He said that our whole family is about to reunite with our ancestors, and that I should hurry up and buy a few coffins.
"If you don't believe me, send someone to the Cheng residence right now to ask Xianyi and see if what he said is true!"
This news.
The shock caused General Zhou to slump back into his chair.
Was it a slip of the tongue by the Fourth Prince?
But, but how is this possible?
General Zhou simply couldn't believe that the emperor sitting on the dragon throne could be so cruel to the loyalists who defended the country with their blood!
Looking at his son's determined yet worried eyes and his daughter's horrified, pale face, General Zhou's lips trembled, and he felt a chill run through his entire body.
"I understand."
General Zhou closed his eyes and waved to his children: "You two go back to your rooms first. I need to calm down."
Zhou Cheng gave him a deep look, truly afraid that his stubborn father wouldn't understand and would say something like, "If the ruler commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die."
The rules of this fictional era are just so ridiculous.
Regardless of whether a subject is right or wrong, if the emperor wants you dead, you must die.
He would have a good talk with his father before setting off tomorrow. He absolutely could not hand over military power, even if it meant death. For now, he would let his father think things through.
It was the hour of Xu (7-9 PM) at night.
Upon hearing this news, Madam Zhou, who had just returned home, immediately became grave. She found General Zhou, who remained silent, in the study: "I just heard..."
"Madam, it's true."
"Is it true, as Cheng'er said, that the Emperor is going to take action against our Zhou family?" Madam Zhou was terrified.
"Perhaps it's just a joke by the Fourth Prince. Our Zhou family has risked our lives for the royal family. We've only been at peace for a short time now, it can't be that serious..." General Zhou still held onto hope for the emperor sitting on the high throne.
Madam Zhou pursed her lips and asked, "Then tomorrow, will you hand over your military command?"
"What can we do if we don't hand it over?" General Zhou had actually thought about everything.
The statement he just made was seven-tenths just to comfort himself, a gamble on the emperor's conscience: "Our Zhou family only has 300,000 troops."
"But Madam, there are still 500,000 troops stationed in the south, and the commander of the army is none other than the Crown Prince's maternal family! His Majesty has probably made this plan a long time ago."
"His support for the Crown Prince's maternal family over the past few years and his summoning of us back to the capital are all aimed at diluting the power of our Zhou family."
"Now the time has come, it is the best time for the Emperor to take back military power, I have no choice but to hand it over, otherwise it would be a rebellion, how can our 300,000 troops fight against 500,000?"
This is no longer a question of whether or not to pay!
It's not that they have no choice but to pay!
because,
General Zhou was well aware of the consequences of not relinquishing military power.
He held military power, but the imperial court always provided him with food, equipment, and weapons for his army.
Since the emperor has forced me to relinquish military power, he must have been prepared all along. If I show any sign of resisting relinquishing military power, he will cut off the army's food supply!
What to do if food runs out?
Are you suggesting that the army under their helmets should rob and kill civilians for military rations?
"So..." Madam Zhou asked, her whole body turning cold, "Is the military command absolutely necessary to be handed over tomorrow?"
"But, but if what Cheng'er said is true, what if the Zhou family is accused of treason by the Emperor once they hand over military power? What will happen to our Zhou family?"
"My husband, is there really no other way?"
When Madam Zhou thought about the wrongful deaths of her entire family, she was filled with intense resentment and anger.
But she also knew that there was no way out for the Zhou family.
pay.
Perhaps we can gamble on the emperor's conscience.
I won't pay.
They would either starve to death from lack of supplies or be killed in battle by an army of 500,000.
The results are the same.
General Zhou closed his eyes, looking as if he had aged ten years: "Send Cheng'er away first thing tomorrow morning. The young men who fought for their lives on the battlefield, defending their country and dying in battle."
"He finally went home, only to end up like this. How utterly ridiculous..."
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night.
Zhou Cheng, lying in bed, couldn't fall asleep no matter what he did.
He always felt that when his father heard that the emperor wanted to eliminate the Zhou family, his sorrow outweighed his shock, and his irony outweighed his disappointment.
The system says that my father eventually relinquished his military power. Could it be that I've oversimplified things...? It wasn't because my father was blindly loyal and couldn't see the situation clearly, but because he was powerless to do anything?
"Whoosh—"
Sudden!
A slender black shadow flashed past outside the doors and windows.
Zhou Cheng felt a slight tightness in his chest and immediately calmed his breathing.
Could it be that the dog emperor sent people to hide the traitor's slanderous letters?
"Creak—"
Immediately afterwards!
The room door was pushed open.
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