The letter was a peace letter from Ancient Shu, and it was stamped with the jade seal of the king of Ancient Shu. After reading it, Xuan Tianming handed it to Feng Yuheng and said, "It's within expectations, but the conditions need to be discussed further."
Feng Yuheng read in the letter that Gu Shu voluntarily asked for peace and expressed deep regret for the initiative to attack Dashun. As compensation, they did not intend to take back the three cities taken by Dashun, and also offered a large amount of gold and silver, willing to return to Dashun.
She raised her eyebrows: "We conquered those three cities in the first place. They used our things as compensation. That's really generous of them, isn't it?"
"So we need to discuss the conditions a little more." Xuan Tianming pondered, "Why not take the ancient Shu capital as the standard, and all the cities north of the capital belong to Dashun. If you agree, Dashun will agree to negotiate peace. If you don't agree, my army will directly attack their capital and leave them nothing." After saying that, he half turned his head and said to Bai Ze beside him, "It's settled. Have someone draft a memorial and send it back to the capital for the old man to review."
Bai Ze accepted the task happily, thinking that his master's ability to deceive people had improved after the wedding of the princess, and was even better than before! However, he was still a little puzzled: "We have already fought, why do we have to accept the peace talks? Can't we just destroy Gu Shu directly?" The bomb given by the princess was really useful. Not to mention Gu Shu, it would be effortless to blow up the whole world.
Feng Yuheng could understand why Xuan Tianming accepted the peace talks. She told Bai Ze, "The closer we get to the ancient Shu capital, the hotter the climate becomes. When we fought to Yueping City, the soldiers suffered from heatstroke more seriously than in the first two cities. If the entire ancient Shu capital was taken under the command of Dashun, it would be a headache for us just to govern it. According to your Highness's judgment, the most the Dashun people can endure is the heat north of Kyoto. Going south is too strenuous. It is better to leave it to the ancient Shu to govern and pay tribute every year. As for the remaining few cities, even if they have the will, they don't have the strength to do so."
Xuan Tianming nodded. His wife's analysis was still the most thorough.
Bai Ze also admired Feng Yuheng very much, and quickly arranged to write a memorial. Xuan Tianming also took Feng Yuheng back to Yueping City, settled down in the most beautiful city in the desert, and waited for the reply from Emperor Tianwu in Kyoto.
During this period of time, the most discussed topic between Xuan Tianming and Feng Yuheng was the matter of "marriage consummation".
Xuan Tianming's opinion was: "I have been waiting for you since you were twelve years old. Now that you have finally reached the age of marriage, you have to relieve my longing for you."
Feng Yuheng's opinion was: "With a powerful enemy at hand, you still have the mind to consummate your marriage? Besides, we are just staying here as guests, it doesn't count as marriage." However, after Xuan Tianming's repeated questioning, she finally spoke her mind: "After parents passed away, it's ok not to observe mourning for three years, but at least observe mourning for a hundred days. I can't accept consummating my marriage with you at this time psychologically."
Xuan Tianming sighed softly and hugged the person beside him, "It's hard for you." He could understand his wife's feelings. Both parents passed away. No matter whether the relationship was good or bad, the taboo was still there. It was only a hundred days. He could endure it.
They could endure it, since they were already married, they had to live together. So Feng Yuheng was held in his arms all night long. At first, he could endure it, but later, he couldn't stand the heat of the desert and the need for a heater around him. So the two of them simply went to sleep in the space. The constant temperature environment and the facilities of the 21st century made them feel extremely comfortable.
The memorials to the capital were delivered by flying eagles, in order to be fast. The so-called memorials were just a piece of paper folded into a small square, and they didn't look like a memorial at all. However, Emperor Tianwu didn't care about it. He and Lao Jiu had long been accustomed to this way of passing information, and he didn't think it was wrong at all. Especially when he saw the letter saying that the three cities of ancient Shu had been captured, including Yueping City, the largest city in ancient Shu and the most beautiful city in the desert, he was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.
At that time, the old emperor was having lunch in Yuehan Palace, and Concubine Yun allowed him to take a nap here after lunch. Of course, the bedroom was separate, but it was enough for the old emperor to sleep comfortably. He handed the letter to Concubine Yun, poured himself a small cup of wine, and took advantage of Concubine Yun's inattention to drink it in one go. Concubine Yun just glanced at him, and the old emperor scratched his head: "Happy, happy."
Compared to Emperor Tianwu, Concubine Yun was much calmer. She took the letter in her hand, read it once and said, "Ah Heng's contribution is great."
Emperor Tianwu also nodded and said, "I heard that they used a kind of thunder, which the people in the southern realm call heavenly thunder. One thunder thrown over killed everyone. The most amazing thing is that we conquered the three cities of Ancient Shu without losing a single soldier. It was a complete victory!"
Concubine Yun snorted coldly: "That's right! It didn't take much effort to defeat the enemy, but the mess left by your eighth son made those two kids worry a lot." She had lived in the deep palace for a long time, but that didn't mean she didn't know anything about what was happening outside. Concubine Yun also had spies, and her spies were either arranged by Xuan Tianming or Xuan Tianhua. None of them were given for nothing, and they were more skilled than the secret agents around other princes. Concubine Yun would hear new reports on the affairs of the Southern Realm almost every few days, and she was also very curious about the legendary thunder.
