Feng Yuheng felt that she was not the worst offender, Xuan Tianming was a master at doing business! He happily handed over the command of the Imperial Guards in exchange for 300,000 troops from the Southern Territory. This deal was a good deal no matter how you looked at it. However, the only thing that worried her was that the Imperial Guards were guarding the Imperial Palace. There was still room for maneuver in the border riots, and there was a chance to take the city back even if it was captured. But once the palace was controlled by someone, it would be like directly kidnapping the power center of Dashun. This was equivalent to a person who had his hands and feet cut off and still had a chance to survive, but if his heart was crushed, he would definitely die. When Feng Yuheng thought of this, a layer of worry appeared on his face again.
After the matter was settled, Tianwu finally ordered everyone to leave the palace immediately, including the princes, concubines, and even the queen. No one was allowed to accompany him. He had drunk too much and wanted to go back to sleep.
Zhang Yuan helped Tianwu out of the forest, presented him with a jade sedan chair, and Tianwu sat on the sedan chair, still muttering: "Is Ah Heng really not allowed to enter the palace in the future? I didn't seem to agree too firmly just now, can this matter be reversed?"
Zhang Yuan told him helplessly, "I can't go back. Your Majesty, you just promised that the princess will not interfere in the affairs of the court and will not enter the palace anymore. Even the Baicaotang in the palace city will probably be closed." Zhang Yuan was angry as he spoke, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "What a bunch of old immortals, why doesn't Your Majesty whip them all to death?"
Tianwu snorted coldly: "Do you think beating a group of ministers to death is the same as beating a concubine to death? To put it bluntly, beating a concubine to death is a family matter, and beating a minister to death is a national matter! Although I dote on Lao Jiu, I have no intention of being a tyrant, and I don't want Lao Jiu to bear the crime of being a bastard. Forget it, the country will always be handed over to the next generation, let them fight for it, Ah Heng is a good child, but since she followed Lao Jiu, this is what she must bear. Along the way, whether it is storms or ups and downs, they have to go through several rounds before they can sit firmly on this world. If I escort them all the way, the throne will be too easy to sit on. I am afraid that they will not know how to cherish it in the future, and they will not be able to handle things properly when encountering problems. It’s a pity that Ah Heng can’t come to the palace often. I like the tea she sent me and her novel things very much. It’s good for her to chat with me."
Zhang Yuan said, "What I regret most is not those things, but that the princess can't come to the palace often to check the emperor's pulse, let alone those precious medicines. If the Beijing Herb Hall is closed again, if you have a headache or fever again, you can only drink the bitter medicine soup as before. The problem is that it is bitter and the effect is slow. You know, the medical skills passed down by our ancestors can cure the root of the disease, but the imperial doctors in the palace dare not use strong medicine to treat you. They are all lukewarm. It is clear that the medicine will be cured in three days, but they have to delay it for ten days and half a month. Isn't this suffering?"
Emperor Tianwu sighed after hearing this. This was nothing. The most terrible thing was that old man Yao. I heard that the Yao family and Miss Heng had reconciled. Now his eighth son had offended Miss Heng. With Old Man Yao's temper, he would never come to the palace to drink with him again. Alas! Why did I forget about this just now? It was really terrible. If I had known earlier, I would have been a tyrant and would not have agreed to those old men! What a mistake, what a mistake!
Tianwu was sighing, and Zhang Yuan thought it was for Feng Yuheng, but he was just upset because he had no drinking buddies. As for Mingzhi Palace, Tianwu left first, followed by the Queen and the concubines. Yuan Guiren walked a few steps slowly, and when she passed by the Eighth Prince, she looked at him with a worried look on her face, but she heard the Eighth Prince whisper in her ear: "Don't worry, mother, controlling the palace is equivalent to controlling the mouthpiece of Dashun." This made Yuan Guiren feel more at ease, and then she quietly followed the group of concubines and left.
The rest of the people also left one after another. Xuan Tianming walked to Feng Yuheng and said cheerfully: "Wife, retreat!"
However, in reality, his mood was far less relaxed than he showed. After leaving the palace, the two of them boarded Xuan Tianming's carriage together, with Wang Chuan following, while Huang Quan took Zi Rui to inform the princess's palace carriage to return home first. As soon as they were on the road, Feng Yuheng expressed her worries, to which Xuan Tianming nodded in agreement, but still comforted her, "It's not as serious as you think! The palace is indeed important, but no matter how much trouble you make, it's just a commotion within the palace walls, and it won't harm the people. It's not like a war at the border, we can win quickly and decisively, but once the other side seizes the city, according to the behavior of those small countries in the desert, they will definitely massacre the city."
"Massacre of the city..." Feng Yuheng frowned and pondered. She knew what massacre of the city represented, and it was not just a phrase that could describe the people's miserable lives. She had not experienced the ancient massacre of the city, but she had fought in the battlefields of the Northern Boundary Thousand Weeks, and had seen the tragic scene of Duanmu Anguo sinking the Winter Palace. Moreover, in her previous life, she had been to the Middle East, rescued the wounded from the ruins of the flames, and had seen those criminals who shouted so-called beliefs and committed beastly acts. A palace coup is terrible, but it is much more rational than being massacred by another country. "Will those small countries in the desert really rebel?" she asked Xuan Tianming, "Are you sure?"
