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"It's nothing." Zheng Zhian shook his head. Although Consort Yue's appearance resembled his mother somewhat, her personality was completely the opposite.

The Yu family was weak, but she was the only one in the harem besides the four concubines who had children. Although she was only a princess, it was clear that her father still had some favor towards her. He was able to control her with just a few threatening words from Jiang Yingying. It seems that she had wasted all those years in the palace.

Upon hearing this, Danqin didn't ask any more questions and took out a letter from her bosom, handing it to her.

Zheng Zhian took it and looked at her in surprise, "Who gave it to you?"

Danqin remained silent, gesturing for her to see for herself.

Zheng Zhian looked at the yellowed envelope in his hand with some doubt. There was nothing written on the cover. After tearing it open, he took out the letter inside: "Zheng Zhian, happy fourth birthday."

Looking at those familiar words, she froze, a slight ripple of emotion stirring within her. She realized she had grown another year older.

It took her a while to come to her senses. She stuffed the letter back into the envelope, pouted, and held out her hand to the person standing there. "Where's the gift?"

Danqin turned around and shouted towards the door, "Bring everything in."

Mangcao, accompanied by several maids and eunuchs, carried the items into the room one after another, making the spacious room suddenly seem cramped.

The tools needed for all kinds of arts and crafts are readily available, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Zheng Zhian opened her mouth slightly and looked at Danqin with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?" Everyone, come and perform a talent?

Danqin waved to the crowd, "You may all leave." Her eyes were smiling, and she spoke with a serious expression, "This is what Master asked you to learn."

The Duke's mansion has already hired teachers for various arts and crafts, just waiting for the right opportunity to send them in.

Looking at all the things in the room, Zheng Zhian felt completely overwhelmed. Old Man Xiao's Five Elements and Eight Trigrams were already enough to make her brain ache, and her dear mother had actually arranged so many talent lessons in advance!

Does Heaven dislike her?

Zheng Zhian asked unwillingly, "Does Mother know all of these?"

Danqin's smile was playful, and she parted her red lips slightly, saying, "No." She spoke with such confidence.

From a young age, the master only focused on studying military strategy and martial arts, and had no interest in these things at all.

The little princess and her master are surprisingly in agreement on this point.

The master must have done this on purpose. Perhaps the master didn't want the princess to grow up fighting and killing like her, not like a girl. So the master prepared things that cultivate character and temperament.

Zheng Zhian looked up at the roof at a 45-degree angle, his expression complicated. Good heavens, his mother is setting his daughter up in this mess.

She collapsed limply onto the couch, forgetting her wounds, and gasped in pain. With a look of utter despair, she wailed, "All of it? Is it absolutely necessary to learn it?"

Rarely seeing her so embarrassed, Danqin chuckled, "Just kidding." Seeing her starry eyes shining as she looked at her, she teased, "Your Majesty lets you choose for yourself. If you really don't want to learn, I won't force you."

Zheng Zhian's eyes swept towards Danqin with a fierce yet innocent look; Danqin had gone astray.

Even choosing just one thing would give her a headache.

He scanned the pile of things, then finally raised his hand weakly and pointed to the chessboard next to the guqin. "That'll do." With that, he collapsed onto the soft cushions on the tatami mat.

Seeing this, Danqin was not surprised, as this was the simplest and easiest thing for the princess to learn.

He ordered someone to move the chessboard to the east and west sides, leaving it behind, and placed it on the table in the middle of the bed.

Zheng Zhian comforted himself for a long time before getting up and looking at the things on the table.

She hadn't noticed before, but she didn't expect that the entire chessboard was made of colorless crystal. Its crystal-clear texture was almost comparable to interstellar glass. She picked up the white chess pieces from the box, and they turned out to be high-quality jade with rich color and a warm touch. The black pieces looked black from a distance, but up close they were actually purplish-black jade.

This chess set alone must be priceless; Mother is truly wealthy!

