The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

A dozen days later, Song Wenjun had almost fully recovered from childbirth.

She nourishes herself with various bird's nest soups every day, and her complexion is even more rosy than before she had children; she looks radiant.

Consort Ning didn't care whether the child was a boy or a girl, and she would come to see her little grandson every few days.

After returning home, she boasted to her old friends in the palace about how well-behaved her little grandson was, her face beaming with pride.

In the past, when she bragged to her sisters, everyone appeared to be on good terms, but secretly they were all envious.

But now, everyone feels a pang of bitterness from the bottom of their hearts.

Who could have predicted that Consort Ning would have the last laugh, and even the Empress was no match for her?

She is about to become the Empress Dowager.

More importantly, His Highness the Crown Prince already has two sons, making his position as Crown Prince as secure as Mount Tai.

Song Wenjun spent her days eating and sleeping, and with a dedicated person taking good care of her child, she was able to have a peaceful postpartum period.

Although Xiao Ji secretly hoped to have a daughter, he dared not reveal even a hint of his thoughts in front of Song Wenjun, who had just given birth, for fear of upsetting her.

So every time Xiao Ji held the baby, his face was full of smiles, but in his heart he was complaining: "Why is it another boy? Why doesn't God give me a sweet little girl?"

But seeing the little guy's chubby and adorable appearance, he quickly felt relieved.

Looking at Song Wenjun's fair and rosy face, Xiao Ji secretly thought that perhaps the next child would be a daughter.

The little guy seemed to know what Xiao Ji was thinking, and he would pee on him every time.

At first, Xiao Ji would take a bath and change his clothes after being urinated on, but after it happened many times, he stopped caring.

He could even calmly go to the imperial study to discuss state affairs with his ministers right after being urinated on.

So much so that the ministers had a question in their minds: the Imperial Study used to be full of fragrance, but why has it recently started to smell like urine?

Following the scent, everyone looked at the hem of Xiao Ji's clothes and was immediately speechless.

His Highness the Crown Prince's robes were still damp.

However, after seeing it so often, everyone has gotten used to it. After all, who hasn't had their urine peed on by a child before?

"Your Highness, Dongling has been making moves lately, and it seems they intend to wage war against our country." Changing the subject, everyone quickly returned to the main topic.

Xiao Ji had already received the news that Dongling and Beijin had joined forces at the border.

The situation is tense, and war is imminent.

In the past, Nan Yue was indeed no match for Dong Ling, but things are different now.

With Yan Yan's thunderbolts and the muskets he provided, Nan Yue's military achieved a qualitative leap.

It is no exaggeration to say that the power of a single musket is equivalent to that of a dozen men.

This is a powerful weapon that no other country has.

In addition, there were artillery pieces.

Xiao Ji had witnessed its power; a single cannonball could blow open a city wall.

He had long wanted to test the power of these weapons, and since Dongling and Beijin had taken the initiative to provoke him, he might as well use them as a scapegoat.

Xiao Ji's lips curled up slightly, and he chuckled softly, his eyes filled with a determined gleam: "Alright, let's give it a try."

The ministers inside the room understood each other perfectly and exchanged knowing smiles.

They knew in their hearts that if this war broke out, the surrounding small countries would be terrified.

From now on, who will dare to easily invade Nanyue?

“Your Highness, this old minister is willing to go.” A white-haired military officer stood up and said in a loud voice.

Xiao Ji glanced at the old minister, smiled and waved his hand, advising, "Old Xu, you are almost sixty years old. Wouldn't it be better to enjoy your retirement in the capital? Let the young people do this kind of thing. Our dynasty is short of military generals now, so it's time to let them get some experience."

Upon hearing this, General Xu nearly coughed up blood in anger.

His Highness the Crown Prince is clearly giving up the opportunity to make a contribution to someone else.

This battle is a foregone conclusion; victory is certain. Upon their triumphant return, they will be rewarded and honored. This favoritism is too blatant.

Old Xu was reluctant, but said eagerly, "Your Highness, I am not old yet. I can do eighty sit-ups in one go."

Xiao Ji nodded approvingly, then looked at Ma Zhi at the end of the seat: "General Ma, how many can you do?"

Ma Zhi never imagined he would return to the imperial court; these past few days have felt like a dream.

He thought he was just a nobody, but he never expected His Highness the Crown Prince to suddenly mention him.

He smiled shyly, revealing a set of white teeth: "Your Highness, we can probably make about one hundred and eighty."

Since his leg injury healed, he has insisted on exercising every day without ever slacking off, all in the hope of returning to the battlefield one day.

Old Xu was speechless and secretly devastated.

It's truly a case of the Yangtze River's back waves pushing the front waves forward, with the front waves crashing to the beach and dying.

He's getting old.

Xiao Ji nodded approvingly, then looked at the silent gourd in the crowd, Bai Shu.

He called out his name: "Bai Shu, and you?"

Bai Shu had been inseparable from Xiao Nanzhi these past few days, but when he heard Xiao Ji mention him, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

All eyes in the room were on him, and Bai Shu had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I can make eighty too."

Upon hearing his words, everyone frowned.

He clearly didn't believe it.

"General Xu can do eighty, and you, at such a young age, can only do eighty. General Bai, are you afraid to go to the battlefield?" someone teased.

Bai Shu grinned dismissively, "How could that be?"

He was promoted to general by Xiao Ji without any merit or noble title.

The court officials had a great deal of opinion against him.

Xiao Ji gritted his teeth inwardly, truly disappointed in his son.

He gave him this opportunity so that he could rightfully become a general, right?

This kid is actually ungrateful.

"You and General Ma will go together, with Tian Qi as the vanguard. It's settled then." Xiao Ji made the final decision, giving no one a chance to object, and then waved his hand: "Meeting adjourned."

Everyone inside left, but Bai Shu found Xiao Ji and said anxiously, "Your Highness, can I not go?"

Xiao Ji was so angry that he put his hands on his hips, pointed at his nose, and almost cursed him out.

He paced back and forth in the room, then threw out a harsh remark: "You, you're utterly hopeless! Don't you understand why I sent you?"

"Your Majesty understands. He wants me to make merit so that he can be promoted and given a higher rank." Bai Shu lowered his head, looking guilty.

Xiao Ji felt a little relieved and breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you didn't know. Since you do know, why did you refuse?"

Bai Shu frowned deeply. Seeing that Xiao Ji wasn't angry, she whispered to him, "Your Highness, you don't know this, but I promised Nan Zhi that I would spend this time with her. I can't go back on my word. Besides, our marriage is still undecided."

Although he saved Xiao Nanzhi's life, the princess was even more reluctant to let her daughter get married so early after she had been lost and found again.

Therefore, even though he knew that Bai Shu and Xiao Nanzhi were deeply in love, he did not mention marriage.

Bai Zhu was so anxious about this that she got very upset.

He's in no mood to think about anything else right now.