Xuan Tianming nodded, "I'm sure. Lao Ba made a deal with them. The southern countries represented by Gu Shu jointly attacked Da Shun, causing chaos in the southern border. He was certain that I would go to war, so he should find some reasons to stay in the capital. The southern border will not let me fight too easily, and his soldiers will not listen to me. This battle will be defeated, and at least three cities will be lost. The small countries in the southern border will also take this opportunity to negotiate peace with the capital of Da Shun, and the condition is to make Lao Ba the crown prince. When Lao Ba succeeds to the throne, the deal they had previously agreed on can be carried out. Da Shun will give up the three cities in the southern border to the small countries in the desert, and Gu Shu will distribute them uniformly."
"You said last time that the Eighth Prince is not a man who keeps his promises." Feng Yuheng's eyes flashed coldly, "Also, are you so sure that you will lose?"
Xuan Tianming smiled bitterly, "Old Eight is certainly not a man who keeps his promises. Once he takes the throne, he will gather most of Dashun's troops to attack Ancient Shu and the Great Desert at the first opportunity. He will never let Dashun's territory slip away from him. This is why I still have some brotherly feelings for him. At least in the worst-case scenario, if he ascends the throne, Dashun's national fortune will not suffer."
"But who knows how many people will pay the price of their lives in this process!" Feng Yuheng gritted her teeth in anger: "For his own selfishness, he would rather drag so many people to be buried with him. Even if he takes back the three cities afterwards, what about the dead people? Can they be resurrected?" She still has humanitarianism in her heart, and she can't stand people who treat the lives of ordinary people as worthless.
"So we have to fight." Xuan Tianming told her, "You just asked why I am so sure that I will lose. That's because I know his tactics too well. If I go to this battle, you will see that the reserve military supplies, medicines and food will never be distributed according to the quantity, let alone delivered on time. It is very likely that they will be stranded halfway, leaving our soldiers without food to eat and horses without grass to chew. How can we win like this?"
"Fuck!" Feng Yuheng cursed directly, "It's so fucking shady." In addition to armor, weapons and command tactics, the most important things for fighting on the battlefield are food and military supplies, as well as necessary medicines. If these are not enough, the soldiers can't even eat enough, how can they fight? Not to mention whether they have the strength, it's psychologically unacceptable! Fighting on the battlefield is a job that carries their lives, and every charge may not come back, but they are not even given a full meal before they die. There is no such reason in ancient and modern times. They are given a full meal before being beheaded on the guillotine!
Feng Yuheng was so angry that her heart was pounding, but what could she do? She asked Xuan Tianming: "Can you not go?"
Xuan Tianming told her, "The military power of Dashun was not delegated to too many generals during the reign of our father. Even General Pingnan gradually gave up his power over the years, and all power was transferred to the princes. Among the princes, the only ones who have military power and can fight are me and Old Eight, and my Seventh Brother."
"Seventh brother?" Feng Yuheng gritted her teeth, "You mean, if you don't go, only Seventh brother can go? What the hell is the difference?" She couldn't control her inner emotions, but she knew that no matter how she scolded, it would be useless. Unless she killed Xuan Tianmo, this matter would not be over. But killing Xuan Tianmo is easier said than done. Even if she has the cheating space in her hand, Xuan Tianmo's bedroom in Prince Sheng's Mansion is not so easy to break into. However... she rolled her eyes. If the bedroom is not easy to break into, it is not impossible to go around somewhere else. Since Xuan Tianming may not be able to keep up with the reserve food and grass after the expedition, they can only let them go to the south to buy it themselves, and the money... "Okay, let's talk about these things later. Take me back to the mansion first. It's getting late. I'll go back and rest for a while. I have things to do in the evening."
"What's the matter?" Xuan Tianming frowned, "What are you going to do? I'm telling you, Old Eight is not the old Third. He's not that easy to deal with. Don't do anything rash."
"Oh, who would mess with him?" Feng Yuheng said with a smile: "I am going to the Lu family. Lu Yan was poisoned for no apparent reason. I am worried about this matter. I will go to check it out tonight."
Xuan Tianming also knew that she had been struggling with this matter, so he no longer doubted it and sent her to the gate of the Princess's Mansion. He only told her, "Be careful when you move at night and take your class with you."
Feng Yuheng smiled at him, "Don't worry, this is just the Lu Mansion, it's not a place full of tigers and wolves. Ban Zou would be a burden if I brought him with me, you know."
Xuan Tianming nodded and said nothing more. He knew that this girl had a Qiankun space. In times of crisis, others would hide in it, and even the Great Luo Immortals would not be able to find her. This was why he trusted her to act alone.
The two separated at the gate of the Princess's Mansion. Not long after, Huang Quan and Zi Rui also followed their own palace carriage back to the mansion. After what happened in the palace, Zi Rui had been frowning and unhappy. When he saw Feng Yuheng, he wanted to say something to her, but in the end he only said: "Sister, have a good rest, we will talk tomorrow."
Feng Yuheng sighed that the child had really grown up, so he asked the servants to take Zirui back to the room, and he also took the maid back to the yard. As soon as he entered the house, Wangchuan couldn't wait to say: "Miss, you lied to His Highness!"
Huang Quan was shocked. "Miss lied to His Highness? Why did you lie to His Highness?"
Wang Chuan stamped his feet, stared at Feng Yuheng and said, "Miss, you said you were going to Lu's mansion at night, but you actually wanted to go to a more dangerous place, right? If I'm not mistaken, it should be Prince Sheng's mansion, right?"
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