"Seeing that father has made a big fuss because fifth brother attacked the deposed prince, third brother will certainly reconsider the position of the deposed prince in father's heart. I can just take advantage of Li's small fortune and pretend to withdraw. In this way, the threat identified by third brother will be the deposed prince..." King Qi said as he planned.

Concubine Xian nodded repeatedly, and finally warned: "Don't rush, and make sure your father doesn't realize that it was you who did it..."

"That's natural, mother, don't worry."

Concubine Xian heaved a long sigh of relief: "I am relieved to see that you are not discouraged."

"Discouraged?" King Qi smiled, "Don't worry, mother. Your son won't be defeated so easily."

If an unborn child can make him discouraged, then what is he fighting for? He would be content with having a wife, children and a warm bed like the seventh brother.

"The Emperor has arrived—"

As the eunuch shouted outside the door, Concubine Xian and Prince Qi immediately went out to greet them.

Emperor Jingming saw Prince Qi walking beside Concubine Xian and asked, "Is the fourth prince here too?"

Prince Qi greeted Emperor Jingming and said, "My mother was very worried when she heard about Li's miscarriage, so she asked me to come and ask about Li's situation."

"How is your wife?" Emperor Jingming asked as he walked inside.

Even though he felt it was not in line with Yuquan Palace, he still had to come and see that Concubine Xian's daughter-in-law was giving birth.

"It's been a torturous night... But don't worry, father. It's the same for women during childbirth. Just take good care of yourself." Prince Qi said calmly, trying his best to hide his grief.

Emperor Jingming sighed, "There is little to do in the first month of the year, so spend some time with your wife."

"Yes, my son knows."

"Then you can go back."

King Qi bowed and left.

Emperor Jingming persuaded Concubine Xian: "Children and parents are destined to each other. When the time comes, it will come."

"I understand what the emperor said, but I still feel sad..." Concubine Xian took the opportunity to gain sympathy.

The emperor hasn't stayed in Yuquan Palace for a long time.

Although she was no longer favored at her age, her staying overnight represented her status in the emperor's heart. For example, on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month, the emperor would definitely rest in Kunning Palace.

Emperor Jingming was not good at comforting people, so he said, "Don't be sad, the seventh daughter-in-law will definitely give you a plump grandson."

Concubine Xian: “…” If she could hit the emperor, she would slap him in the face!

After holding back for a moment, Concubine Xian said with trembling lips, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kind words."

Emperor Jingming sighed secretly: It seems that Concubine Xian is really sad, and her lips have turned white from trying so hard to suppress her grief. Forget it, he should leave so that Concubine Xian can cry.

Emperor Jingming left Yuquan Palace.

Feeling sad and angry at the same time, Concubine Xian covered her chest and rolled her eyes, and smashed the teacup with the broken lid.

Emperor Jingming returned to Yu's study and casually flipped through the newly published storybook when he saw Pan Hai hurriedly walk in.

"What's the matter again?" Emperor Jingming had a bad feeling.

Pan Hai lowered his head, avoiding the eyes of Emperor Jingming: "Madame Duo couldn't bear the punishment, she's gone..."

Emperor Jingming closed his eyes, then opened them again, grabbed the notebook on the table and tore it up.

"Your Majesty, please calm down..." Seeing Emperor Jingming tearing up the notebook, Pan Hai's heart trembled.

The emperor is furious. This storybook is a collector's edition that was released by Liuchu Huazhai before it closed down at the end of the year!

Throwing the torn notebook on the ground, Emperor Jingming regained his composure and said, "Announce the Minister of the Honglu Temple to see you."

In fact, he had already prepared himself for the fact that he would not be able to pry Aunt Duo's mouth open. When he heard that Aunt Duo could not endure the punishment and died, he was not very angry, but mainly felt aggrieved, so aggrieved!

In the eyes of successive emperors of the Great Zhou, the Wu Miao tribe was a mysterious existence that was difficult to mess with. As they had been at war with the Kingdom of Nanlan for many years, they would try not to offend this alien tribe sandwiched between the Great Zhou and Nanlan.

But now it was the other party who reached out his hand first. If he just endured it, what power would he have as the emperor?

The Minister of Honglu Temple was visiting relatives and friends when he was found by a servant who had run himself to pieces and hurried into the palace.

"I have seen the emperor."

Taking a look at the Minister of Honglu Temple, who was dressed festively, Emperor Jingming felt a little better and asked, "Did you go to pay New Year's greetings?"

The Minister of Honglu Temple was stunned for a moment, and said hurriedly: "Ah, I went to pay New Year's greetings..."

It's the second day of the Lunar New Year. Why not go to pay New Year's greetings? Why did the emperor ask him to come?

Pan Hai's mouth twitched when he heard the dry conversation between the emperor and his subjects.

"It's going to be warm soon."

"Yes." The Minister of Honglu Temple began to sweat.

He didn't know how quickly the weather would warm up, but now he was already so hot that he wanted to take off his clothes.

"When the river thaws, pick a group of smart ones from among your subordinates and go to Wumiao."

The Minister of Honglu Temple suddenly widened his eyes.

Being sent as an envoy to Wumiao? This is not a good job. He will be responsible for choosing who will go and who will not. However, he can make a small profit from this. His subordinates will certainly be happy to give him money...

Just as I was thinking about the good side, I heard Emperor Jingming say calmly: "When the time comes, you, my dear minister, should also go, to show that our Great Zhou attaches great importance to you."

Honglusi Qing shook his body, suppressed the urge to cry and responded, trying to comfort himself in his heart: It is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. When he arrives in Wumiao, it will not be bad to be treated as a guest of honor.

Then Emperor Jingming said calmly, "Don't worry, my dear minister. The people from the Jinlin Guard will go with you."

Honglu Temple's eyes went dark as he accepted this cruel fact in despair.

The entire first month of the year passed in a shroud of dark clouds.

In February, the weather began to warm up, and a team led by Honglu Temple Minister left the capital and headed for Wumiao.

Jiang Zhan is also leaving Beijing.

On the day of farewell, the long pavilion outside the city was filled with people.

"Brother, when you get to the south, don't show off. Remember, nothing is more important than safety." Jiang Yi's eyes turned red as she handed a bundle to Jiang Zhan.

Jiang Zhan asked with a smile: "What did you prepare for me, elder sister?"

"Two sets of clothes and two pairs of shoes."

"They are all very useful. When I come back from the south, I will bring you some good things."

"What good is there in a place like that? Just come back!" Jiang Ancheng rolled his eyes in anger at his son's heartless laughter and slapped him.

Jiang Zhan rubbed his beaten arm, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Father, my son is now a fourth-rank military commander after all, and those subordinates are still watching."

Jiang Ancheng glanced at the team waiting outside the pavilion and glared at Jiang Zhan, but did not scold him again.

Jiang Zhan looked at Jiang Si and raised his hand to pat her shoulder, but put his hand down silently under someone's murderous gaze.

"Fourth sister, I need you to take care of the family. If you have any problems, please write to me."

"Don't worry, second brother."

Jiang Zhan lowered his eyes and said with a smile, "When my nephew is born, remember to write to me."

Jiang Si agreed and handed a small bundle to Jiang Zhan: "There are some things in it that may be useful to you, brother. Don't lose it."

"It will definitely not be lost."

Jiang Zhan was a carefree man. He said everything he needed to say, then took the reins handed to him by the servant, jumped on the horse, waved to his family, and ran away with his foot on the horse's belly.