Chapter 459 Who can stop me if I want to leave?
Qin Zhaoqiong was fearless and courageous. She was able to seize fleeting opportunities among thousands of troops and create brilliant results. However, these could not conceal the fact that she put herself in danger.
Naturally, this matter cannot be simply judged as right or wrong.
Although Qin Zhaoyue was not familiar with military affairs, he understood that if an army's casualties on the battlefield exceeded a certain limit, its morale would inevitably be weakened.
The saying "a defeat in battle is like a mountain collapsing" is exactly this principle.
Generally speaking, a general who can maintain his formation even if 50% of his troops are lost can be considered a good general.
The Fengling Battalion had only been established for half a month, and half of the 2,000 cavalrymen were new recruits. Under such circumstances, after the brutal charge, there were only less than a hundred people left, but they were able to fight to the death.
Complete missions that are almost certain to lead to death and lay the foundation for ultimate victory.
It would have been impossible if the eldest sister had not led the troops by example and rallied the troops with her personal charm and courage.
However, if one looks at it from the perspective of a king and the successor to the country, putting oneself in a position of imminent death, if something goes wrong, the consequences will be disastrous.
It can be said that "the king dies for his country" is a kind of tragic glory, but as an emperor, one must always consider what will happen after his death.
In case of an accident, who will succeed him, how will the political situation transition smoothly, and whether there will be further unrest on the border.
Qin Minghuang naturally understood the unspoken meaning in Xiaoliu's words. This was already a very implicit statement.
The struggle for the throne has been something she has been thinking about for a long time.
As the eldest daughter, Zhao Qiong has carried many expectations since she was young.
Her previous debate performance in the court after the disaster relief had opened her eyes and made her feel that the future was promising.
But after this battle in the north, although he had made great achievements, his style of doing things still made her feel worried.
As for the second-in-command, Qin Jingheng... after this incident in the Southern Territory, his evaluation naturally dropped by three points.
In any case, the mistake of "not knowing people well" cannot be avoided.
He was completely unaware that his chief of staff, who had been following him for many years, was harboring evil intentions. This shows his ability in judging people and managing his subordinates.
Just as she made her final arrangements before she fell into a coma, the third son Zhao Wan and the fourth son Zhao Shu, who are calm and consider the overall situation, may be more suitable candidates.
But now... Qin Minghuang's gaze fell on his daughter, who seemed lazy but was actually very talented.
He has extraordinary abilities and inherits the Heavenly Plate. According to the Tianyan Sect, the holders of the other two sacred artifacts are destined to gather around him.
In addition, she is resourceful and decisive...
Qin Minghuang had carefully read through the secret reports from Xuanji Guard regarding all of Xiaoliu's actions during her coma.
Her determination and means have allowed her to elevate Xiaoliu's status in her heart to an unprecedented level.
If she is determined to compete for the throne, this great achievement of regaining the South Vermillion Bird Road, which may even lay the foundation for its future incorporation into the Southern Frontier, will be her most solid capital.
With this merit as a foundation, coupled with the assistance of two second-grade masters Jiang Wuya and Chu Xinglan, the recognition of many thousand households of Xuanji Guard, and even the vague favor of the young man from the Pei family and Meng Jian.
Unconsciously, a terrifying force had quietly gathered around Xiaoliu.
Although they seemed to have no intention of competing, these people and forces seemed to be drawn towards her by some invisible force. Perhaps this was the mystery of the fortune brought by the Heavenly Plate.
But...but her personality is so lazy and sluggish.
"Xiao Liu, you..." Qin Minghuang's mind was full of thoughts, and he finally couldn't help but speak.
"I won't do it." Qin Zhaoyue retorted firmly before his mother could finish her words.
Qin Minghuang: “…”
See, it’s so sharp and leaves no room for maneuver.
Qin Zhaoyue was still nestled beside Chu Xinglan, her voice muffled and full of laziness:
"Mother Queen, my daughter has made great contributions this time, right? Please don't force me to work anymore."
