In mid-November, at the Zhangtai Palace, the court meeting took place.
The golden morning light of early spring shines on the solemn and majestic palace, adding a sense of sacredness.
The court officials argued over trivial matters, and the various factions competed secretly for a little benefit.
The emperor, dressed in a black and gold dragon robe, supported his head with his hands and looked down at his arguing ministers. His phoenix eyes were half closed, and he looked quite bored.
After a cup of tea, seeing that the officials had nothing important to do, Ying Zheng became increasingly impatient.
Instead of wasting time here, it would be better to go back to the palace early to have breakfast with my wife and children.
Yue Ning should get up now.
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng suddenly raised his eyes and gave Zhao Gao a nonchalant look.
Zhao Gao immediately understood, took two steps forward, and shouted at the top of his voice.
"Down--"
However, before the last word was uttered, loud and excited cheers were heard outside the hall.
"Report!"
"Great victory!"
"Great victory at the border!"
Each word became clearer than the last and reached everyone's ears. In an instant, the noisy hall fell silent.
When the messenger hurriedly stepped into the hall, countless scorching gazes were directed at him, especially the one at the top, which made him swallow nervously.
Fortunately, the messenger always kept his mission in mind.
He walked to the center of the hall, knelt on the ground, held a wooden box high in his hands, and his loud voice could not hide his excitement.
"Reporting to His Majesty, a great victory at the border!"
"The Xiongnu Chanyu was killed by General Meng, and over 200,000 Xiongnu soldiers were captured."
"This is the Chanyu's head. Your Majesty, please take a look."
Zhao Gao walked over with great tact, took the heavy wooden box, and respectfully presented it to His Majesty for perusal.
Ying Zheng's eyes lit up with surprise. He suppressed the excitement in his chest and calmly opened the wooden box.
A head with its eyes open suddenly came into view, its ferocious and hideous face showing astonishment, fear, regret, and unwillingness...
It can be imagined that he must have experienced a very desperate escape during his lifetime.
Faced with the tragic death of his enemies, Ying Zheng had no mercy, only endless joy.
In the past, the Huns relied on their fat horses and strong men to harass the border every year, burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of atrocities, making the people suffer terribly.
He had to expend a lot of national resources to build the Great Wall to resist the invasion of the Huns.
Now that this great threat has been eradicated, Ying Zheng's brows are filled with joy and happiness, and his hearty laughter is flying freely.
"Hahaha! Mr. Meng really lived up to my expectations!"
"This great victory over the Xiongnu has brought an end to the fighting on the border, and our territory has expanded even further."
"Our Great Qin is truly the destiny of Heaven and will prosper forever!"
As the emperor neared the age of thirty, his majesty grew stronger, and his every gesture exuded a powerful aura that made people bow down to him.
At this moment, he was full of vigor and ambition, as if he was still in his prime, and his ambition had not diminished in the slightest.
The ministers below looked up at the majestic king, their faces filled with fanaticism, and shouted in unison.
"Long live His Majesty! May the Great Qin prosper forever!"
"Long live His Majesty! May the Great Qin prosper forever!"
"Long live His Majesty! May the Great Qin prosper forever!"
After the officials calmed down from the joy of the victory news, they began to discuss post-war matters with great interest.
For example, the arrangement of prisoners, rewards for military merits, management of territory... etc., are complicated and tedious, and cannot be solved overnight.
The messenger standing by was excited, but he did not forget what the general had specifically instructed him to do, and he reported it again respectfully.
"Your Majesty, General Meng said that once the Xiongnu's rare treasures are collected, he will send them back to Xianyang and present them to the Empress."
"It's said that they are repaying the Queen's kindness on behalf of the soldiers in the army."
Suddenly, Ying Zheng's face turned dark, the curve of the corners of his lips was stretched straight, and a few unknown dark colors flashed in his eyes.
Haha, you're the only one who knows how to show courtesy, right?
His young wife was used to seeing the rare treasures in his private treasury, so how could she be interested in the Huns' scrap metal?
She will definitely not accept it.
As he thought about it, Ying Zheng's mood finally improved a little, and the cold aura around him also eased.
However, he still had to say the polite words, and he was not a petty monarch.
"Well, Mr. Meng is thoughtful. I will inform the Queen."
"Go down and claim your reward. You must have worked hard on the journey."
"It's not hard, it's not hard! It's my duty as a villain."
Hearing His Majesty's concern, the messenger was so excited that his whole body trembled. He replied hurriedly and almost cried for joy.
An hour later, Ying Zheng and his ministers discussed the general post-war arrangements.
Afterwards, he gave a few simple instructions, left the details to the ministers to plan, and strode out of Zhangtai Palace.
Of course, I can’t forget to share such great news with my wife today.
On the other side, Qinian Palace.
The warm spring sunshine was shining, and two cute little balls of snow-white skin were sitting on the fluffy carpet.
Chu Yuening sat cross-legged on the blanket, her black hair loose, her eyebrows and eyes soft, her temperament quiet and elegant, with a kind of beauty that came from the peaceful years.
"Xiao Luan'er, come to mother."
"Ah! What~"
Little Yingluan spoke indistinct syllables and crawled happily towards his mother, his chubby little butt wiggling.
She crawled a few times with a grunt, and finally fell into the sweet and soft embrace, and couldn't help but grin with her rosy little mouth.
"Our little Luan'er is awesome!"
"You are indeed my mother's good baby~"
Chu Yuening picked up the soft little body, kissed her face, and praised her softly.
After the mother and daughter played for a while, little Yingluan began to rub against her mother's chest, as if looking for her own food.
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