When Emperor Tianwu heard Concubine Yun mention the Eighth Son, he felt guilty. In fact, he wanted to be ruthless and kill him with a slap like he did with the Third Son. But he was his own son, not only was he related by blood, but because of Concubine Yun's incident, the old emperor always felt guilty towards his other sons, so he couldn't help but be lenient in dealing with him.
Concubine Yun knew what he was thinking, and she didn't force him. She just reminded him: "Don't go too far in everything. If you harm more innocent people because of your soft heart, then you, as the emperor, have to reflect on yourself." She was referring to the jade mine. With sufficient evidence, the eighth prince Xuan Tianmo was called to the Ministry of Justice every day for trial, which was also very passive. But after all, he made a lot of noise this time. There were many concubines and concubines in the harem who were neglected, and there were many officials in the court who were inclined to him. So that as soon as the Ministry of Justice pulled the case to the left, those people immediately tried every means to pull it back to the right. The case was deadlocked like a saw, but there was a good thing that made Xuan Tianmo unable to take care of the war in the southern border. He just messed up the second prince's grain delivery team, and he was no longer able to do anything else.
Tianwu was very upset about this, but he really couldn't do anything about it. He saw that his brilliant life was about to be ruined by his eighth son in his old age. But when he thought about how he loved Xuan Tianmo when he was a child, the ruthlessness in his heart was retracted.
He just couldn't bring himself to be cruel! He patted his head and said helplessly: "I have done all the evil, and now I am old, I don't know how to pay it back." After saying that, he drank another cup of wine.
Emperor Tianwu drank a little too much today, and Concubine Yun did not persuade him. She knew that the old man was in a bad mood. Although he could let go of his feelings for those concubines, his son was his blood after all, so she could not say much. She just felt that it was not a good thing for the old man to miss his relatives to this extent. As the maternal families of those concubines turned to the Eighth Prince, the atmosphere in the palace became more and more weird. Those women who had not made trouble for more than ten or twenty years were ready to make some trouble, but she didn't know what kind of trouble they could make. She just hoped that her son and daughter-in-law would come back soon, and hope that they would not change before they returned to the capital.
One month after Xuan Tianming's letter was delivered by Flying Eagle, Emperor Tianwu's reply also reached the southern border and was delivered to Xuan Tianming by Bai Ze. Tianwu expressed his full support for his decision to take all the cities north of the ancient Shu capital, and also praised him for his thoughtful consideration. The unique climate of the desert made it very difficult for Dashun to govern the entire ancient Shu Kingdom. The north of the capital could barely be maintained, which also required a lot of investment. If he attacked again in one fell swoop, he was afraid that he would not be able to digest it.
With the reply from Emperor Tianwu, Xuan Tianming immediately sent people to negotiate with the ancient Shu. The king of ancient Shu seemed to realize that it was not feasible to compensate the other party with only three cities that had already been seized. When the envoy from Xuan Tianming arrived, he did not think much about it and nodded in agreement.
For the ancient Shu, giving up the north of the capital meant that the capital had to move further south. They were not afraid of the heat, but they felt very distressed about those cities that were given up. The king of the ancient Shu hated Bi Xiu's family, and with one order, all nine members of the Bi family were executed!
The so-called peace talks of ancient Shu were actually surrender. The other ten small countries saw this and despised it, but there was nothing they could do. In the past, they were not close to Dashun and lived their own lives. Although their national strength was a little weak, they were still free. But now it was different. Xuan Tianming issued an ultimatum to them one by one. Those who wanted to live and wanted their own country should surrender and become vassal states, and pay tribute every year. If they did not obey, the Dashun army would immediately bring thunder to blow up their undefeated countries.
How could the ten small countries withstand such intimidation? Moreover, they had seen the power of the thunder before. It was too terrible, too terrible. So, the kings of the ten countries thought about it and decided to surrender and accept their fate! Who made them stand on the wrong side in the first place?
In a battle in the southern border, Dashun took half of the ancient Shu and gained ten new foreign countries. Xuan Tianming was an idol of the whole Dashun because of his great military achievements. The legend of him being the god of war was even more legendary. Of course, his wife, the wife of Prince Yu, Princess Ji'an, was as famous as him! Because the matter of the thunderbolt had already spread throughout the world, Xuan Tianming did not deliberately conceal it and simply announced to the world that the thunderbolt was made by Princess Ji'an. Just like the new steel, they were all great contributions made by Princess Ji'an to Dashun.
But the common people were more talkative than him. They said that it was the dowry that Princess Ji'an prepared for her wedding. Hers was a ten-mile red dress, but hers was a ten-mile military uniform, mighty and domineering.
For a time, the legend about Princess Ji'an spread all over the world. This kind of praise was enough to make a person a god. Feng Yuheng felt that it was too high-profile, but he could not control the speed and scope of people's spread. However, Xuan Tianming was more open-minded. He said, "Spread it. I can't control it. It's better to accept it happily. What's more, my wife is a fairy. What people say is true."
On the fifth day of the sixth month in the twenty-fourth year of Tianwu, the God of War returned to the court...
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