Xi had made up her mind.
If things are to change, then every aspect needs to be handled properly. There are still more than half a year until the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet where the incident occurred. Even though he is extremely anxious, he cannot return to the capital without being summoned.
To protect her, one must possess sufficient military power and status!
The Northern Rong, who will eventually destroy the Great Kang, cannot be allowed to live. Once he has pacified the Northern Rong and returned to the capital with his troops, let's see who dares to disrespect her then.
Since the reason the empress was sidelined was because she had no children, instead of letting her be humiliated and sent to a harem of harem to disgust her, why not let her marry a respectable emperor?
Xi pinched her chin and smiled.
Well, for example, in this selection of the Empress, he first voted for himself.
Then he made all his soldiers vote for him.
And those who coveted her.
He'll strangle them one by one!
Popular legend even circulated that she was so lustful that a prince rebelled in the name of the Qing army, and she committed suicide by setting herself on fire in the palace.
Despite his severe injuries, he led his soldiers and guards on horseback towards the main camp.
If he wants to change everything, then first of all, he can't be a deadbeat.
—A limit of eight months, before the Mid-Autumn Festival.
He is going to return to the capital in glory!
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The eighth year of Tianzhou, on the second day of the eighth month.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Have you heard? The Northwest Army has achieved a great victory!"
A crisp cheer broke the deathly silence of the palace. A palace maid ran into the room excitedly, shouting with joy.
Tongsu lay on the dragon bed, rolled her eyes, and didn't even lift her head, let alone give the palace maids any reaction. She continued to lie on the dragon bed, turned to a page of an old-fashioned book, and read it carefully.
This is her bedroom, decorated with luxurious and extravagant furnishings, yet it exudes an unsettling sense of coldness and desolation.
The vast palace was deserted, with not a single servant in sight. The tea on the table had long since gone cold, yet no one came to replace it.
The palace maid Qinghe, who rushed in, pouted and complained softly, "Your Majesty, you weren't listening to me at all!"
Tong Su said lazily, "I'm listening, you can continue."
"Oh, oh! I'm telling you about the great victory of the Northwest Army! General Xi led three thousand light cavalry on a swift three-hundred-mile journey, heading straight for the Western Rong King's tent, where he personally beheaded the Western Rong King in front of ten thousand troops, and then retreated unscathed!"
Qinghe's eyes shone brightly, her hands clasped to her chest, her face full of admiration as she said, "The Western Rong Crown Prince was filled with rage and led his army to pursue and kill him, but was caught red-handed by the ambush! In the chaos of battle, the Western Rong Crown Prince was then killed by General Xi with a single sword strike—"
Tong Su said, "He won, so be it. It's good. My empire is more secure now."
"Your Majesty, General Xi is on his way back with his troops. Why don't you care?" The head palace maid, Qinghe, paced anxiously. "You're coming of age this year and it's time for you to assume personal rule. How can you be so indifferent!"
Before she could finish speaking, the palace door suddenly clicked open, and a gloomy, shrill mocking voice drifted in: "What do you care about? Even His Majesty doesn't care, so what right do you, a mere palace maid, have to speak?"
As they were talking, the door to the palace opened, and several eunuchs stood respectfully on both sides. Some were dusting their servants while others were clearing the way, and a figure in a magnificent robe slowly stepped in.
Qinghe's expression changed, and she retreated in fear, bowing her head respectfully: "Ninth...Your Majesty..."
The one who came in was a pale-faced, beardless eunuch. He was nearly forty years old, with fine lines around his eyes, but his appearance was still delicate and refined. Although he was a eunuch, he was dressed in the official robes of a first-rank official.
Countless eunuchs served him in fear, almost all of them wanting to lay thick brocade in front of him before he took his next step.
The Grand Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial, also known as the "Nine Thousand Years Old Grand Eunuch," was named Yun Zong.
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