Chapter 83: Cruel Emperor vs. Deadly Sister (9)
The Queen Mother’s followers were few and far between, the flood in the south of the Yangtze River had subsided, and the court had finally calmed down.
However, when everything was in ruins, this rare peace was suddenly broken.
In early November, the State of Jiang invaded.
Zhao Jinyuan asked all the ministers in the court, but no general dared to fight.
On the one hand, the generals were worried that the soldiers of the State of Jiang were strong and had been preparing for this for a long time, and they might not be able to return. On the other hand, they were under pressure from General Wu.
General Wu thought that he could use his daughter as a bargaining chip to establish a relationship with the new emperor, but he never thought that the female prime minister Wei Shiyi would appear, leaving the Wu family helpless.
So he wanted to take this opportunity to let the new emperor see the power of his Wu family.
Zhang Cheng, who was controlling the epidemic at the border, wanted to relieve the monarch’s worries, but he was just a weak scholar, and even if he had thousands of ravines in his heart, he would only be killed by the other side on the battlefield.
Within a month, the Jin Dynasty lost two cities in a row and was about to be forced to surrender. When the Queen Mother heard the news, she laughed in the palace every day. Everyone thought she was crazy.
Zhao Jinyuan had a cold expression in the daily court meetings, staring at the ministers below as if they were moths. Shi Yi could no longer wait and decided to lead the troops to the border.
The night before leaving, she put on silver armor and tied up her long hair in her boudoir.
"I don't know whether I will live or die this time, and I don't know if I will have the chance to tie up the princess' hair." The nanny who had been serving her looked sad.
She had no children and had never married in her life, and she treated the princess as if she were her own daughter. Now she, a woman, had to go to the border. How could she, as a "mother", not be worried? !
Shi Yi hugged the nanny's hand and rarely showed the attitude of a little girl, "I will come back safely."
"Is it worth it?" the nanny asked her, "He doesn't understand your feelings for him at all. He will have a queen and many concubines in the future, but you may never come back and turn into dust."
She held a red wooden comb in her hand and lightly swept the ends of her hair, her eyes firm, "It's worth it."
"Silly child." The nanny touched the top of her head and said without sadness, "If only the new emperor knew how you feel about him."
"I am willing to do everything." Shi Yi took the initiative to put on the iron helmet, "Besides, I personally promised the new emperor that I would protect him well."
The young king, who had secretly come out of the palace to see her off in advance, stood in the heavy snow outside the house, with white snow on his shoulders. He didn't know how long he had been listening, but his mood was like the flying snow, floating up and down.
A woman, at her best age, in her most beautiful years, did not marry a good man, nor did she care about private affairs, but paved the way for him with her hands stained with blood; when all the ministers refused, she chose to go to war as a woman. All this was just to protect him.
That night, Zhao Jinyuan stood in the heavy snow for a long time, until his feet were submerged by the heavy snow and his soles were soaked.
When the nanny came out to pour water, she saw the two deep footprints and was startled, and hurried to report to the princess.
Shi Yi smiled faintly and comforted: "Maybe it's the footprints of some animal, don't worry."
Who can refuse and resist the forbearing, hot and unrequited love?
The next day, in the morning, Shi Yi, who asked for the army to go to the war, had already dressed up and waited for the new emperor to see her off.
But she stood in the heavy snow for a long time, and did not see the new emperor come out.
At the last moment of giving up, the city gate opened, and the new emperor was dressed in military uniform, sitting high on the Ferghana horse.
"I'm very happy that you are willing to see me off." After Shi Yi knelt down and saluted, his voice was so low that it could not be heard.
"I am also happy." The young king showed a hint of his future calm demeanor, raised his hand and motioned her to stand up, "Today I was unable to go to war with the Prime Minister, I can only see you off in military uniform, hoping that the Prime Minister will return victorious."
In the face of the survival of the country, he is the king and she is the minister. He knows, and she knows it too.
"I will not fail in my mission." Shi Yi knelt again, "We must win a great victory."
"We must win a great victory." The accompanying soldiers were all excited, ready to show their skills on the battlefield, and their shouts shook the entire capital.
The snow was heavy and the wind was not stopping. Zhao Jinyuan, dressed in military uniform, stood high on the city wall, watching her riding on a war horse with a long spear in her hand, gradually going farther and farther, and finally disappearing in the snow, his heart was desolate.
He promised in his heart that when she returned victorious, the court would be clear and he would no longer be constrained.
The border was much colder than Kyoto, and the Jin Dynasty lost the opportunity, so it was very passive.
The battlefield is destined to be a place full of fighting and blood, with both sides bleeding countless times. This battle lasted for three years. When Shi Yi returned to the palace again, the palace had already changed a lot.
The ignorant prince who was not optimistic about the future has now grown into a king who is respected and loved by the people.
In these three years, he sentenced the Queen Mother's mother's family to death, imprisoned the Queen Mother in the cold palace, refused to canonize General Wu's youngest daughter as the queen, used various means to take over most of the military power, and promoted many poor princes to fight against the old clans. He has his own confidants and his most solid supporters.
However, the night he learned that the prime minister had returned victorious, he did not sleep all night.
He thought about how to meet his elder sister, what the best first sentence should be, what movements should be made with his hands, and even more detailed, what color of royal court clothes he should wear, and what jade ornaments he should wear.
When they really met, he forgot everything, his head was empty, and he lost the shrewdness and vigilance he had been in for the past few years. He could only, could only gaze deeply at his elder sister, until tears fell from his eyes.
His elder sister, finally stood in front of him safely.
The past three years seemed like a lifetime ago.
"The monarch is crying." Someone in the crowd shouted.
"This is crying for the soldiers of our Great Jin who died on the battlefield. This is my cry for the victory of the Great Jin over the Jiang Kingdom. It is a blessing for our Great Jin and our people to have such a monarch." The gray-haired old man was the first to shout and kneel down, and other people also knelt down and shouted: "Long live the monarch, long live the Jin Dynasty."
"I like you very much now." Shi Yi looked at him from a distance, smiling brightly and clear, with relief in her eyes.
She had been away from the monarch for three years, and now she was more resolute, more calm, and more like an emperor.
What made her even more relieved was that he was still the same young man to her.
"Sister, you have lost a lot of weight." The subjects saw that the king they admired personally helped the female prime minister with great military achievements to his position, and then conferred a title on her, the mighty general and loyal prime minister of the Jin Dynasty, whose power was second only to that of the king.
This scene was recorded truthfully by the historians and was called "the meeting between the king and his subjects". It was used by emperors from generation to generation to govern the country.
In many unofficial histories, it was recorded that King Jing had been in love with the female prime minister for a long time and finally cried in anticipation of her return from the battlefield. People in later generations tended to believe in unofficial histories.
(End of this chapter)
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