The substitute prince: Reported the emperor's brother at the beginning

Yang Long, the Minister of War, was one of the six ministries, so he was naturally an important official in the court.

If Yang Long's daughter were to be driven out of the position of Crown Princess, wouldn't that be a slap in the face of an important official?

Right Prime Minister Atulu also understood this truth, and he continued to ask: "Your Majesty, our Ninth Princess is also the Barbarian King's most beloved daughter."

"It's impossible to be above a minister's daughter, right?"

Emperor Wu looked pensive, not knowing what to do.

Eunuch Zhao on the side was a little anxious. He was from the Second Prince's lineage, so naturally he didn't want to see the Sixth Prince marry a barbarian princess to improve his status.

He simply gritted his teeth and took the initiative to bow and said, "Your Majesty, you are not feeling well. Last night, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince personally sent some tonic medicine. Would you like to try it first?"

Eunuch Zhao used the Emperor Wu's health as an excuse to force the Second Prince in, just to make the Emperor Wu give it more consideration.

But Emperor Wu looked at Eunuch Zhao in a daze, which made the eunuch feel uneasy and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Could it be that this ruthless and ruthless Emperor Wu was blaming him for butting in?

Eunuch Zhao's legs were so weak that he wanted to kneel down and kowtow to confess his guilt.

The Emperor Wu suddenly smiled and said, "Old fellow, you have given me a good suggestion."

"Atulu." Emperor Wu said kindly, "The issue of the Ninth Princess's status is very simple. She can also be the prince's consort."

"Uh?" Atulu was a little confused: "Your Majesty, what about the Shangshu's daughter?"

"They are both prince consorts." Emperor Wu said generously with a wave of his hand, "Sixth Prince can marry two prince consorts. They have the same status."

"Just like my second son, he also married two princesses at the same time. Moreover, these two wives were also very kind and assisted the second son at the same time. It was a great story for the generations to come."

"Princess Nine, please rest assured. If the Sixth Brother causes her any injustice, I will punish him severely."

"Thank goodness this old fellow reminded me and solved this problem. Old fellow, I will reward you handsomely."

Emperor Wu was in a good mood and had resolved the issue of the Ninth Princess's status.

But Aturu and Eunuch Zhao have different appearances.

Aturu was depressed. He came here to ask for status for the Ninth Princess, but he didn't expect this to be the outcome.

Emperor Wu had guaranteed it on the spot, so Aturu had no way of asking any further questions and had to give up.

Eunuch Zhao was even more depressed. Facing Emperor Wu's praise, he could only pretend to smile.

He complained in his heart that this was not his intention when he mentioned the Second Prince. He wanted to push the Second Prince forward so that Emperor Wu could consider whether the Ninth Princess could be married to the Crown Prince. After all, the Crown Prince would be the emperor in the future. Marrying the Ninth Princess and making her a Royal Noble Consort would be enough of an honor for him, right?

As soon as Aturu returned to the dilapidated inn, he told the anxious Ninth Princess what the Emperor meant.

The Ninth Princess immediately became furious and yelled at him rudely, "Did a horse kick you in the head?"

"You even agreed to something like this. Do you want to embarrass me, the princess, or do you want to embarrass us, the barbarians?"

Atulu stopped the Ninth Princess who was looking for something and said with a wry smile, "Princess, stop looking for things. You've already dropped them all."

The Ninth Princess got angry several times and the inn was almost empty.

Atulu had no choice but to bring out the same excuse again, staring at her with a serious expression: "Your Highness the Ninth Princess."

"You are the princess of the barbarians, and the most beloved princess of our king, the pearl of the grassland. What's wrong with just being wronged?"

"With your intelligence and skills, can't you suppress a young lady who grew up in a mansion?"

The Ninth Princess, A Luo, indeed calmed down. She clenched her slender fingers tightly, snorted coldly, and said confidently, "For the future of the Barbarian Tribe, this princess will endure it. She, Yang Ziqin, is just a pet bird kept in captivity. How can she compare with this princess?"

"This princess will send her to the west sooner or later."

At the same time, in the Prince's Mansion, Yang Ziqin was also furious.

She personally called Ning Yi to question him, "Your Highness, I have already agreed to your marriage to a barbarian woman. But she is also the prince's consort. Does she have to sit with me?"

"Do you still want me to give up my bedroom?"

Ning Yi had a bigger headache than her. He sat behind the table, rubbed his eyebrows, and looked speechlessly at Yang Ziqin who came to ask for explanation.

If it weren't for the fact that he needed the strong support of Shangshu Yang Long, he would have driven her away long ago.

"Alright." Ning Yi said helplessly, "This prince will think of a way. Even if she is a prince's consort, she is also a barbarian prince's consort. Can't you, the most talented woman in the capital, be compared with her?"

Speaking of this, Yang Ziqin snorted arrogantly and raised her long white neck: "She is just a barbarian woman. I don't take her seriously."

Watching the door as she left.

Ning Yi muttered that having too many women was not a good thing, so it was better to deal with it properly.

Looking at Zeng Rou who was in a daze beside him, he instructed: "Have someone open up the west courtyard, arrange everything, and let the Ninth Princess move in."

"One in the east and one in the west, to avoid a fight between the two princesses."

There was something strange on Zeng Rou's young face. The two princesses were both of high status. I believe His Highness must be worried.

Just finished dealing with the woman's problem.

Qin Haifeng pushed the door open and came in, bowing respectfully and saying, "Your Highness, Wang Hu requests an audience."

"Hmm?" Ning Yi immediately perked up.

"How many people did he bring?"

Qin Haifeng: "Your Highness, there are probably more than 500 people."

"So little." Ning Yi frowned in disappointment.

The Tiger Guards back then were so powerful that they were specifically responsible for the safety of the late emperor and were the army that the late emperor relied on the most.

During its heyday, there were as many as 20,000 to 30,000 people, which is the same level as the current imperial guards.

Ning Yi personally met with the more than 500 people brought by Wang Hu in the front yard.

More than ten years have passed, and everyone is still quite old. The young and strong man in his twenties back then has now become a forty-year-old uncle with a weathered look.

They were all dressed simply, and there were all kinds of low-level workers, but they all had resolute expressions.

But they all emerged from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and were once the true elite first army of the Dawu Kingdom.

"Greetings, Your Highness." Wang Hu knelt first.

A group of people knelt down behind him: "Greetings, Your Highness."

"Please stand up quickly, everyone." Ning Yi comforted them all with emotion.

"Everyone, go back first and take good care of your families. If you are willing to follow me, you can leave with your family in a few days."

"This prince promises to restore your former glory."

Speaking of which, this group of Tiger Guard warriors who were once the most trusted by the emperor were all full of anticipation.

After they left, Ning Yi calmly instructed, "Tell Zuixianlou to thoroughly investigate all of them. If there are any spies from other forces, eliminate them quickly."

Qin Haifeng bowed and accepted the order.