Princess Fubao brought trillions of goods to help her father rule the world

Xiao Baozhu was unconvinced and said, "How can you be called a little lunatic! I don't believe that my brother's hair wouldn't be messy after sleeping for a night! Humph!"

Xiao Chengyu couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and said in a good-tempered manner: "My royal brother is wrong, my royal brother's hair is messier than Zhuzhu's when he woke up!"

My sister is the little ancestor of their royal family, so don’t mess with her!

He didn't want to be such a grown-up and still be chased and spanked with a feather duster by his father after returning to Beixiao!

Xiao Baozhu raised her chin proudly, that's about right.

Otherwise, I will go back and complain to my father and ask him to spank my brother!

Eh? Xiao Baozhu was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened suddenly.

She has been in Dongcui for so long that she was so busy that she even forgot to write a letter to her father!

Oh my God, when she gets back, her father will keep nagging in her ear again.

Xiao Baozhu scratched her fingers guiltily. Why not go to Tianyang to seek refuge with her eldest brother?

She would stay in Tianyang for a while, and when her father could no longer bear the thought of her, she would return to Beixiao.

This way, my father won’t have time to nag me.

But then Xiao Baozhu lowered her head slightly, as Old Wang and the others' funeral affairs had not been dealt with yet.

The baby in Zhao Yueru's belly and Sui Sui also need to be taken back to Beixiao for proper placement.

When she thought of this, Xiao Baozhu felt depressed again.

It was all her fault for not thinking it through.

Xiao Chengyu looked at his sister who suddenly became dejected. Wasn’t she very happy just now?

He touched his head in confusion, wanting to comfort his sister but not knowing how to start.

Xiao Baozhu quickly hid her sadness deep in her heart and pretended nothing happened while talking to Xiao Chengyu.

This look of pretending to be strong made Xiao Chengyu feel even more sorry for her.

...

Time is like a clockwork, rushing forward without stopping.

In the blink of an eye, it is the end of the year.

Xiao Heng sent letters one after another, all urging Xiao Baozhu to set off back to Beixiao.

As for the funerals of Wang Baben and others, they had already been held.

After Emperor Dongcui died, Xiao Baozhu sent people to search for their lost heads.

After searching for three days, their heads were finally found in the secret compartment under Dong Cuihuang's bed.

When Wang Suihuan saw this, he couldn't control his whole body and started shaking and crying loudly.

She waited for a long time and thought that her father's head had been destroyed by that bad guy.

I didn't expect that he had hidden my father's head in this palace!

Whenever Xiao Baozhu thought of what happened that day, she couldn't help but feel tears in her eyes.

She sniffed, pulling herself away from the memories.

She squeezed the letter in her hand. Her father was urging her to return to Beixiao.

This time he said it was something important, and she raised her eyebrows in confusion.

Is there any important matter that your father cannot make the decision on?

Forget it, forget it. New Year’s Eve is almost here, so let’s get ready to return to Beixiao!

...

南月

Emperor Nanyue sat on the dragon throne with a serious face, looking at the ministers in the palace.

He hesitated for a moment and announced his decision: "My dear ministers, I have decided to submit to Beixiao. Tomorrow I will set off for Beixiao to discuss Nanyue's submission with the Emperor of Beixiao!"

When the ministers in the palace heard his decision, they were silent for a moment, and then knelt on the ground with horror on their faces.

"Your Majesty, this is not possible! Please think twice..."

Emperor Nanyue waved his hand, interrupting all their attempts to persuade him.

"I believe that all of you have already known that Princess Bei Xiao led less than 100,000 soldiers to capture Emperor Dong Cui in one fell swoop, blew up the Emperor Dong Cui's mausoleum, and massacred all the members of the Dong Cui royal family, right?"

You know, Bei Xiao's eldest niece is not even ten years old now, but she has such courage and achievements.

If Nanyue still refuses to surrender, what will we do when our eldest niece loses her patience one day and digs out all the ancestors of Nanyue from the imperial mausoleum and beats them to a pulp?

He didn't want to be chased by the previous emperors and scolded as an unfilial descendant a hundred years later!

What's more, he is now in his prime and wants to live for a few more decades.

Seeing that the court officials were still kneeling on the ground without saying a word.

Emperor Nanyue sighed and said, "I believe you all know Princess Beixiao's magical powers. I think there is nothing wrong with handing Nanyue over to Beixiao for management! My greatest wish is that the people can live and work in peace and contentment!"

When the South was hit by a severe drought and locust plague, all the court officials racked their brains but couldn't come up with an effective solution. Wasn't it finally solved by niece Xiao?

He naturally knew what these officials were thinking. They were just worried that after Nanyue surrendered to Beixiao, they would not be able to continue to serve as officials...

"Don't worry, I'm going to Beixiao to discuss with the Emperor of Beixiao whether you should stay or go... I have nothing to say, please leave the court!"

After Emperor Nanyue finished speaking, he stood up and left without giving his ministers a chance to speak.

Only a group of ministers were left in the hall staring at each other in amazement.

A few days later, several horse-drawn carriages were slowly driving on the road.

Nan Munging lifted the curtain and looked outside, only to see snowflakes floating in the sky.

She stretched out her hand and gently caught one. The snowflake quickly disappeared, leaving only a little moisture on her palm.

"You kid, quickly pull the curtain!" Emperor Nanyue scolded in a low voice while putting a cloak on the Queen.

Nan Munging withdrew her hand angrily after hearing this.

"Father, it should be almost New Year's Eve when we arrive in Beixiao, right? It would be great to go to Beixiao in the spring. Mother is not in good health... The road is cold and bumpy..."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Nanyue reached out and tapped her forehead gently.

"It is best to discuss this matter sooner rather than later. Who knows if Bei Xiao's niece will suddenly come to Nan Yue with tens of thousands of troops?"

Things that have been decided long ago should naturally be done as soon as possible.

He refused to admit that it was winter and he just couldn't get out of bed and didn't want to go to court!

He also thought of spending New Year's Eve in Beixiao, and taking the queen out for a trip after the spring.

Nan Munging couldn't help but widen her eyes and retorted: "Zhuzhu would never be like that!"

If Zhuzhu really wanted to take action against Nanyue, she wouldn't have asked that question a few months ago, right?

Emperor Nanyue and his entourage walked and stopped many times, and finally entered the capital of Beixiao on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month.

At this moment, Xiao Baozhu was lazily lying on the sofa in the living room of the villa, talking to Xiao Heng.

She has been back for quite some time, and Wang Baben and the others' plan to chase the wind has to be put on the agenda.

"What kind of official position does the emperor plan to give to the old prince? And Suisui and the old prince's posthumous son..." Xiao Baozhu stretched out her hand, pinched a strawberry and put it into her mouth, asking vaguely.

Xiao Heng couldn't help but hold his forehead with a headache when he saw the little girl sitting in an awkward position.

He pondered for a moment before saying, "Wang Baben was extremely loyal and brave and sacrificed his life for the country, so he should be posthumously named Duke Zhongyong! As for Niuma, he should be posthumously named Marquis Zhongyi! The rest of the people who died heroically should also be posthumously named Marquises!"

Xiao Heng paused and said, "I will have people build a temple and write a biography for them in their hometown so that people can admire them!"