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Jiuli looked at Jiang Wan, then retracted her gaze and smiled with an ambiguous meaning. Instead, she looked at Qingnu. The Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion had no successor, so it was time to take back the title. This was a good opportunity, and the people they trained would be able to take over soon.

"Your Majesty," the Minister of War jumped out. What's the point of dividing? They themselves think that it's not enough, and now another one comes wanting to have a piece. Then there won't be much left, right?

"Duke Zhenguo, you are not young anymore, so you should not go. You should leave the opportunities to the young people, right?" They even wanted to cram their own children in, but there were too many people and too little porridge.

"To die on the battlefield has always been the fate of military generals. I can still do my part for Your Majesty and serve your subjects." Jiang Wan started a debate with the scholars and finally won.

In fact, Cui Wanjun received the signal from Jiuli and winked frantically at the people in her faction. Hezhou raised his hand to stop the person behind him from jumping out.

She knew that the prince she followed was never a good man, so she would not believe that it was the Second Prince who brought it up this time. Maybe this guy had prepared for it a long time ago.

Duke of Zhenguo, Duke of Zhenguo, he thought of something else almost instantly, and as expected, the Duke of Zhenguo was also on the list this time.

"Let's discuss this matter later," Jiuli raised her hand and gestured.

"I'll take my leave," the people who were sitting stood up and left one by one. They must be at a loss now, right? How could His Majesty be easy to control? He was clearly a womanizer in disguise.

The six ministries started moving after this morning court session, quickly preparing all kinds of supplies needed for the battlefield. The several armies that received orders were ready to go at any time.

"Your Majesty, His Highness is coming," Kang Song saw the person coming to report the news from afar, and turned around and walked into the warm room.

Please note that Your Highness here refers to the Queen.

In the Huang Lin Chao, "Your Highness" can be used to address the princess who has not been crowned as a king, and it can also refer to the close relationship between court officials and the princess after they have acknowledged their master. In the harem, the only "Your Highness" is the Queen.

"Please come in and ask the refreshment room to serve his favorite milk tea and peach blossom cakes," Jiuli put down the brush in his hand and gave the order quickly, then walked out to greet him in person.

"Why are you here? The weather is bad, wear something warmer. Look how cold your hands are." Without even looking at the people next to him, he took Jiang San's hand and walked inside. "Are you cold?"

"I feel fine, not too cold," he said, but he let Jiuli lead him. "How dare you say that to me? Why did you come out? I'll be in the door in two steps. It's not like I don't know the way. Why do I need you to come out to greet me?"

"Yes, this shows how much I value you," Jiuli pressed Jiang San onto the stool, and Kang Song behind him added a brazier to the corner, then quietly left with the female officials who were serving him.

"I can't argue with you anyway," Jiang San lowered his head and touched the cup in his hand, "Is it my favorite milk tea?" There was a hint of emotion in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"Which of me do you like that you don't remember?" Jiuli smiled brightly, "You haven't told me why you came here today? You haven't come here before, do you miss me?"

"Who missed you? I didn't miss you," Jiang San blushed, "I just missed you," he looked at her hesitantly.

"What's wrong? Is someone causing you trouble?" Jiuli's eyes turned cold. Is that old man still dreaming of succeeding his sister?

"No, they are all very gentle," Jiang San waved his hand without loosening his frown, "They are all very gentle to me."

Gentle? Jiuli was stunned for a moment, then touched Jiang San's head. Jiang San was innocent and kind-hearted, and perhaps he didn't hear that the way people in the palace talk is different from the way people talk outside, one thing after another.

"I heard that my wife wants to send troops?" Jiang San, who was struggling with what to do, held Jiuli's wrist and spoke slowly.

The fingertips holding the teacup were all tinged white.

"Where did you hear that?" Jiuli sat next to Jiang San. "It is true, but there are so many generals that I don't need to go."

"I heard it from a female official," Jiang San raised his eyes, "Did I do something wrong?" he asked cautiously.

"Of course not, Jiang Jiang is just concerned about me, right?" Jiuli's eyes were slightly cold, but her words were as gentle as ever.

"Yes," Jiang San smiled, his eyebrows curved, "I only care about my wife, but this person is trying to cause trouble between us."

He is not stupid and cannot see through this attempt to sow discord. If he wants his wife to be more suspicious and think that he is trying to spy on the emperor today and add fuel to the fire, then he and his wife will go their separate ways.

"Yeah, I've been learning for so long, I'm just waiting to see what you can do about this matter?" Jiuli smiled carelessly, but with a ruthless tone, trying to sow discord? Ha.

"I will definitely not let my wife down. Why not," Jiang San moved his upper body over the table and told Jiuli about the plan.

"No," Jiuli knocked on the table before he finished listening, indicating that it was absolutely not possible and she would not accept to quarrel with him separately.

"My dear wife, will you just agree to me? It's just in public, not in private," Jiang San pulled Jiuli and acted coquettishly.

"Not even openly," Jiuli turned her head away, not wanting to look at Jiang San's pitiful look, for fear that he would agree to the next sentence.

"Wife~" Jiang San shook Jiuli's sleeves persistently, "You can't do this~ If you don't agree to me, I will..."

"No matter what, you are not trying to make things difficult for me." Jiuli poked Jiang San's forehead helplessly, "How can you be like this? You want to live separately from me just because of this?"

"It's just a show. I don't want to be separated from my wife," Jiang San grabbed Jiuli's clothes tightly, "Just this once~"

Seeing that she still didn't give in, she walked to Jiuli's side, sat on her lap, and just hung there.

"Good wife, just promise me~" Jiang San rolled his eyes, "Isn't it okay for me to listen to you for the next two days?"

"Just don't regret what you said," Jiuli agreed quickly, "Then how do you want to act?"

"Of course, I'll act according to the results they want, and then hehe," Jiang San narrowed his eyes, it must be very exciting.

"You are such a clever kid," Jiuli held Jiang San's waist and hugged him in her arms, "How do you know that this is the result they want? And not something else?"

"First it was Ling He, and then they tried to sow discord between us. Whoever benefits the most must have done it," Jiang San's eyes were filled with ferocity. He could plot against him, but he couldn't plot against his wife.

"You've improved a lot," Jiuli praised. "Who do you think did it?" She pinched Jiang San's waist.

Jiang San moved uncomfortably and his face turned red. What a person his wife was. She didn't even realize that this was a study room and she was not being honest at all. She even started to make moves.

"Who else could it be? We'll know eventually. Don't pinch me anymore, okay~" He groaned in Jiuli's arms.