This year, Beijing is unusually cold.
Snowflakes, like goose feathers, drifted down from the sky, turning the ground into a blanket of white.
The snow was too heavy and too heavy, blinding people and chilling their hearts.
The Mu residence was surrounded by a ring of imperial guards, which made people uneasy.
The matriarch of the Mu family sat upright in the main hall, dressed neatly, holding a dragon-headed cane, watching the snow falling outside.
"The world has changed..."
Mu Zhaoyuan: "Grandmother, King Wen..."
The old lady of the Mu family sighed: "If only things were simpler, like this snow, coming and going with the seasons, without any complaints, how wonderful that would be."
"But people are not like that. If they are too greedy or too serious, they will harbor resentment."
"My only concern now is the situation at the border between Daewoo and Di Kingdom."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Mu Zhaoyao entered with a servant-like man who was covered in dust and dirt.
"Grandmother, Thirteen is back."
Mu Zhaoyao lowered her voice and pushed the servant behind her forward.
Mu Qinzhuo finally dared to raise his face and knelt down with a "plop". He had countless things to say, but he knew what his grandmother wanted to know most at this moment.
He then recounted the situation on the frontier in detail, and also mentioned his discoveries in Yunjiang.
The old lady's expression changed several times, but in the end she could only manage a helpless laugh.
"King Wen has a good strategy. He is afraid that the Mu family's knife will hurt him, but he is also afraid that if he abandons it, he will not be able to protect Da Yu."
"If you want to get rid of the Mu family, why bother having the Imperial Guards surround them for a whole day? Just fabricate a crime and execute the entire family."
Mu Qinzhuo: "What about the Mu family army?"
The old lady lowered her eyes: "Many will die, but not all of the Mu family army will be wiped out. He still has a use."
Mu Qinzhuo, that wolf cub, suddenly spoke up: "Aren't you afraid of turning against them and causing a complete breakdown in relations?!"
The old lady looked calmly at her grandson, who was not yet fully grown up.
"Thirteen, how many times have dynasties fallen and been rebuilt over the past thousand years?"
"Twelve times now."
"How did the Wu Dynasty rise and how did it fall?"
Mu Qinzhuo was speechless.
The Wu Dynasty was established because the emperor wanted to kill the once-powerful Wu family army, and they rebelled.
However, the governance was worse than that of the previous dynasty, with chaos both inside and outside the country, and the people suffering greatly.
"That position is not easy to hold. The Mu family is good at leading troops into battle, but they are not good at governing a country."
Madam Mu stroked the dragon-headed cane in her hand and said calmly, "At worst... the Mu family will just go into hiding."
Mu Qinzhuo: "But I still feel it's a huge loss and I feel very frustrated."
Mu Zhaoyao lowered her eyes, as if she wanted to say something, but before she could speak, she heard the Imperial Guards outside the courtyard giving orders.
The Empress Dowager wanted to bring the old lady of the Mu family, along with the infant Fourteenth Prince, to the palace, saying that she wanted to see the old lady and the Mu family's grandson again.
The command froze the atmosphere in the room.
Everyone knows what this is about.
The old lady got up, waved to the younger generation in the room, and walked out of the main hall alone to the imperial guard who was delivering the order.
Although she is old, the years have given her a more generous and powerful aura.
"This house is full of the elderly, weak, sick and disabled. The Empress Dowager is kind-hearted. Fourteen is not yet a year old. This old woman can go alone."
The Imperial Guards wanted to say something more.
The old lady slammed her dragon-headed cane to the ground with a clang, her calm and steady eyes filled with pressure: "I am enough. Even King Wen will need the Mu family in the future. You will not be punished for this!"
The imperial guards instinctively took a step back to let the old lady pass.
"Okay, just wait for me to come back. Take good care of the children at home."
Madam Mu's figure disappeared into the wind and snow.
Mu Zhaoyuan looked at the clear and beautiful crystal ring in her hand.
He picked up a paperweight from the table and smashed it to pieces.
Mu Qinzhuo was startled and had no idea what his sixth sister was doing.
Looking at the shattered ring, Mu Zhaoyuan felt that she was just trying anything, taking a gamble if she could.
What if!
Before leaving the capital, Twelve specifically gave this to her, saying that if the Mu family encountered any emergency or danger, smashing this would bring help.
But it must be the most urgent moment.
This sounds a bit far-fetched, after all, it's neither fireworks nor a token of love.
Even if someone comes to help with a broken ring, how would that person know?
Mu Zhaoyuan remained somewhat skeptical, but at this moment she only hoped it was true.
If Little Twelve could be resurrected through possession, what if this could also bring about a miracle?
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