After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

Royal Palace of North Vietnam.

The court was in a stalemate. All the court officials lowered their heads deeply, not daring to make a sound even to breathe, for fear that the emperor sitting at the top would notice them.

The Emperor of Beiyue's face turned ashen. He had thrown all the memorials on the dragon table onto the ministers, and they were now scattered all over the ground.

His two hands, which were holding the armrests of the dragon throne, had turned bluish-white due to excessive force, and the crisscrossing blue veins were bulging and almost breaking.

"Is it true that North Vietnam, a great nation, has no one capable of leading troops into battle? Huh?"

"Speak up! Aren't you usually good at talking? Why did Xining and Southern Xinjiang send troops to attack us at the same time? 500,000 of them?"

"We captured ten cities in Donglai this year, but when did we offend Xining and Southern Xinjiang? Does anyone know why they're attacking us?"

The Emperor of Beiyue became increasingly angry as he spoke, panting heavily: "If you don't speak up, I will chop you all off!"

Censor Liu didn't want to speak, but when he noticed that His Majesty's gaze swept over the ministers and finally fell on him, he trembled and finally stood up.

Who told him to talk the most on weekdays? Whenever no one in the court was talking, His Majesty would look at him. This was perfectly normal.

He could only stand up tremblingly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, since ancient times, wars between states have been fought for wealth or land. They have an army of 500,000, and we can't defeat them no matter what..."

"Why not... ask them what they want? If they want money, we'll give them gold and silver. If they want land, we'll cede it..."

After saying this, he lowered his head again.

The Emperor of Beiyue sighed deeply, "Is this really the only way?"

At this moment, the Sixth Prince, who was standing on the left side of the court, stepped forward, his eyes crimson. "Father, we are not here in Xining and Southern Xinjiang for wealth or territory."

"They want North Vietnam to be destroyed."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire court gasped.

The Emperor of Beiyue's eyes suddenly turned cold: "What did you say?"

The Sixth Prince smiled, his expression tinged with sadness. "Father, you know, you only know that the new emperor of Xining has ascended the throne, but do you know who the new emperor of Xining is?"

The Emperor of Beiyue's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it on his face: "Isn't this the second prince they just found?"

"Yes!" The Sixth Prince nodded. "But do you know who the Second Prince, who was recently found in Xining, is?"

The Emperor of Beiyue's expression darkened completely. "Xie Heng, what exactly do you want to say?"

Xie Heng stared at the Emperor of Beiyue, emphasizing each word, "The new emperor who just ascended the throne in Xining is Fu Jiuli, who was hunted down by you, my father, and fled to Xining."

!!!

The entire court was shocked. The court officials didn't even dare to breathe. They held their breath tightly, looking at their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses. No one dared to make a sound.

Only Xie Heng ignored all this and continued, "After he ascended the throne, he did not immediately send troops to Beiyue. It was only after the title of Nanyang Marquis was stripped and the Zhenguo Duke Mansion was slandered for treason that he joined forces with Southern Xinjiang to send troops..."

"Father, we have gone too far."

These words frightened the Emperor of North Vietnam and he was slow to react.

After he realized what was happening, he slammed the table and said, "Stop talking nonsense! Xie Heng, if these things are true, how did you know?"

Xie Heng's eyes filled with tears. "Father, do you still remember Xiao Zhuzi who was beside me? He was Prince Li's secret guard. He left without saying goodbye yesterday. This is the letter he left for me."

Xie Heng presented a letter with both hands. Eunuch Gui immediately took the letter, opened it, and handed it to the Emperor of Beiyue.

Xie Heng continued, "Father, Prince Li is gone, Sister Nanxing is gone, Grand Tutor Xu is gone, and Old Marquis Shen is gone too..."

"North Vietnam no longer has any generals capable of fighting for you, nor does it have the military strength to resist an army of 500,000... You will be on your own."

After saying this, without looking at the Emperor of Beiyue or caring about the reactions of the court officials, Xie Heng left quietly.

After reading the letter, the Emperor of Beiyue seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. He slumped on the dragon throne, staring blankly.

Upon seeing this, Eunuch Gui announced the adjournment of the court session and arranged for the eunuchs to carry the Emperor of Beiyue onto a sedan chair and send him back to his bedroom.

The Emperor of Beiyue suddenly asked, "Eunuch Gui, am I...wrong?"

Eunuch Gui didn't dare to respond, but just stood aside with his head down.

Two months later, the Xining-South Xinjiang coalition forces were unstoppable and approached the North Vietnamese palace.

The military orders were strict. The army did not harm any civilians, nor did they kill all the surrendered North Vietnamese soldiers. Instead, they simply sent them back home.

When Fu Jiuli came to the inner hall with a team of armored soldiers, he only saw Xie Heng standing against the light with his back to him.

Xie Heng turned around after hearing the voice and said with a smile: "Prince Li, long time no see."

Fu Jiuli's face was expressionless: "Where is Xie Qingliang?"

Xie Heng: "Prince Li, do you remember? We once discovered a secret passage leading out of the palace, and we agreed not to tell anyone."

"I broke the promise. I told my father the secret passage, and he escaped through it."

Fu Jiuli waved his hand and said, "Chase!"

"Wait!" Xie Heng suddenly shouted.

Fu Jiuli raised his hand again, and the soldier who was about to leave stopped.

Xie Heng smiled and said, "Prince Li, I am sorry for you. I did not persuade the emperor to stop hunting you and Sister Nanxing, nor did I persuade him to spare the Nanyang Marquisate and the Zhenguo Dukeate..."

"I was deceived by my father's words and thought it was right to get rid of you..." As Xie Heng spoke, a trace of blood suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the young man's body was shaking.

"Xie Heng, what's wrong with you?" Fu Jiuli dodged and caught the boy steadily.

"Prince Li, I, I've taken poison and am dying... Please, please spare my father's life. I... I will use my life in his place, okay?"

The boy's clear eyes were filled with tears as he stared straight at Fu Jiuli: "...Okay...?"

Fu Jiu glanced away and said, "...Okay."

The boy's hand that was holding his sleeve loosened, his big eyes gradually lost focus, and his last voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"sorry......"

The young man's pale hands dropped down, lifeless.

Fu Jiuli held him for a long time before she ordered, "Bury him next to his mother."

"Set fire to this palace."

"The Emperor of North Vietnam, self-immolated to apologize..."

"From now on, there will be no more North Vietnam."