Seeing Fu Mingchi's expression soften, Ye Wanshu continued to persuade him, "Your Majesty has waited for many years and finally welcomed Your Highness to Lin'an. You certainly don't want Your Highness's arrival to cause Lin'an to become even more chaotic."
Although Fu Mingchi took her words to heart, he felt somewhat resentful: "Could it be that Wan'er really wants to go to the northern border?"
Ye Wanshu shook her head. "I promised Your Highness that no matter what happens, I will face it with you. I will never let Your Highness suffer any more heartache. Although I am a woman, I know that peace between our dynasty and Daqiu cannot be maintained simply by a marriage alliance. Only a desperate battle can restore our national prestige."
Pulling him towards Mucangzhai, Ye Wanshu said as they walked, "However, not all the people in Daye Dynasty are as united as the Yuezhou Army. If we can't unite the entire court, whether civil or military, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win relying solely on your highness's enthusiasm. If we rashly kill Princess Daqiu today, it will only plunge the entire court into a state of panic and chaos."
She kept talking about these profound truths. Although Fu Mingchi didn't understand what she was up to, he began to feel a little uneasy.
He suddenly picked her up and said with a wary look in his eyes, "Wan'er is smart and clever. I will remember everything you said today. But there is one thing: you must not use yourself as a gamble again."
Ye Wanshu blinked: "Your Highness loves me, so I naturally cannot disobey Your Highness."
As he spoke, he gave him a playful smile: "So this time I want to use His Highness as a bet."
"you……"
Fu Mingchi's mind raced, and he roughly understood what she meant: "You want me to curry favor with the enemies of my Yongning Palace."
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes were filled with anger. "Wan'er, what a rotten idea! Our marriage should have been completed in Yuezhou long ago. His Majesty is eager for us to have a son for the royal family soon. How could you have such thoughts at this time? I wish I could kill that enemy princess right away."
"Your Highness taught me today how to kill. I think sometimes it's the best way to protect yourself, but I think showing weakness occasionally can also achieve twice the result with half the effort."
Ye Wanshu patiently coaxed him, "Since the entire court is eager for peace talks, why not let them experience the fear of being dominated beforehand? If only they can develop the will to rise up in resistance and unite as one, then His Highness will have the strongest support for his Northern Expedition."
After hearing this, Fu Mingchi finally understood her thoughts: "My Wan'er is really not comparable to ordinary women."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at her with ill intent: "But Wan'er is so cruel to push me out. Aren't you afraid that I will turn my fake play with that witch into a real one?"
Ye Wanshu was not worried at all. If the person she cared about changed his mind so easily, and was even her enemy, then such a person was not worthy of her trust at all.
In this case, she had nothing to be sad about, but Concubine Zhang and Duke Ningguo must have been completely desperate.
Compared to whether Fu Mingchi and Princess Daqiu would turn their fake play into reality, Ye Wanshu was more worried about Mu Qingqing at this time. She and Madam Hou had depended on each other for so many years. If she learned that her mother had died tragically, she would be so heartbroken.
Gently holding Fu Mingchi's palm, Ye Wanshu said with a firm gaze, "Since I dare to propose this, I feel completely at ease. Your Highness should hurry to the palace. His Majesty needs you at this time."
After saying this, he deliberately reminded them: "Your Highness must endure today's hatred. No matter what harsh conditions the Daqiu people put forward, Your Highness must agree to them."
Now that he knew Wan'er's thoughts, Fu Mingchi naturally knew what to do next.
When it comes to playing tricks on people, he claims to be more experienced than Wan'er.
Fu Mingchi kissed her forehead lightly and said with a faint smile: "Wan'er has put so much effort into this, of course I will not let you down."
The two said goodbye reluctantly, and Fu Mingchi went straight to the palace.
When he hurried to the Qianqing Palace, he saw that the outside of the palace was full of court officials kneeling.
Seeing Fu Mingchi, everyone kowtowed and begged, "Please, Prince Yongning, put the country first and hand over Princess Jinghe. We also ask His Majesty to agree to the peace talks with the people of Daqiu."
"Are you so eager to make peace?" Fu Mingchi's eyes were filled with sarcasm. "Or will your cavalry retreat back to Tiemu Pass if you just grovel and curry favor with the Daqiu people?"
"Your Highness, the Mu family army is so brave and skilled in fighting, but it was no match for the Daqiu cavalry. One hundred thousand soldiers were wiped out by the Daqiu people in the blink of an eye. If you gamble everything on it, do you have a chance of defeating the Daqiu cavalry?"
Deputy Minister Li Youzhen earnestly advised: "If not, Your Highness, please reconsider. Otherwise, who knows how many more people will fall under the sword of the Daqiu people."
Knowing that these guys had been completely annihilated by the Daqiu people and had no fighting spirit left, they pinned their hopes on humiliating peace talks. Fu Mingchi looked at the crowd of courtiers in front of the hall and asked, "Is this what you all mean?"
Everyone responded in unison: "Your Highness, please put the overall situation first."
"Okay." Fu Mingchi curled his lips and smiled: "Since everyone agrees, then I will go in and persuade His Majesty."
His eyes turned cold, and he suppressed the anger in his heart and stepped into the Palace of Heavenly Purity.
In the candlelit hall, Emperor Zhaolie was sitting on the ground in a depressed mood, his face looking haggard and disheveled.
Seeing Fu Mingchi enter, Emperor Zhaolie held onto a corner of the dragon table, coughing constantly, and staggered to his feet.
"Nephew, I'm sure you already know what's happening outside," Emperor Zhaolie said with a gloomy face, "These spineless people are trying to force me to hand over my ancestors' legacy to the northern invaders."
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