Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Political Hall.

The eunuchs and palace maids guarding the outer room all lowered their heads and listened attentively, their faces solemn and they dared not make any sound for fear of disturbing the people in the inner room.

This was the place where the emperor discussed important matters with important officials of the court. The emperor, the imperial preceptor, Prince Xuan and several other important officials were present to discuss whether the princess should marry a foreign prince.

The atmosphere was tense at this time, with civil officials and military officials arguing fiercely, as if they were about to fight at any moment.

A middle-aged civil servant stroking his mustache was the first to speak out:

"Your Majesty, I think we should agree to the marriage proposal made by the Beiming Kingdom's envoy. If we don't agree, they will use this as an excuse to start a war. Now is the spring farming season, and we must not disturb people's livelihood."

"If we agree, Beiming will have no reason to start a war. Even if it insists on going to war later, we are the one who is right. If we are righteous, we will have many supporters. Then we can also obtain the strength of many parties to defeat Beiming."

Another minister with a refined temperament also stood up.

"I think that Beiming cannot defeat our country, and they want to marry the princess in order to educate the people. This is a sign of submission to our country. Letting the princess teach the common people of Beiming about our country's etiquette, righteousness, and faith is also a way to promote our country's generosity."

"Ah, you are just cowards. If you want to fight, then fight. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

After listening to those nonsense, an impatient person couldn't hold back and jumped out to angrily accuse.

"rude."

"vulgar."

"Impossible."

This dynasty valued civil officials over military officials. The number of civil officials in the government hall was several times the number of military generals. Before long, the voices clamoring for "war" were quickly suppressed.

Do we really want Ruoge to marry?

The emperor felt a little headache and turned to look at the imperial teacher who was sitting in silence.

Feng Liuyun glanced indifferently at the noisy scene in the hall, with no intention of saying anything.

The emperor held his head in distress, and a loud voice exploded among the quarreling ministers.

"I think it is not possible."

Duan Xuanyi took a step forward, bowed and saluted, saying:

"Marriage is not a long-term solution. Marriage at this time will only increase the prestige of other countries. If any country can marry our greatest treasure, where will our national prestige be?"

"Agreeing to the marriage can only temporarily stop Beiming Kingdom from having a reason to start a war, but there is no such thing as a thief who can steal for a thousand days. Since they have this idea, they will find other excuses to start a war sooner or later."

"We should sternly refuse. If they come to fight, we should fight them and conquer Beiming Kingdom and make it our territory. That is what it means to truly submit to us."

"Okay, okay, Sixteenth Brother, you said it very well."

The emperor was overjoyed and laughed to express his attitude.

The minister with a mustache stood up hastily and knelt in front of the emperor's desk: "Your Majesty, this is not possible. If we go to war, how can we choose soldiers who are qualified to be the commander-in-chief?"

There has been no war in Linyue for a long time. The most recent one was when the late emperor was about to die. A small country was instigated to attack, and Duan Xuanyi, who was still a prince, led his troops to fight back.

It was at that time that Duan Xuanyi caught the eye of the current emperor and was named King Xuan.

But how can that tiny country be compared with the Beiming Kingdom, where people have been born on horseback? And now that Duan Xuanyi is King Xuan, can the prince still be allowed to go to the battlefield to fight?

There has been no war for so long that everyone has become lazy and just wants peace for a while.

Duan Xuanyi clenched his fist and knelt on one knee, "If you don't abandon me, I am willing to lead the troops to fight and beat back the villains who covet the princess."

Everyone was shocked and the room was silent for a long time.

The emperor thought about it and decided to seek Feng Liuyun's opinion.

"Master, what do you think?"

Feng Liuyun didn't care about the outcome of the matter. He slowly and leisurely stroked the warm teacup with his hand, speaking in a calm voice.

"Your Majesty, it's up to you."

The emperor knew that this meant he would not interfere, and thinking that the imperial teacher would leave in less than a year, he gritted his teeth and decided to take a bold step.

"Then do as Sixteenth Brother says. If Beiming Country dares to be dissatisfied with our rejection, he will lead the troops to fight."

The court officials gradually dispersed, and Duan Xuanyi did not leave the palace immediately.

He thought of Yun Hanqing and asked the palace maid to go to Wuyang Palace to call her so that they could go back home together.

The maid who came back brought back some bad news:

Duan Ruoge wanted to get rid of him as soon as he got the news. Although he was found by the female official in the palace in time, Yun Hanqing still proposed to leave.

Judging from the time, we should have returned to the palace by now.

not good.

He suddenly remembered his ignoring attitude when he sent Yun Hanqing away.

Duan Xuanyi was shocked. What if Yun Hanqing got angry and didn't want to cooperate with him, and thus missed out on important things?

Sitting in the carriage, he kept thinking about the solution.

Finally, he entered the main courtyard with his head held high and his chest puffed out, not looking guilty at all.

When I pushed open the door, Yun Hanqing was sitting at the head of the bed, twisting a handkerchief and crying silently.

Her tears flowed down one by one, her eyelashes were wet, her eyes were as if washed by water, her face was pale, but she didn't cry out loud, looking fragile and pitiful.

Duan Xuanyi felt guilty, and the tough speech he had planned was replaced by a fabricated lie.

"Hanqing, stop crying. My heart aches when you cry."

He took a few steps forward, embraced the soft woman with his big hands, and rubbed his rough fingers on her cheeks, scratching them painfully.

Yun Hanqing had been wronged several times a day, and now he was in a bad mood. He stretched out his hand to push him away, turned around and whispered:

"How can I deserve your love, Your Majesty?"

Duan Xuanyi forcefully hugged the person into his arms.

"What are you saying, Princess? I know I wronged you during the day. Things were too urgent at the time and I neglected you. I apologize to you."

Yun Hanqing turned around, looked at his expression of pity, and sobbed aggrievedly:

"Then I won't blame the prince."

"But, but, today I went to give the princess a message, but she said I was useless. How could I know what was going on in the court? I clearly brought her good news, but was scolded back."

"I don't understand."

She suddenly buried her face in Duan Xuanyi's chest and cried aggrievedly. Perhaps she was so aggrieved that she finally cried out loud.

Duan Xuanyi always went along with Duan Ruoge in everything, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel that Ruoge was a little too arrogant.

But, after all, she was someone he had kept in his heart for more than ten years, and even in front of his wife, Duan Xuanyi couldn't bear to say anything about her.

"The princess has been spoiled by her brother and sister-in-law since she was a child. Sometimes I can't do anything with her."

After Duan Xuanyi said this, Yun Hanqing didn't want to continue talking about the princess. She wiped her tears and asked him about what he was going to discuss in the palace today.

"Are we really going to fight?"

When Yun Hanqing heard the final result, his eyes widened in surprise and a little fear.

"My Lord, are you going to war?"

Duan Xuanyi stroked Yun Hanqing's long hair, his voice firm, with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes.

"Lin Yue and Bei Ming will inevitably fight."