This made the guards and ministers guarding the government office hesitate... because according to the rules, someone should have woken up Emperor Zhao at this time, but Yang Yi Zhong had gone to escort the Western Liao envoy to Linfen and had not returned yet, Liu Yan and Shao Chengzhang were arranging those emeralds for the commanders, and the news was not a big deal.
No one wanted to be the bad guy. It was for this reason that Zhao Jiu waited until after sunset when Yang Yizhong returned to see the document.
"Prepare the edict and documents, and notify Tokyo, Chang'an, as well as Minister Liu (Liu Hongdao) in Luoyang, as well as Prime Minister Lu and Prime Minister Yuwen, the two Hu Jinglues, and the ministers Han, Li, Ma, Li, and Wang, and tell them that I will move north. Also tell the camp to cook early. Tomorrow morning, the armies on both sides of the Fen River will set out together and head north with me!" In the candle-lit hall, Zhao Jiu finished reading the documents, looked around, and calmly issued an edict.
"May I ask, sir, where are you moving to?"
As the head of the close ministers, Fan Zongyin took the responsibility.
"In the camp ten miles below Taiyuan City." Zhao Jiu responded calmly, then stood up and walked towards the backyard in silence, but turned back halfway. "As for Wu Jie, let him quickly join me... The same goes for Yelu Yudu and Huer Zhahusi, let them get closer to me!"
"His Majesty……"
"Officials."
More than one person opened their mouths instinctively, preparing to say something... You know, the four words "under the city of Taiyuan" were enough to confuse them on the spot, and also enough to make them not know where to start complaining... There were too many complaints and doubts.
"Tell Han Shizhong, Li Yanxian, Ma Kuo, and Wu Jie that I will celebrate the New Year under the city of Taiyuan, and they should accompany me then... If Yelu Yudu and Huer Zhahusin can come, it would be best if they can come as well." Emperor Zhao spoke softly, as if he had not woken up yet, then yawned and went back to the backyard.
This time, no one said anything because they had realized that the official was either talking in his sleep or was serious about it; there was no middle ground.
This day is the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.
PS: I dreamed that I was bald... After waking up, I found that I still had hair, but my hairline was a little high. I was so moved that I cried.
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