Seeing that she noticed the difference in this item, Danqin explained, "This item was collected by our master from the enemy camp when the two countries were at war and the enemy had reached a city in the Western Yu Kingdom."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zhian's first reaction was that there must have been someone of extraordinary status there at the time.

This is not something that ordinary people can obtain, and ordinary generals would not have the leisure to place a chessboard in their camp.

"Not bad, not bad, it seems that war can make you rich!"

Danqin glared at her disapprovingly. What kind of thinking was the princess? How did it relate to getting rich? Wars always cause people to suffer and die. How could that be related to getting rich?

"Just kidding, just kidding." Zheng Zhian gave a sheepish smile.

She used to secretly 'pick up scraps' when she was fighting for resources in other interstellar worlds. Otherwise, with the limited resources on Earth, how could she afford to support such an expensive fleet?

......

In front of the desk in the Imperial Study, Masahito held a white piece and looked at the intricate chess game on the board. He slowly placed a crucial piece, and immediately the white piece surrounded and strangled the black pieces that had just been slightly ahead.

"Your Majesty, Grand Commandant Jiang requests an audience," Liu Fuquan announced in a low voice, bowing.

Today is the little princess's birthday, but the emperor doesn't seem to have any intention of visiting Muyun Palace at all. He really doesn't understand why.

The Emperor's will is unfathomable!

Zheng Hongyuan stood up calmly and said, "Summon them."

Liu Fuquan lowered his head and turned to leave. There were no important matters in court today. Judging from the Emperor's expression, it seemed he had expected this all along. And then there was the matter between Consort Li and the princess...

He sighed silently.

After Jiang Hetai entered the palace, he glanced at the chessboard not far away, a dark glint flashing in his eyes. He looked at the person in front of the desk and prostrated himself on the ground, saying, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

"Grand Commandant, please rise." Zheng Hongyuan said with a smile, "Quickly, offer me a seat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

He picked up the tea offered by the palace servant, blew on it lightly, and asked with surprise, "What brings the Grand Commandant to the palace?"

Jiang Hetai, who was sitting on the stool at the lower end, stopped his tea-serving hand and replied, "This old minister wanted to ask Your Majesty about the change of garrison in the capital. Spring is just around the corner, and at that time, candidates from all over the country will be heading to the capital. At that time, the crowd will be mixed and disorderly."

"Your Majesty, I fear that foreign personnel may infiltrate and gather intelligence on our capital's military preparedness. If we wait until then to rotate the troops, it will be disadvantageous." At this point, Jiang Hetai stood up from his stool, cupped his hands, and bowed slightly. "Your Majesty, the rotation of troops should be done sooner rather than later!"

The rotation of personnel should have been scheduled for the end of last year, but he took on the role of chief examiner and had no time to attend to it.

Because of Fan Nong's previous investigation into derelict and negligent officials, many of his cronies in various camps were removed from the capital.

If we don't switch defenses soon, I'm afraid...

Zheng Hongyuan's face stiffened, as if he had only remembered the matter because of his words, then he gradually smiled and said, "Look, I had forgotten about this matter. The Grand Commandant's concerns are not without merit. The Ministry of War should start working on the troop rotation as soon as possible."

Jiang Hetai respectfully replied, "As you command."

He was surprised that the emperor agreed so readily. He didn't believe that the emperor would overlook such an important matter as the rotation of troops. No matter what the emperor's true intentions were, as long as this group of people arrived in the capital, his position would only be more secure.

"It is my good fortune to have the Grand Commandant to share my burdens, and it is also the good fortune of the people!"

Liu Fuquan heard this clearly, which shows that the Emperor is indeed relying heavily on Grand Commandant Jiang.

That princess, the Duke of Yun...

"Your Majesty works tirelessly for the country and its people. As your subjects, it is our honor to share your burdens."

The two exchanged pleasantries, creating a scene of harmonious relations between ruler and subject, though it was unclear whether it was genuine or not...