As she was speaking, she suddenly cried out "Ouch!" and raised her hand to cover her forehead, frowning tightly, looking extremely weak.
"Hiss... I haven't slept for seven days, and I've been traveling so long and so exhausted. I feel like I've lost some energy. I need to recuperate for a while."
Jiang Wuya's concerned question came from outside the car curtain, his voice filled with anxiety:
"Little Junior Sister, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to take a look?"
"It's okay, Senior Brother. I'm just a little tired. I'll be fine after some rest."
[Are you kidding me? I just finished working so hard on a lot of things, and now you're targeting me again? Do you really think I'm a workhorse?
I give you face and call you Queen Mother. If I don't give you face, you are...
Humph, with my current strength, the protection of my senior brothers and sisters, and the capital I've saved, who can stop me from leaving? What a fuss!]
The veins on Qin Minghuang's forehead were throbbing slightly.
I really have to thank my dear daughter for giving her, the queen mother, some face.
The method that worked before to control Xiaoliu no longer seems to be working.
The vast majority of the silver bills, antiques and rare treasures confiscated from the four great families have indeed been deposited into the national treasury.
But given the little fox's temperament, he must have secretly intercepted a considerable portion.
Qin Minghuang was too lazy to delve into the specific amount, but estimated that it would be no less than one or two million taels.
With this money, the girl is even more fearless.
"Oh..." Qin Minghuang sighed deeply, feeling somewhat helpless.
Forget it, there is no rush for this matter.
Since Xiaoliu wants to rest, let her have a good rest.
Anyway, my cultivation has greatly improved and I am full of vitality now, so I can take the matter of the succession position with ease.
To be fair, after this ordeal, she was already quite satisfied.
While he was seriously ill and in a coma, his children did not engage in infighting, but worked together.
The third brother, Zhao Wan, is also able to tolerate his younger siblings and consider the overall situation. This is a rare good situation.
Now that we had put aside the sensitive topic, the rest of the journey became relaxed and comfortable.
The carriages and horses stopped frequently, and when they came across famous cities and towns, they would go in to visit and taste the delicacies from all over the place.
Qin Minghuang seemed to have completely forgotten his return date. He let the carriage move slowly and would stop at every county or village he passed.
Sometimes I stay for one night, and if I feel like it, it is common to stay for three or five days.
Apart from listening to the reports of world affairs from Xuanji Guard on a regular basis every day, he ignored all other government affairs and truly stole a little time off from his busy life.
Ten days passed in a flash, and it was almost the autumnal equinox.
After a few autumn rains, the weather became noticeably cooler, and a bleak chill filled the air.
However, this temperature change is nothing to the four people with extraordinary cultivation.
Just to avoid looking out of place, I also followed the local custom and bought some seasonal clothes.
One day, the carriage drove into a place called Qingquan Township.
Before we even got close to the market center, we saw a long queue in front of us.
The sound of people could be heard faintly; it was the time when the village was collecting autumn taxes.
Along the roadside ridges, most of the golden rice has been harvested, revealing some mottled land.
Most of the people waiting in line were wearing coarse cloth clothes that had been washed white. Their faces were tanned by the sun and bore the marks of years of hard work.
They either carried baskets full of new grain on shoulder poles or pushed heavy sacks on wheelbarrows, waiting quietly.
At the temporary tax point set up by the township officials, the abacus beads clattered, and as the officials counted the numbers, grain was poured into the official bucket.
An old man trembled as he handed over the food he had worked hard for a year, with a look of trepidation in his eyes;
There were also strong men who silently carried the grain bags, with veins on their foreheads bulging slightly;
The children were playing and fighting beside the team, unaware that the heavy food meant the whole family would be well fed and warm for the whole winter.
The autumn sun shines through the sparse clouds, onto the sweat-soaked food and the simple faces.
Everything seemed both ordinary and heavy.
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