Traveling through troubled times: Princess disguises herself as a man and becomes a soldier to earn

The maliciousness of this laugh made Emperor Ming's face completely tense, and his voice choked with sobs: "Li'er, father really knows that he is wrong. Tell me what you want to be forgiven by father, just say it."

"As long as you don't let your great-grandfather chop me again, everything will be fine."

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Hey, it would be great if your Majesty had done this earlier. I don't have to bother my great-grandfather and just take out the spirit tablet. Hey, I am just soft-hearted and easy to talk to."

"As long as my father swears in front of my great-grandfather that no matter what happens in the future, the queen will never be deposed, and that he will compensate the Mo family, apologize, and grant a marriage between me and the Mo family's third son, Mo Yuan."

Emperor Ming raised his head and widened his eyes. "What? So many requests? That's impossible. I can consider granting you a marriage with Mo Jia, but I absolutely cannot apologize. If you apologize to your subjects, where can I put my face?"

"Humph, Father is just a face-saver, but the Mo family was almost wiped out. Don't they even deserve an apology? If you do something wrong, you must take responsibility, even if you are a king."

"You are such a coward. It would have been better if you hadn't made such a mistake in the first place."

Emperor Ming was scolded so much that he lowered his head, a little ashamed, and whispered: "It was my fault, I can just give you compensation, how can I apologize again, it's really..."

Jiang Li rummaged around in his arms and threw a booklet over: "Father's compensation to the Mo family is just a nice word. It should have been theirs. Didn't you know that the military pay has been embezzled by corrupt officials for so many years?"

"The Mohists shed their blood and sacrificed their lives, and they still have to find a way to solve the military pay problem. Do you think you have a good face? This is not called compensation, this is called repaying a debt."

"If it weren't for the emperor's favoritism towards corrupt officials, why would the Mohist family be in such a difficult situation? Can you be more clear-headed? The more you work, the more you get. You should just pay people for their efforts. Corrupt officials just talk big and you just make empty promises."

Jiang Li became more and more angry as he spoke, and he shouted directly: "You insist on doing the opposite. Father, what do you want to do? If you want to be the king of a fallen country, just tell him earlier. Tell your great-grandfather that you want to be the king of a fallen country."

"From now on, if you want to kill the Mo family, I will not care anymore. Just lie down. We can all die together. There is no hope. There is absolutely no hope."

After reading the account books and listening to his daughter's words, Emperor Ming felt as if his face had been slapped. He was so ashamed that he lowered his head and said nothing.

Upon hearing this, the queen in the dark wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her daughter was really scary when she got angry. She should be coaxed more in the future. She was not as thick-skinned as His Majesty and could not withstand the scolding.

After venting his anger, Jiang Li felt much better and his tone softened: "Father, do you know why there have never been any generals who died a good death in history? It's all because of the emperor's suspicion."

"We must learn to think from other people's perspectives. Why do people remain loyal even though they know they will not have a good ending? Isn't it all for the people? If you want to betray such a noble cause, then you are nothing but a piece of shit."

"So, go and apologize to the Mo family, father, do you still feel wronged?"

Emperor Ming shook his head: "No, I was wrong. I will apologize, but you should think about the marriage again. There are many good men in this world, not just Mo Jia."

Jiang Li squatted down and said solemnly: "Father, you have to believe in my judgment. It is definitely much better than yours. You said there are many good men. Well, go and help me find one."

"She should be like Mo Jia, who only marries one wife in his life, and is chaste and does not have affairs outside. She should also have broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. She should also be handsome and have high martial arts skills. Otherwise, if I accidentally beat her to death, it would be so boring."

"...So, you went to Mo Yuan because you wanted to have sex with him."

Jiang Li snorted, "Vulgar, father never grasps the point. What I want to say is that the style of the Mohist school is rare and good."

"It's just like good bamboo shoots come out of bad bamboos. Of course I'd rather look for them among good bamboos. Anyone who wants to look for them among bad bamboos must have a mental problem."

Emperor Ming closed his eyes and said, "Speak human language..."

"Well, since you like the Mohist School so much, I will agree to the marriage. You can calm down Huang Zengzu. The imperial city is shrouded in dark clouds, which will cause panic among the people."

"Don't spread rumors that this is a sign of the fall of Qi."

Jiang Li rolled his eyes and pointed to the sky: "Father, there is something wrong with your eyesight. Can you take a closer look? The range of this dark cloud is only above our heads, not as big as the imperial city."

"If the people can't see it, how can there be any rumors?"

Emperor Ming looked up and nodded after a while: "Well, your great-grandfather Huang is amazing. He can control this. He is worthy of being the most powerful king of the Jiang family."

"Yes, father, it's a pity that the genes of the descendants are not good, and they are all ugly. Only I and my brother look like human beings."

He touched his face and said this with a confident look.

"Hey~~"

A faint voice came from the side. The father and daughter looked over at the same time and met the confused eyes of the imperial concubine. Jiang Li walked over and started knocking, and saw that the imperial concubine fainted.

He muttered, "I'm having a heart-to-heart talk with my father, please don't make trouble. You'd better faint first, otherwise you'll be in the way."

When Emperor Ming saw this scene, he turned his face away and pretended he didn't see it. He didn't want to be struck by lightning again, it would feel very unpleasant.

Jiang Li came over, took out a piece of paper from somewhere, and started writing quickly with a charcoal pencil. When he was done, he handed it over and said, "Father, please sign. I have written down all the things you just said. Black and white on paper is the clearest."

"...You are worried that I might go back on my word."

"Yes, what's the problem? It's not the first time that the emperor goes back on his word. I'm not a fool, so I'll naturally remember it. I can only feel at ease if it's written in black and white."

Emperor Ming looked unhappy and didn't want to sign. He heard a thunder explosion in his ears and shivered unconsciously. He gritted his teeth and said, "I will sign it."

After signing, he felt his eyes hurt when he saw the words that looked like a turtle crawling on it: "Li'er, don't fight all the time. Practice your calligraphy more. It's so ugly that it's unbearable to look at."

Jiang Li pulled the paper back, looked at the tyrant's handwriting, and then looked at his own. The contrast was really obvious. It was ugly, really ugly.

"Father, please just make do with it. I have lost my memory and it will take time to learn again. When I get married, I will let Mo Yuan teach me step by step. It will definitely be good."

"Mo Yuan's handwriting is much more beautiful than yours, father."

Emperor Ming covered his chest with his hands, not wanting to continue watching this sad scene. Other people's daughters are caring and considerate, but this one, haha, specifically chose to prick the painful spots.

Jiang Li pretended not to notice and continued to poke at his lungs: "Father, I'll give you half a day to rest. Go and apologize in the evening, or you'll forget everything after a good night's sleep."

"Oh, and one more thing. Go back and write the imperial edict as soon as possible. Don't waste time. The great-grandfather has a short patience."