The most romantic little emperor

"Meng'er, you need to send someone to inform the orphan surnamed Xiao of what happened in the palace tonight. In particular, tell him that Xiao Wuliang is still alive and is under house arrest in the palace by the young emperor, and ask him to cooperate with our actions."

"Also, the three thousand soldiers of our Su family are our trump card. You have to watch them carefully. The more critical the moment, the more careful we must be. We must not let them be exposed."

Upon hearing this, Lin Guodong and Su Meng immediately restrained the relaxed look on their faces, nodded respectfully, then patted their chests and solemnly agreed.

However, just as the three were talking, a hurried knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

Su Zhengfang's personal bodyguard Liu Fu pushed the door open and walked in. He quickly walked up to Su Zhengfang and reported in a low voice: "Master, things are just as you expected. After leaving our Su Mansion, those people did not return to their own residences, but gathered at Wen Tai's residence, seemingly planning something in secret."

When Su Meng heard this, his heart tightened and he asked hurriedly, "Father, what should we do?" There was a bit of anxiety and uneasiness in his voice.

Su Zhengfang suddenly turned his head and shot a sharp gaze at Su Meng. His face darkened slightly and his brows were furrowed, as if he was somewhat dissatisfied and reproachful.

"Why are you panicking?"

He spoke calmly, his voice full of calmness and composure, "The sky hasn't fallen yet, why panic?"

"Besides, the world is dangerous and people's hearts are hard to predict. We are on guard against them, and they are naturally on guard against us. Isn't this normal? What's the big deal?"

"Don't forget, we have common interests with them. As long as they don't betray us before we start the rebellion, everything will still be under our control."

Su Zhengfang raised his head slightly, staring at Liu Fu with a sharp gaze, and said in a calm and profound tone: "Liu Fu, how is the matter I asked you to do going?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Fu immediately bowed his hands, his face full of smiles, and replied respectfully: "Master, please rest assured. This matter has been completely settled."

"This time, I carefully selected more than 200 desperate criminals from the underworld. They are all ruthless characters who only care about money and not people. I have personally tested their martial arts. They are agile and have their own strengths. Some of them are even as good as me."

"With our well-trained assassin team, even in the midst of a mighty army, taking the enemy's head will be as easy as taking something out of a bag."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Su Zhengfang heard this and laughed loudly: "It all depends on your performance from now on."

……

At night, Qin Hao was suddenly awakened by a nightmare and sat up abruptly.

Wang Yourong, who was sleeping beside him, was also awakened by the sudden movement. In the faint moonlight, she saw that Qin Hao's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

She quickly sat up, gently stretched out her slender fingers to wipe the sweat off his face, and asked softly, "Your Majesty, did you have a nightmare just now?"

Qin Hao nodded slightly, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I woke you up. You should rest first. I'll go outside to get some fresh air."

After saying that, he casually put on a coat, turned away from the bed, and stepped into the silent night.

Wang Yourong watched him leave, and a trace of worry rose in her heart. She knew that since the death of his father, Qin Hao had shouldered the fate of the entire country, and he had a lot of pressure and responsibility on his shoulders.

As a woman in the palace, she could not help him in any way, nor could she share the pressure in his heart.

Wang Yourong sighed quietly, and his sleepiness disappeared without a trace in his worry.

She lay down again, looking at the hazy moonlight outside the window, praying silently in her heart, hoping that Qin Hao could get out of this haze as soon as possible and find his high-spirited self again.

Qin Hao walked out of the room slowly. When the guard Luo Yang, who was standing outside the door, saw him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He then stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, Elder Feng came over earlier and saw that you were soundly sleeping. He couldn't bear to disturb you, so he asked me to convey your message."

"Oh?"

Qin Hao smiled slightly and asked seriously: "What did Master Feng tell you?"

Luo Yang bowed and said, "After the dinner, Master Dong and the Second Prince left side by side. They rode in the same carriage. Their conversation could be faintly heard, and it lasted for a full stick of incense."

"In addition, after leaving the palace, Wen Tai, Lin Guodong, Kong Boli and others did not return to their respective residences, but gathered at the Su residence, seemingly plotting something. They were there for nearly an hour."

"After Wen Tai and Kong Boli left, they did not go home separately, but gathered together in Wen Tai's mansion. I wonder what they are plotting?"

"Master Feng also asked his subordinates to tell you not to worry. He will have people monitor their every move."

Qin Hao heard this and smiled faintly, "Luo Yang, you have done a great job during this period. I am very satisfied. When this matter is settled, I will reward you well!"

Luo Yang was encouraged by Qin Hao, and he was like a chicken with blood pumped up. He excitedly cupped his hands and said, "I am willing to die for your majesty!"

Qin Hao finally felt relieved. He turned around and came to the imperial study.

During this period, the death of Emperor Taizong loomed over the imperial palace, and the situation in the court became more turbulent. In addition, the Liao Dynasty delegation came to Beijing at this sensitive time, which added a bit of heaviness.

In this context, Qin Hao had no time to focus on the pleasures of the harem, and even his most beloved Wang Yourong did not receive his favor.

His mind was completely occupied by the great event that was about to happen.

Thinking about the meeting with the Liao envoys tomorrow to discuss the request for grain, Qin Hao was so worried that he couldn't sleep.

Because his decision not only concerns the future of the two countries, but also the fate of all people in the world.

Qin Hao sat on the dragon throne in the imperial study, his brows furrowed, his heart full of worry.

Should I lend it or not?

Borrowing grain is not just about aiding the enemy, it also means political compromise and even more so a compromise with national dignity. In addition, it is difficult to explain to hundreds of millions of citizens.

What's more, the national treasury was already empty at this moment, and not even a grain of extra food could be taken out, while the people in Hedong were still struggling in the abyss of hunger. If we were not careful, it might cause a civil unrest and chaos in the world.

If they didn't lend it, it would probably anger the Liao Kingdom and trigger a war between the two countries, with disastrous consequences. Moreover, the disastrous defeat at the hands of the Liao Kingdom two years ago was still fresh in their minds.

How could he forget the lessons of blood and fire, and how could he easily push the country into the abyss of war?

This kind of dilemma is still difficult for Qin Hao, a time traveler who has lived two lives, to make a decision.

At this moment, Qin Hao seemed to be standing at the crossroads of fate. No matter which path he chose, it was full of unknowns and risks.