The First Tyrant of Daxia

Cha Ming Wei Rou took a step back, looked at him stubbornly and said: "Your Majesty, I know you are doing this for my own good."

"But I am the princess of the tribe, I can't just sit there and wait!"

"I have to go back to the grassland."

"Please forgive my insolence."

"Once the matter is settled, I will allow you to punish me."

Qin Yun retracted his outstretched hand, his face looking grim and a little angry, but he was afraid of irritating her.

"Put down the knife first, I can discuss it with you."

Cha Ming Weirou's azure eyes were firm: "No!"

"You are my man, I know your temper."

"If you don't agree, I will die in front of you!"

Hearing this, Qin Yun's eyes widened and he stared at her, so angry that he couldn't utter a word.

There was a stalemate like this for a while.

She began to cry, beautifully and aggrieved.

At the same time, the dagger in his hand seemed to have cut through the snow-white skin, and a little red could be seen.

Qin Yun was completely panicked.

He said anxiously, "Okay, okay! I promise you, put the knife down!"

Cha Ming Wei Rou's delicate body relaxed.

With a clang, the dagger fell to the ground.

She looked at Qin Yun's indulgence towards her and felt inexplicably wronged and helpless, and burst into tears.

Then she rushed into his arms.

"Wuwu... I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I don't want this to happen."

"I am really worried about my father and the people of the tribe."

"Don't be angry..."

She held Qin Yun tightly in her arms, raised her face, tears streaming down her face, and looked very sad.

In order to return to the grassland, she knew she had committed a great crime of disrespect.

Qin Yun never compromises, but today he makes an exception!

Qin Yun was a little angry at first, but when he saw her tear-stained face, his heart ached and he felt very distressed.

He reached out and pulled her into a hug, his nose touching hers.

She said softly, "Don't worry, I don't blame you, but I won't do it again."

"Thank you very much, Your Majesty." Cha Ming Wei Rou choked with tears as big as beans fell.

Qin Yun smiled slightly and just held her tightly, giving her a sense of security.

She suddenly raised her head and asked pitifully, "Your Majesty, will my father be okay?"

"What is the current situation of the grassland war?"

Qin Yun did not say it explicitly, but reached out to help her tidy up her hair. He was extremely gentle, so gentle that he did not seem like an emperor.

"Don't worry about it."

"Even if the sky falls, I am here."

"You are my woman. I will protect you no matter what happens and help you vent your anger."

That tone, that action, that promise, hit her hardest point.

A woman who marries to a foreign country, no matter how strong or wild she is, will always have a vulnerable part.

Cha Ming Wei Rou cried even more helplessly.

At the same time, she was so moved that she hugged Qin Yun tightly and refused to let go, as if she wanted to rub him into her body.

A long time, a long time...

The two of them snuggled together, and Qin Yun's breathing made her feel much calmer.

At that time, various departments of the imperial court were making intensive preparations for Qin Yun's trip.

This time, I will supervise the battle from a distance.

He was accompanied by three thousand imperial guards, as well as some direct military generals and civil officials.

Led by "Tiger Marquis" Chang Hong.

The formal army was led by Yan Zhong.

Before leaving.

Qin Yun specially summoned the cabinet ministers to the imperial study to give the final instructions.

"Gu Aiqing, you will be in charge of the overall planning of the grain and grass. I believe that Li Mi will not dare to disobey and deliberately delay time."

"So when you receive the food, send it to Pancheng as soon as possible."

Gu Chuntang nodded in agreement.

Qin Yun looked at General Feng Xin again: "General Feng, you lead the army to the imperial capital and obey the orders of the prime minister. Don't let my backyard catch fire. Do you understand?"

Feng Xin knelt down, his eyes firm: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

"I'm sorry to trouble you all during my absence."

"I have nothing else to worry about, except that the aristocratic families will take advantage of my absence from the imperial capital to cause trouble. My dear ministers, please keep an eye on it for me."

As soon as the words fell, the cabinet ministers felt warmed in their hearts, flattered, and knelt down one after another.

They said in unison and forcefully: "Your Majesty, please rest assured."

"We must keep an eye on the imperial capital and be on guard against the aristocratic families!"

"..."

As the sun was about to set, the long convoy set off.

To keep everything simple, Qin Yun requested that no daily necessities be brought, not even eunuchs or palace maids, as that would only delay the march.

When leaving Xuanwu Gate.

The beauties in the harem watched Qin Yun leave, tears welling up in their eyes again.

Xiao Yuxiang, in particular, was reluctant to leave, but she had to show the dignity and composure of a queen. She held back her tears and comforted Li Mu and the others.

Soon after, the convoy completely disappeared from the official road and left the imperial capital.

at night.

In the mansion of Duke Shen in the imperial capital, a few lights were lit and never went out.

"Father, what should I do?"

"The leaders of the nine clans all asked us to keep quiet and not let His Majesty catch us for the time being."

"But you're not going to let it out?"

A nineteen-year-old young man said angrily, dressed in brocade clothes, with a foolish and youthful look on his face.

Li Mi clenched the handle tightly, his eyes full of resentment.

The young man was his eldest son, Li Tong.

He continued at this moment: "We suffered heavy losses this time, and Your Majesty has gained the upper hand. The leaders of the clans are very dissatisfied with us."

"Father, if you want to be the most powerful official, you must take action!"

"Otherwise, the major families will not give us this opportunity."

Hearing this, a gleam of light flashed in Li Mi's experienced eyes!

Mixed with a hint of desire for power.

He had long since disdained being just a duke without any real power, so he represented the nine major families and interacted with Qin Yun in the court.

His goal is to be nominated by his own family and the other eight major clans to become the next powerful Wang Wei.

But the "Pancheng" incident was a failure.

Not only was the family dissatisfied, but they were also beaten and humiliated by Qin Yun.

This trampled on his dignity!

As he thought about it, his eyes turned red, and resentment overwhelmed his rationality!

boom!

He slammed the table with his big hand.

"Tong'er, you're right!"

"The aristocratic families are all realistic and powerful. Wang Wei was like this before, and it is the same for my father now. If you become tainted, you will be abandoned by them!"

"Humph!"

“Those who achieve great things don’t stick to trivial matters.”

"This time, we'll do it ourselves!"

Li Tong's eyes showed a hint of heat: "Dad, what are you going to do?"

Li Mi stood up, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and said coldly.

"Humph!"

"Your Majesty is going to Pancheng to supervise the battle. Xiliang is in a stalemate, and the grassland is about to go to war again. Haha, he must not have enough food."

"As long as the money and food collected by the nine clans arrive at Pancheng later, Your Majesty will definitely lose the battle!"

"By the time……"

Li Mi smiled sinisterly: "When the time comes, he will have to seek help from the aristocratic families and make a compromise."

"Once you compromise, your father will have done a great service. I can find an opportunity to ascend to the pinnacle of power in the future!"

As he spoke, he revealed a hint of fanaticism, raised his right hand, and clenched his fist hard!

Li Tong on the side frowned and said worriedly.

"Dad, but...if the food and fodder arrives one day late in the imperial capital, the emperor will settle accounts with us when he returns, right?"

"It would be too dangerous to do that."

Li Mi glanced at Li Tong and showed a malicious smile mixed with coldness.

"Who said that my father would be late in delivering the grain?"

"After we deliver them to Gu Chuntang in the imperial capital, if there are problems with the food and fodder elsewhere, it won't have anything to do with me, your father, right? Haha..."