Female special forces soldiers in ancient times

The capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, the Golden Palace.

Early that morning, after the court officials had finished their rites, Li Tingting sat in an empty chair.

A faint smile graced her face, her left arm gently embracing the mischievous little devil in her arms.

His right hand gently patted his back from time to time.

So that the little devil in my arms can get a good night's sleep.

This little dog emperor, who rules like you?

While the court officials were in session, you slept so soundly, it's driving me crazy!

Oh dear! I can't call him a little dog emperor, he's my own child!

Suddenly, the little emperor in his arms put his little finger in his mouth.

She quickly lowered her head and rubbed her cheek against the little one's soft hair.

Her fingertips were still gently circling his back.

Wu Lixin shook himself, stepped forward,

"Your Majesty, the Great Zhou has sent an envoy with a letter of state, which arrived at our Ministry of the Central Secretariat yesterday!"

Ling stepped forward, holding a bright yellow scroll, his voice interrupting her thoughts.

Li Tingting didn't turn her head, continuing to gently rock the baby in her arms.

Only one word escaped from his nasal cavity: "Read."

Her fingertips didn't stop moving, but her ears perked up slightly. The little emperor in her arms seemed startled by the word "read."

She pouted slightly, then quickly leaned down and planted a light kiss on his forehead.

He hummed an off-key tune as if to soothe a child.

But his gaze, through the hanging curtains, fell on the official document in Wu Lixin's hand.

Upon receiving the order, Wu Lixin unfurled the scroll and read aloud:

"The Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty to Empress Dowager Li of the Pseudo-Xia Dynasty: Your young Emperor Yongxi has ascended the throne..."

"I am aware of the matter of the Li family's regency, and I grant it!"

"What do you mean 'accurate'? Humph! It's a joke! My Great Xia's legitimate emperor has ascended the throne!"

Does it even need the approval of a puppet emperor?

Wu Xiong'an, standing to the side, began cursing angrily on the spot.

Actually, he was just putting on an act for Li Tingting.

After all, Wu Xiong'an did a lot of bad things behind Li Tingting's back.

Of course, one must always be prepared to pledge loyalty to Li Tingting.

Wu Lixin cleared his throat and continued reading: "As for a temporary truce..."

The policy of mutual recuperation and development is approved by me! The war continues...

Ultimately, it is the common people who suffer.

"Tch, at least he said something sensible."

Wang Chong, who was standing to the side, also grunted. In fact, he was also putting on an act for Li Tingting's benefit.

The Wu and Wang families have been behaving like lapdogs in court lately.

The main reason is the 100,000 troops that Li Tingting has stationed in the capital.

They have been transformed into the Imperial Guard.

With such armed forces in the capital, which powerful family wouldn't feel a chill down their spine?

But Li Tingting didn't even lift her eyelids, only coaxing the little devil in her arms who was about to wake up.

“But!” Wu Lixin suddenly raised his voice, uttering the most piercing part.

"Since you claim to be regent and pacify the people, you should properly govern the territory of that false dynasty!"

If the country is in chaos and the people are impoverished

There may be rumors of mistreatment of my fellow citizens of the Great Zhou—I, as the legitimate ruler of the Great Zhou,

We will absolutely not stand idly by!

"At that time, don't blame me for personally leading the imperial army to punish this unworthy false dynasty for 'misrule'!"

"presumptuous!"

A furious shout rang out from the corner of the hall. Wu Xiong'an heard this.

He slammed his fist on the table and stood up, looking so angry that his beard trembled.

Actually, he was just too immersed in the role.

"How dare his false Zhou dynasty claim to be the legitimate dynasty?"

Have you forgotten so quickly the large army of over 200,000 that we had just fought?

Did they die tragically under our swords in battle?

Your Majesty, this letter is clearly a provocation.

Your humble servant believes we should execute the envoy and prepare for war!

"that is!"

The officials who were fans of the Wu and Wang families all echoed their sentiments.

"How dare a usurper point fingers at the Empress Dowager! It's utterly outrageous!"

The hall erupted in uproar, filled with shouts of cursing and calls for battle.

Even the civil official holding the memorial blushed.

