After a two-day stay in Meiling County, the situation in Zhuque South Province has completely stabilized.
The second prince, Qin Jingheng, was ultimately not truly determined to become a puppet emperor, and the situation had not yet developed to the point of openly establishing a state and being completely irreversible.
Therefore, he is still "sitting" in the state government office of the Baiyue Protectorate, but his situation and state of mind are completely different now.
The previous plans to secretly bribe military generals and cultivate private cliques were naturally completely thwarted.
At that moment, the situation was extremely tense, and he was already incredibly lucky to have survived.
In addition, given his past blemishes of "misjudging people" and nearly succumbing to the wrath of the Southern Frontier and powerful families, the only way to survive for now is to keep a low profile and act discreetly.
Eight thousand warriors from the southern border tribes have removed their armor and returned to their homeland in the mountains.
Only the Holy Maiden Ayado and the five main tribal leaders remained temporarily in the Protectorate to handle the follow-up matters.
The basic framework for opening the border trade has been agreed upon, and the news has been relayed back to the various tribes in southern Xinjiang. Soon, a large amount of goods will be traded between them.
Especially now that the autumn harvest is about to end, the imperial court does not need to transfer supplies from elsewhere on a large scale. Local trading is sufficient, which saves the cost and trouble of long-distance transportation.
The Second Prince's most important political task at present is to do everything in his power to make this matter atoning for his mistakes.
As for Qin Zhaoyue and Qin Minghuang, they had already boarded a carriage and embarked on their slow journey back north.
Qin Zhaoyue had no opinion on this.
During the two days in Meiling County, all I did was eat and sleep, as if I was trying to make up for the seven days of lost sleep in one go, sleeping until I was completely exhausted.
Until Qin Minghuang personally dug her out of bed and stuffed her into the carriage.
It was still the same carriage that Yin Zhe had prepared, with thick, soft cushions inside, making the ride quite smooth.
Qin Zhaoyue leaned lazily against Chu Xinglan's arm, her eyelids still heavy, dozing off.
With none of the maids from the Mo Group around, she couldn't very well rely on her mother, the Empress, could she? The mother and daughter weren't that close yet.
But it's different with my senior sister. What's wrong with leaning on her?
Thus, this top-tier second-grade expert became her personal "human pillow."
Qin Minghuang gently lifted one side of the silk curtain, staring blankly at the scenery rushing past outside the window, lost in thought.
The group consisted of four people: two second-grade grandmasters and two third-grade experts. Such a lineup was enough to shake the entire world.
Instead of using his cultivation to conceal his appearance, he used a disguise mask specially made by the Xuanji Guard.
Qin Minghuang disguised herself as an old lady, while Qin Zhaoyue and Chu Xinglan disguised themselves as ordinary-looking young women. As for Jiang Wuyai...
He didn't need to dress up. He just needed to tidy up his slightly disheveled appearance over the past few days and change into the coarse clothes of an ordinary coachman. Anyone who saw him would think he was an honest and hardworking coachman.
Thus, the four-person group was formed, consisting of the old lady, her youngest daughter, a maidservant by her side, and a coachman responsible for driving the carriage.
Qin Zhaoyue originally thought she would have to travel day and night to get back to Fengjing, but her mother said there was no need to rush.
Qin Minghuang has obtained the latest intelligence through the Xuanji Guard's channels. The war in the northern border has temporarily come to an end, and everything is peaceful in Fengjing City.
Therefore, she made the decision to travel slowly north and take the opportunity to observe the people's conditions.
Not only that, he even ordered that the news of his recovery be suppressed and not allowed to be sent back to the capital.
The excuse was that it would give the Third Princess, Fourth Princess, and others who remained in the capital more experience.
Once the imperial entourage returns to the capital, given her current transformed and vibrant physique, unless she voluntarily abdicates, the imperial heirs will likely have little chance of regaining access to the power of regent.
To be honest, experience counts, and a mother's thoughts are truly... profound.
The fragmented thoughts inevitably reached Qin Minghuang's ears. Her fingers, which were gripping the curtains, paused slightly, and she sighed softly in her heart.
This sixth grader...
Qin Minghuang was originally a free-spirited and unrestrained person. In her youth, she loved riding horses and playing football, and she also admired handsome young men.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen six different imperial consorts in succession, fathered six children, and jokingly said that she wanted to form a football team and lead it herself.
However, a sudden palace coup propelled her to the throne, and she was then confined within those palace walls for fourteen years.
For fourteen years, he has devoted himself to meticulous planning and preparation, and the furthest he has ever relaxed was a short stay at the Imperial Estate on the outskirts of Beijing.
The palaces left by the late emperor had long been abandoned due to a lack of maintenance funds. Since she ascended the throne, the national treasury had been empty, so there was no extra money to repair any palaces or villas.
Therefore, with the overall situation now settled, Qin Minghuang was not in a hurry to return to the imperial city that had imprisoned her for fourteen years.
Instead, they decided to take Xiao Liu back north slowly, to take a good look at the land they had painstakingly protected along the way.
After traveling for half a day, the carriage looked out the window at the vibrant scene outside, so different from that inside the palace walls.
She suddenly understood Xiao Liu's seemingly lazy but actually unwilling-to-be-bound nature.
He lowered the carriage curtain and looked back inside, seeing Xiao Liu nestled lazily against Chu Xinglan.
The sole commander of the Ziwei Terrace, a transcendent and unique figure in the palace, a dignified second-rank Grandmaster, was now willingly serving as a pillow for his daughter. This scene... was truly somewhat surreal.
"Sixth Brother," Qin Minghuang said, pulling herself out of her thoughts, "what do you think of the battle our leader fought in the Northern Border?"
Qin Zhaoyue leaned against Chu Xinglan without moving, only extending a thumbs-up, her message concise and to the point:
"What else is there to say? Awesome, absolutely fantastic!"
She had also read the battle reports from the Northern Frontier. Her elder sister had dared to charge straight into the main force of the Shuofeng Kingdom with only 2,000 light cavalry from the Phoenix Feather Camp, which had been formed just half a month ago.
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