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The originally planned tour to the south came to an abrupt end, not because of the rebellion that was planned by Xia Ling himself but was under the control of Xia Hong, but because Shen Jinmo's body could not withstand the slightest movement after he drew his sword.

The gates of the four cities of the Divine Capital were strictly controlled, and both envoys from foreign countries and noble officials in the Divine Capital were trapped in the imperial city.

Shen Jinmo had a high fever for several days in a row, and no matter what Doctor Shu used, the injury on his chest showed no sign of improvement.

If Shen Jinmo's physical condition was not good, if Zhong Yuanyuan had not used that pill, Shen Jinmo would probably not be able to hold on any longer.

Xia Hong frequently traveled between the palace and the Shen Mansion. Now he was only concerned about when Shen Jinmo would get better.

As for the reckoning of Xia Ling and his gang's crimes, Xia Hong had no intention of caring about it at all.

These snakes and rats can't cause any trouble. Keeping them for Shen Jinmo to kill for fun in the future can also be considered as compensation.

However, the news that the Inner Northern Tartars were colluding with Xia Ling to overthrow the country and even intended to annex Dingxi and Beixin counties reached the Divine Capital. Not only the civil and military officials in the court, but even the people of Great Xia were furious.

If such wolfish ambitions are not eliminated soon, they will sooner or later become a threat.

As the king of a country, Xia Hong could not stop the pervasive advice of these court officials even if he wanted to put the matter aside.

Stepping down from the imperial carriage, Xia Hong glanced at the courtier who was kneeling on the white jade stone, and rubbed his tired brows in annoyance.

Zhong Yuanyuan walked across the corridor towards Xia Hong and handed the cool white jade-handled teapot to Xia Hong.

Gently fanning herself with the fragrant round fan in her hand, Zhong Yuanyuan asked, "Has Wang Heng's injury improved?"

After taking a sip of cold water, Xia Hong walked between the kneeling courtiers without even glancing at them.

"The wound is still bleeding, and there is no sign of the person waking up."

He grasped Zhong Yuanyuan's hand tightly in his palm, and his usually majestic voice now sounded hesitant.

"Sister-in-law, what should I do if Wang Heng can't wake up?"

"I will wake up."

Shen Jinmo, who has broken every inch of his bones and muscles to reshape them, will wake up with his long-cherished wish unfulfilled.

Shen Jinmo, who is worried and doesn't feel comfortable leaving Xie Nanxing to anyone to protect, will wake up.

The word "firm" was spoken without any elaboration, calming Xia Hong's beating heart.

A group of eunuchs helped Xia Hong change into a loose robe. Thinking about this journey south that did not even cross the Luo River, Xia Hong felt regretful again.

"I was unable to accompany my eldest sister-in-law on her trip southwards this year, I will make up for it in the spring of next year."

Taking the waist seal from the eunuch, Zhong Yuanyuan bent down and tied it for Xia Hong personally: "If you do it again, don't mobilize so many troops. It will cost too much money and effort."

All the miserable moments that were hidden by Xia Hong's kneeling on the ground when he boarded the ship swarmed into Xia Hong's mind.

The hand holding the Buddhist beads suddenly exerted force, and a thin layer of sweat inexplicably appeared on Xia Hong's back.

Reaching out and snatching the folding fan from the eunuch's hand, Xia Hongji fanned it vigorously.

At this moment, he was like a thief who had stolen a set of gorgeous clothes and sneaked into a wealthy banquet, but because of a sudden heavy rain, the mud on his body covered by the gorgeous clothes was washed onto the jade floor.

He suffered the contempt of the pure heart, he was flustered, and he desperately wanted to prove that he was worthy of the clothes.

"Sister-in-law, the affairs of the Inner North concern the prestige of our Great Xia. I have summoned all the court officials today to discuss this matter. Sister-in-law, do you want to go with me?"

Zhong Yuanyuan raised her still calm brows, which did not contain the contempt that Xia Hong had imagined.

"The harem is not allowed to interfere in government affairs. I am waiting here for good news from the emperor."

The uneasy feeling gradually subsided. Xia Hong put down the folding fan in his hand, turned around and strode towards the main hall.

The court officials kneeling outside the palace were supported or helped into the house by palace servants, and knelt three times and kowtowed nine times to Xia Hong who was sitting on the dragon throne.

"Long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor."

Xia Hong, who had not summoned court officials for a long time, pursed his lips in displeasure, but finally turned into patient calmness when he thought of Zhong Yuanyuan.

"What do you want to report, my dear ministers?"

"Your Majesty, the King of Inner North is being held by our Great Xia. Inner North is now leaderless. Now is a great time to destroy this ambitious Tartar nation."

Xia Hong looked at the group of people who were half new and half old, and gradually figured out several different meanings.

"Who do you think I should send to the Inner North to lead the Northern Army to fight the enemy?"

His eyes jumped and fell on Tian Ding, who was standing in the front row but never raised his head. "Lord Tian is now the general of the Imperial Guard. Can he take on this important task?"

When Tian Ding heard his name being called, his knees went limp and he fell to the ground.

"I...I am a person of limited talent and knowledge. I can only protect the capital of God with the trust of the emperor. However, I...I am incapable of fighting a war..."

Xia Hong's eyes flickered again, and he looked at the top martial arts student who passed the imperial examination last year: "Lord Liu has supernatural powers, why don't I send you?"

Good news came out of nowhere, and Lord Liu, who was kneeling on the ground, smiled his dark face into an inky flower.

Just as he was about to kneel down to express his gratitude, he heard Xia Hong speak again.

"If you lose, it will be a disgrace to our Great Xia. I will kill all your clans."

"I only have brute force..."

Lord Liu, unwilling to miss such a good opportunity, thought very quickly and asked tentatively: "How about letting General Han lead the troops to the battle, and I will be his deputy general?"

At this point, Xia Hong had a clear understanding of the twists and turns in the hearts of these generals.

Although they came to destroy Neibei, they also came to rescue Han Shu from prison.

Behind all this, there must be the handiwork of Marquis Zhongqin.

He snorted softly, bringing with it a threat that made all the court officials tremble with fear.

Those who had prepared many speeches in the hall shut up at this moment.

Their king is irritable, suspicious and bloodthirsty. If they say those words, not only will they not get what they want, but they will most likely lose their lives.

Tian Ding understood Xia Hong's thoughts very quickly and bravely, "General Han is suspected of assassinating the emperor. The emperor didn't chop off her head because of her past contributions. How can she lead the army to fight again now?"

Lord Liu was afraid that Tian Ding would ruin his career, so he said in a loud voice: "General Han did not assassinate the emperor. She wanted to kill Lord Shen. She wanted to avenge General Han."

Xia Hong smashed the paperweight in his hand directly into Lord Liu's chattering mouth and questioned, "The cause of Han Zhou's death is known to all the civil and military officials in the court. What does it have to do with Lord Shen?"

The ministers in the palace, who were worried about being vented, immediately took up the conversation and pointed their spearheads at Lord Liu: "Lord Shen is the one who protects the emperor. What is the difference between assassinating Lord Shen and assassinating the emperor?"

The argument lasted for nearly half an hour, which made Xia Hong dizzy, but also made him understand a fact.

Except for Han Shu, there is really no one in the court who can lead troops to fight?

Xia Yu, with a bandage still wrapped around his wrist, took a step forward and said, "Father, I am willing to help you and lead the troops to the Inner North."

"If we don't win this battle, we will never return to the capital."