The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

The Chu army launched an attack in one fell swoop, recaptured the Guan Gate, and drove the Western Yi people out of the territory of Chu.

During the attack and defense, two factions split within the Great Chu.

Some people believed that they should take advantage of the enemy's crisis to capture Mo Sheng and promote the prestige of the Chu State.

But others believe that the top priority now is to recuperate and prepare for the enemy's next attack.

Mo Sheng has no food left, and Da Chu is not much better off.

Four years of war had drained the Chu treasury so much that even a mouse would come out crying.

The treasury is out of money and the food supply is very tight. It is indeed not appropriate to start a war at this time.

In this way, Da Chu and Mo Sheng fell into a strange period of calm.

In Mo Sheng, the king's faction and the high priest's faction began to dispute.

"If you hadn't made such a foolish move and issued a merchant decree to take money from those merchants, Da Chu wouldn't have gotten the news so quickly."

The lord of Nubu City, Bi Ling, pointed at the high priest's nose and cursed.

The high priest was dressed in a white robe and a wide hat wrapped around his head, giving him a mysterious and profound feeling.

"Bi Ling, if it weren't for you, the Mu family, and Frye constantly cutting off the army's food supplies, I wouldn't have to go to those merchants to borrow money and food."

"Your Majesty, I was not thoughtful enough in this matter. Just order the punishment. I will have no objections."

The high priest turned to look at the young emperor sitting there, head slightly lowered, awaiting his punishment.

King Mo Sheng is very young, and is only just over sixteen years old this year.

A look of concern and guilt quickly crossed his face.

"How can the priest blame you? Mo knows that you did this for Mo Sheng. If I blame you, wouldn't it hurt the people of Mo Sheng?"

King Mo Sheng turned to look at Bi Ling, "Bi Ling, Mo knows you are anxious, but it is also for Mo Sheng. Now let's discuss what to do next."

Bi Ling was unwilling, but he swallowed his anger. His eyes were like scimitars, constantly slashing at the people around him.

A hint of disappointment flashed in the high priest's eyes.

"Your Majesty, it's not that our three cities don't supply food and fodder, but there's no more food left in the warehouses, and even the silver is long gone. For the past year, the people have been struggling to supply the army, and now many families have no food to eat, and many have sold their children. If this continues, how will the people of Mo Sheng survive?"

The mayor of Mu City was a woman. She prostrated herself in the palace and cried about the suffering of the people.

King Mo Sheng showed reluctance and looked at the high priest hesitantly.

"Priest, have the people reached this point?"

The king's first reaction was to ask the high priest, which cast a shadow on the hearts of the other six city lords.

Gong Fei, the lord of Mu City, lay on the ground with hatred in his eyes.

The damned high priest actually tricked Your Majesty into trusting him so much.

The high priest felt the king's gaze on him, as well as the eager eyes of the six people behind him.

As they watched, the high priest nodded slowly.

This King Mo Sheng is such a loser, he just believes whatever others say and is so indecisive. But this is also a good thing, it makes things more convenient for me, the high priest thought.

King Mo Sheng looked sad, and only at this moment did his true feelings show.

"It's Mo who is useless, and the people of Mo Sheng are suffering."

The high priest and the other five city lords who were standing all knelt down, "Your Majesty, please calm down."

Calm down, what anger do he want to calm down? Does he have the right to be angry?

"All of you, get up! Mo Sheng and Da Chu have negotiated peace and stopped the war."

The six city lords looked eagerly, and finally waited for the king to speak.

"We all obey the king's orders."

The high priest didn't say anything, and everyone else's heart was in suspense.

The six city lords all hope for a ceasefire. Although they are loyal to His Majesty, the cities have been managed by their families for generations, and the current war is built up with their family savings.

How much money can the people have? If you exploit them a little, you can wear out their lives.

They are not fools. Without these people, who will farm? Who will trade? Who will pay taxes?

As city lords, they wish to have as many people under their jurisdiction as possible.

And this high priest is a madman.

He is a madman who only cares about his own selfish desires. He is indeed not a man of Mo Sheng. How could he care about his people like they do?

"Online, I believe that we should suspend the war, recuperate, and wait for the opportunity to conquer Da Chu."

King Mo Sheng's hopeful eyes dimmed. The high priest now had the final say. Mo Sheng was not his, but seemed to belong to the high priest.

"You are a fugitive from the Great Chu. The people of Mo Sheng are desperate, yet you still won't let them go?!"

He Zhi, the mayor of Maocheng who had the most explosive temper, stood up and pointed at his nose and cursed.

"How could that be? Didn't I say to suspend the fighting and rest and recuperate?"

The high priest repeated it word by word.

The threat in his tone made the scene very solemn.

A chuckle broke the atmosphere, and he continued, "Besides, even if we want to negotiate peace now, Da Chu may not swallow this humiliation." The people of the Da Chu royal family are all hard-hearted.

Once this war is launched, there will be no turning back.

Don’t they understand this truth?

King Mo Sheng and his men certainly knew that when two beasts fought, one would inevitably win.

"unless……"

The high priest spoke, and everyone looked at him, but he was looking at the king sitting above, "Unless Your Majesty sends the princess to the Great Chu for marriage, and gives her ten thousand taels of gold, maybe she can still survive on this."

Now everyone's heart tightened. King Mo Sheng was thinking about his sister, while the six city lords were thinking about gold.

King Mo Sheng has twins, and he also has a younger sister who is Mo Sheng's most beloved princess. Naturally, he would not send his younger sister to marry.

The six city lords were thinking in their hearts, with tens of thousands of taels of gold, where could they come up with so much silver now?

Even if they do have it, they are reluctant to give it up.

What now?

I can only keep wasting time.

The people living on the border were the happiest about the ceasefire between Da Chu and Mo Sheng, and everyone could breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone is working hard to live. They know that sooner or later there will be a war between the two countries, and this war will be a matter of life and death.

The war stopped, and Kang Ge'er had nothing to do at the border, so he followed the capital's army back to Beijing.

This time when we return, it will be time to reward people based on their merits.

The Queen here has sped up the arrangements and wants to finalize the marriage between the Sixth Prince and Sister Wei before returning to the capital.

Empress Zhu was the first to ask Chu Qinling about his wishes. Chu Qinling didn't have much impression of Wei Jie'er, but she was the only official lady he had met in the capital.

What I remember most is the one or two months I lived in Duan Bo's house.

In Chu Qinling's memory, Sister Wei was like a little deer in the forest, lively and smart.

The most important thing is that she, like her cousin Kangger, is very healthy and rarely gets sick.

Health is something that he can never achieve in this life.

"Everything depends on the Queen Mother."