When Jiang Zhou heard that the empress was going to send troops to fight, he ran to see what she said. When he heard what she said, he was thinking that it was a bit uncivilized. When he turned around, he saw Zhang Zan, the Minister of Rites, writing furiously.
"The Emperor has decreed that the traitors of Yue provoked us, but were defeated by our army and were destroyed. I mercifully spared their lives, yet they have shown no gratitude... Today I raise the sword again to punish these ungrateful individuals and uphold the might of my Dragon..."
Jiang Zhou was stunned. "No, is this what the Empress said? Which of these sentences did the Empress say? My Lord, is this considered tampering with the imperial edict?"
Zhang Zan Wangzhi glared at him with disdain: "What do you know? The dignity of Her Majesty the Empress is protected by this official!"
No matter what Her Majesty the Empress said, he could transform it into the official language of very domineering literature.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites are responsible for maintaining etiquette, literature, and appearance, not just organizing banquets.
Then Jiang Zhou turned around and saw a historian writing with great speed, his eyes dazzled, his face flushed, and he looked a little vulgar.
He leaned over to take a look, and saw words that shocked his whole world written on the paper.
The Empress has finally taken action against the Kingdom of Yue. The new King of Yue, Murong Yu, has no idea what he's about to face. Can the beauty that once captivated His Majesty and won her favor, once again move the Empress' heart?
"The Empress said I want to live, which shows that she still feels reluctant to let me go. Is this a rekindled old love, or a new round of tragic love?"
'A battle between two nations, the winner becomes king, the loser warms the bed...
Jiang Zhou's worldview was shattered. "No, the history book written by this historian is too wild, isn't it? Is this something that can be passed down to future generations?"
The historian looked up at him, and Jiang Zhou realized that he had spoken his mind. He was about to try to make amends, but the historian was still excited: "What do you know? His Majesty allowed me to write this. The facts are not important, but I must write about His Majesty handsomely and majestically, and then add gold foil and silver flowers, and sell a copy in the capital for twenty taels of silver."
The historian held his face in his hands as he spoke, fascinated. "The last copy of 'The Emperor's Heart Is Like Jade', written by Your Majesty and the Prime Minister, sold over thirty thousand copies. Now that it's out of print, it's fetching three hundred taels of silver a copy at the auction house. Your Majesty even gave me a reward when he heard about it."
As he spoke of the treasure, he pulled out a jade-carved pen from his chest, his expression of pride evident: "This is the gift from His Majesty to me. Isn't it beautiful?"
Jiang Zhou: "Uh..."
Well, he is a frog in the well, with limited knowledge. I am so disrespectful!
When going to war against the Kingdom of Yue, Xiao Li sent three generals. Except for Wu Lie who had been with Xiao Li for a long time, the other two, Li Zhu and Liang Hu, were promoted from the military camp.
With eight hundred silver-armored guards and artillery, it is more than enough to attack the Kingdom of Yue, which is only half as strong as it is now.
Of course Xiao Li had to throw Chu Yungui in as well, as generals are all trained on the battlefield.
Although he had been teased, Chu Yungui knew that it was His Majesty's drunken prank and did not take it to heart. As for this expedition, he was no longer as confused as he was when the empress asked him to kill someone in the beginning. Now he only had a determined heart to make achievements and become a general.
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On the third day after Xiao Li sent troops to attack the State of Yue, news from the capital arrived.
Song Junzhan did not die, but his old illness relapsed and he fell into a coma.
Xiao Li suspected that this was another trick they were playing on her, to lure her back.
But this time Xiao Li really wronged them. Song Junzhan was immortal, but his health was really bad, and his coma was entirely due to his own fault.
Xiao Li has already asked Zi Yue to take people to escort Cen An back to Beijing quickly. Now it depends on Song Junzhan's own life.
On the Yue side, just when the two armies were about to fight, heavy rain suddenly fell. The heavy rain continued for three days in a row, and eventually formed a flood, washing away half of Xiao Li's artillery. Even the remaining ones were greatly reduced in value due to being soaked in water, and some could not even be used at all.
Xiao Li was so angry that he laughed.
World consciousness is all garbage that is not worth playing with.
"If the artillery can't be used, then let them see for themselves the strength of my Silver Armor Guards!"
With artillery, you can get twice the result with half the effort. Without artillery, the Silver Armor Army is no pushover.
The existence of artillery makes the Silver Armor Army famous, but on weekdays the Silver Armor Army does not use artillery and relies on their own abilities.
Battle reports were delivered one after another, and food and fodder were sent out one cart after another.
Without artillery, it was indeed not so easy to capture the city, but news of victory still came in one after another.
Within half a month, three cities were captured.
The war once again spread to the capital of Yue.
The rain kept falling, and the floods caused by the heavy rain destroyed countless villages and destroyed all the food that the people were about to harvest.
In the end, the damage was so severe that it completely cut off contact between Yanping Prefecture and the front lines, and even battle reports could not be received.
Xiao Li stood on the city wall. There was continuous heavy rain in the sky and a flood below that was blocked by the city gate.
"Is the Imperial Sister worried about the war?"
Xiao Jingyi, whose injuries had almost recovered, came to Xiao Li.
Xiao Li glanced at him and continued to look at the sky: "I am wondering, who is more cruel, me who started the war, or the sky that drowned the world with heavy rain."
She ruled the world, and although there was blood and bones along the way, she really governed the world well after she got it.
Murong Yu recaptured half of the territory of Yue State, but he had no money. In order to support the army, he collected three or four times the taxes from the people and forced the men in the people to serve in the military.
The people of Yue State were complaining and the public outrage was boiling.
Murong Yu took back the Kingdom of Yue for the sake of the Yue royal family and his own desire for power, and the people were just his tools.
On the other hand, the people in Longsheng have not paid taxes for two years. They do not need to be forced to join the army, and the benefits are clearly written there. Those who have sons in their families are scrambling to join the army.
And now, in order to prevent Xiao Li from seizing the tattered half of Yue State, they sent down torrential rain and caused severe floods, destroying the lives of countless people and taking more lives than those lost in the war.
Does Xu Nianqing have to be the emperor? Does it have to conform to the trajectory of the world they set to be correct?
Xiao Jingyi looked at Xiao Li. His royal sister was just like before, with her back straight and looking proudly.
"Heaven and earth are unkind, treating all things as straw dogs. Your Majesty is benevolent and loving to the world, and is deeply loved by the people. How can you be said to be ruthless and cruel?"
Xiao Li smiled faintly: "It's been a few years since we last met, and your flattery skills are getting better and better."
Xiao Jingyi: "I remain true to my original aspiration and am always ready to serve Your Majesty."
Xiao Li looked at him deeply. She knew Xiao Jingyi's intentions and understood his loyalty.
But Xiao Li just couldn't treat him as his confidant.
Since Xiao Li did not plan to establish a queen, she could not have a husband, and similarly, she would not be able to have children.
Under such circumstances, an obedient, sensible, excellent younger brother who is not so disliked by the emperor is simply born to be the successor to the throne.
Sometimes a person is hated not because he is bad, but because he is too good, just right, as good as if he was carefully carved.
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