Li Tingting suddenly laughed, a laugh so soft that only the baby in her arms could hear it.

She finally raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the indignant ministers.

He lightly tapped the little emperor's back with his fingertip: "What's all the noise about?"

Li Tingting shifted her gaze from the faces of the jubilant officials to the direction of the Li family officials below the steps.

His tone was as calm as if he were talking about everyday matters as he looked at Li Zhong: "Prime Minister Li,"

From now on, all matters concerning official correspondence will be handled by your household.

"Such trivial matters, I will not meddle in."

The moment the words were spoken, the commotion in the hall abruptly ceased.

The anger on the faces of Wu Xiong'an, Wang Chong, and others had not yet subsided.

Then Li Zhong, looking puzzled and bowing in anticipation, took his place.

Li Xiang and the others were slightly taken aback and looked up at her on the dragon throne.

Li Tingting lowered her head and teased the little emperor in her arms, who had closed his eyes again.

She gently pinched his soft earlobe with her fingertips before slowly speaking:

“You all saw it too,”

She glanced at the scroll in Wu Lixin's hand, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"The Great Zhou and my Great Xia have always maintained correspondence, and all it has ever been has been you calling me a 'false dynasty'."

I'll call you a 'tyrant' in return; it's just the same old rhetoric over and over again.

She glanced at the assembled officials, her tone tinged with laziness:

What's the point of arguing about winning or losing these arguments?

If we're really talking about orthodoxy, words not found in the official documents...

Rather, it depends on whether the people have enough to eat and whether those on the border can sleep soundly.

As she spoke, she pulled the little emperor closer to her, "I need to soothe the baby."

We need to focus on resettling displaced people; we don't have time to waste on paperwork with them.

Prime Minister Li, from now on, when they send you official letters, just reply accordingly.

There's no need to report everything.

Prime Minister Li bowed and accepted the order: "Your subject obeys the Empress Dowager's decree."

......

In the living room of Kunning Palace, the fragrance of sandalwood wafted around the beams and ceiling.

On the carved octagonal table, a celadon plate held several golden-yellow pears.

The fruit peel was still covered with a thin layer of frost, as if it had just been taken out of the ice cellar.

Li Rong sat upright in the rosewood chair, his back ramrod straight.

He placed his hands neatly on his knees and even softened his breathing.

He caught a glimpse of Li Qing beside him out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but whisper another word of advice:

"Third Brother, can you sit up straight? This is Kunning Palace."

"When your elder sister comes back from court and sees you like this, she'll probably punish you again..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Li Qing's indistinct voice.

This guy has absolutely no manners. He's practically sunk into the large armchair.

One leg was crossed over the other, and the toes were swaying gently to some unknown tune.

He simply rubbed his back against the chair back to find a more comfortable position.

He was holding a pear in his hands, and had just peeled half of it with a silver knife.

Revealing its snow-white, juicy flesh, take a bite...

The crisp "snap" sound was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Juice dripped down the corners of his mouth, but he didn't wipe it away.

He stretched his neck, gulped it down, smacked his lips, and his eyebrows shot up:

"Mmm...mmm! Fifth brother, don't say anything more, just try it."

The pears from this palace are definitely better than the ones you can buy outside.

As he spoke, he stuffed another large mouthful into his mouth, the fruit crunching between his teeth.

The sweet juice slid down his throat, and he squinted his eyes in pleasure.

Li Rong looked at his uninhibited manner.

His brows were furrowed so deeply that they almost formed knots, but he was helpless and could only shake his head in resignation.

Just as I was about to say something, suddenly, a figure darted out from outside the door.

She was holding the baby tightly in her arms.

With light steps, he rushed straight towards Li Qing.

With a "smack", Li Tingting went over and slapped him on the thigh.

"You little rascal, can't you learn from your fifth brother?"

You have no proper posture, whether sitting or standing. Take a good look at yourself!

All he does is loaf around and be lazy all day.

"Ouch! My dear sister, couldn't you be a little gentler?"

Ouch! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! My dear sister, I was wrong!

Let go...

Li Qing had just been slapped on the thigh and hadn't even finished explaining himself.

His ear was twisted by Li Tingting, and he could only beg for mercy.