The queen was stunned. She had clearly told her son not to go, but he...his own son no longer trusted her as his mother. Only now did she realize that those rumors she had scoffed at had already planted a defense in her son's heart.
In the son's heart, his loving father Khan was as kind as the sky and the earth. The rumors that were flying around when his father Khan was seriously ill made him feel alienated from his mother, the queen, and the false imperial edict made him even more resentful.
Now, not only has she lost her son, but she is also faced with the question of the eldest prince: "Since the Great Khan had already left a will before his death to pass the throne to his younger brother, why did the queen lie and say that the throne was to be passed to me?"
She couldn't tell the rumor in front of the uncles and the eldest prince. The only one who believed the rumor was her own son.
She blamed herself for wanting to wait until her son was older before telling him what happened. Then she thought, poisoning the eldest son's mother was a shameful crime, and if she could kill the eldest son, she wouldn't have to tell her children. The Khan had already made a decision about what happened, so why would she expose her shortcomings in front of her children?
When the Khan was alive, she had attacked the eldest prince several times, but each time she was one step behind. The eldest prince seemed to be worried and only took precautions, not fighting back. Therefore, she never suffered any loss from her fatal attacks.
But one day she fell off her horse. The eldest prince's wife came to help her and said, "This horse is always like this. It hurts people again and again. There is no need to teach it a lesson. Just kill it."
The horse was killed in front of her. She returned to the royal tent with lingering fear. The Khan said to her, "Don't do it again." He hugged her and said, "You don't have the ability to do it, and you pushed people into a corner. You are stupid!" It turned out that he knew everything.
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Now she did it again, and the result was that her son died. "Stupid!" No, no, it wasn't her who was stupid, it was her stupid son who even took out his will to show others.
What would she say now?
Regardless, all three of them understood she was going to let them fight it out, a fight that would benefit the fisherman. She'd light a fire, then sit back and watch the fight. But now it seemed more like she'd shot herself in the foot. "Stupid!" No!
"Falsifying a will is a capital crime," said the eldest prince.
Is this to kill her?
Or did it point out a way out? Of the two wills, one was true and the other was false.
Anyway, her son was already dead, so it was her dead biological son who forged the will, not her.
Let’s just say that I can survive and take revenge later.
"I did not forge the will. Before the Khan died, he did say that the throne would be passed on to the eldest son."
"So the emperor's younger brother forged the imperial edict?" The eldest prince looked at her, holding the edict taken from her son's body.
"yes."
Although the emperor's legitimate son is young, he has already married. Now, because his son is guilty of forging the imperial edict, he is not a heroic soul who died in battle, but a criminal who forcibly led the troops to join the war for his own selfish reasons, and forged the imperial edict, causing heavy casualties. His young wife, his wife's family who supported him, his subordinates, confidants, and military forces, which were originally the queen's power, were all wiped out because of the queen's "yes".
The charge was, "The prince had no intention of issuing this false edict. You, seeking credit for supporting him and the glory of the king, instigated and instigated it. Your intentions deserve death, and your crimes are grave."
The grassland was filled with the smell of blood, and the wind carried the smell far away.
The young uncle said to her, "You are too impatient. After the Khan passed away, you didn't need to mention the will.
Just keep your will and see what everyone else thinks."
After thinking about it, he couldn't help but remind her, "Before the Khan passed away, did he tell you about the succession?"
She thought about it, shook her head and said, "He just looked at the grassland for a long time."
The young uncle said, “If the Khan really wanted to hand over the throne to you and your son, he would have made arrangements and instructions. He would not issue a will, but would convene a meeting of the leaders of all tribes and publicly pass on the throne.
Even if he passed the throne to you through an imperial edict, and you were right beside him, he didn't give you the edict, nor did he give you any instructions. Perhaps until that moment, he couldn't bear to see you and your son suffer."
What does that mean? What do you mean by "unbearable"? The queen didn't understand.
The young uncle said, "The Khan has a fifty-man personal guard, known as the Flying Eagles. If the throne is passed to your son, the Flying Eagles will be under his command and serve as his personal guard. But where are these fifty men now?"
The queen said, "These fifty men have been guarding the Khan's mausoleum."
The young uncle said, "When they make a move, I'm afraid that will reveal the Khan's true intentions."
The queen said, "Do you think I forged the edict that would pass the throne to my son? No, that was the Khan's will!"
The young uncle said, "You still don't understand. That was what the Khan left for you, but it wasn't his true will."
The Queen asked, "Why do you say this isn't his true will?"
Soon after Prince Luo Rui learned of the death of the Northern Hun Khan, 30,000 Northern Hun soldiers gathered outside an ordinary fortress in a border town. 10,000 of them burned, killed, and looted, while 20,000 watched from afar, as if ready to support the remaining 10,000 at any moment.
This border town had only 3,000 soldiers stationed there. The Northern Huns would periodically attack these small border towns, robbing the Xuanyuan Dynasty's civilians of their supplies. Their rapid attack and retreat, loot and run, especially in winter, was a common practice for the Northern Huns.
But usually those who participated in looting, burning and killing were always cavalry of several hundred people. After all, it was impossible to raise troops on a large scale and provoke war without the king's order.
The idea of 30,000 men seizing a border town was still inconceivable. Although the Northern Huns' intentions were still unclear, Luo Rui urgently dispatched troops for support. The city's defenses were a single line, and any breach would be detrimental.
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