning Zhishu doesn't care about her doesn't mean her father and grandmother can be at ease.
After she escaped another assassination attempt, she lost her patience.
The waters must be muddied, and Ning Zhiran must go.
Otherwise she will die sooner or later.
She didn't believe that Ning Zhiran was really a playboy who didn't know the seriousness of the matter.
Foreign envoys came to pay tribute, and Ning Zhiqing, with the help of the "seriously ill" empress, got in touch with the envoys.
During the envoy's first audience, the "seriously ill" empress sat behind the curtain.
From time to time, there were a few violent coughs.
Ning Zhishu talked with the envoys, treating herself as the heir to the throne.
Ning Zhiran sat there quietly, drinking without a care in the world.
Ning Zhiqing glanced at her, raised her hand and pretended to drink tea, covering up the creepy sneer in her eyes.
Second sister, isn’t your frail and sickly brother the most precious to you?
Every time I returned to Beijing, I would bring him countless rare gadgets.
If you don't fight for the throne and don't get involved in this trouble.
Your brother will be sent out to marry a foreign prince. I wonder if you can still sit here peacefully.
Halfway through the singing and dancing, the leading envoy suddenly stood up.
"Your Majesty, we are here for a reason other than an audience.
He even wants to seek marriage for our leader.
Please allow me to marry the prince and establish a harmonious relationship with him."
As the leading envoy knelt, the other envoys knelt down one after another.
"Please allow me to marry the prince and establish a harmonious relationship with him."
More than ten or twenty people proposed to her in unison, making a huge move.
Ning Zhiyu and Ning Zhiqian's expressions changed.
The Queen Mother had only two sons.
If we really want to marry a princess, I'm afraid we have to choose between the two of them.
Ning Zhiran broke the jade chopsticks in her hand and looked up at the platform.
Even through the beaded curtain, one could still guess what a disgusting face it was.
She shifted her gaze and looked at Ning Zhiqing, whose eyes were filled with excitement.
So that’s how it is.
In order to pave the way for your daughter, the White Moonlight, you are even willing to lower your own status.
Willing to marry his own son to a foreign country as a marriage partner.
Good, very good!
Because of the envoy's sudden proposal of marriage, everyone was talking about it and the banquet ended in a bad mood.
After the envoys left, all the ministers and royal family members were retained.
Chu Wenqing spoke first.
"Your Majesty, how dare those barbarians from outside the Great Wall dream of marrying the precious prince of Fengning State.
It is truly despicable that they do not respect our court and do not take Your Majesty seriously.
Please allow me, Your Majesty, to lead the troops and annihilate these ignorant barbarians."
All the generals nodded, thinking that it should be so.
The civil officials remained silent, ready to see what Her Majesty the Empress thought.
The Prime Minister frowned and looked up at the platform, feeling vaguely uneasy.
Everyone in the hall had different thoughts, and the empress who had been silent all this time finally spoke.
"General Chu, if a prince can solve the problem, why waste people's money and energy on a war?
Yu'er, Qian'er, you don't want to see the war raging and the country in ruins, do you?
Ning Zhiyu bit her lip.
"Mother, Yu'er doesn't want to. If my sister wants to ascend the throne, how can she have a brother who marries far away?"
Ning Zhiran sneered. Sure enough, he was waiting for her here.
The next moment, the empress looked at Ning Zhiqian.
"Qian'er, what about you? Your sister has no interest in the throne."
Ning Zhishu and the Queen and Prime Minister both widened their eyes.
What do you mean? What do you mean!
Everyone knows that Ning Zhiran doesn't want to fight for the throne, but she is very spoiled to her younger brother.
Does the empress want to force Ning Zhiran to step into the struggle for imperial power?
Why?
Ning Zhiqian's face turned pale. He glanced at Ning Zhiran, who had a gloomy expression, and spoke timidly.
"Mother Queen, Qian'er is only fourteen years old this year. He is in poor health and cannot withstand long journeys."
"It's okay. If you're not old enough, you can get married later. If you're not in good health, I can allow the imperial physician to accompany you.
Qian'er, since you enjoy the support of the people, you must sacrifice for the people.
If your sister doesn't want to, then you, as her younger brother, should work harder and do something for her and the nation."
Ning Zhiqian's body was shaky and he was about to fall.
Fortunately, it was caught by Ning Zhiran, who had been paying attention to him.
"Royal sister...Qian'er is in so much pain..."
His eyes were blurry and he almost fainted.
Ning Zhiran hugged him and looked at the platform with gritted teeth.
"Is the Queen Mother determined to force me into the struggle for imperial power?"
"This is your duty as a princess."
"Duty? Fine, I'll fight for the throne. I hope the Queen Mother won't regret it."
After she finished speaking, she picked up Ning Zhiqian, who was weak and sweating all over.
He walked out without looking back.
"No one can get away with stealing people and things from me, Ning Zhiran.
Queen Mother, Imperial Sister, you forced me into this, so please don't regret it."
Her figure disappeared at the entrance of the hall.
Chu Wenqing looked indignant. He hurriedly bowed and went after Ning Zhiran and Ning Zhiqian.
Her departure woke everyone in the hall from their dreams.
Ning Zhishu looked thoughtfully at Ning Zhiqing, whose face was stiff.
The Prime Minister and the Queen looked behind the pearl curtain.
I thought it was a foregone conclusion that Ning Zhishu would become the heir.
Unexpectedly, their Majesty has always had a preferred heir.
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