Was the whole group wiped out in the previous life? Reborn to drag the crippled king into the bridal

Chu Xuanchi chuckled, "More than a discrepancy, I never thought they were from Nanzhao. I only thought of the forces in Shengjing."

The Nanzhao assassins hadn't come to Prince Yu's Palace for a long time, and they didn't even want such a good opportunity as the wedding. He thought they had given up the assassination.

After Wuying finished his report, he left the east wing, leaving the young couple alone inside whispering to each other, their voices so low that no one outside could hear them.

Mo Zhaohua asked in a low voice, "Now that the truth about the assassin has been uncovered, how much concession do you think His Majesty can make this time?"

From the imperial physician's diagnosis and treatment today, she could only judge that the imperial physician might finally heal the injuries on his legs that had been festering for many months.

Chu Xuanchi groaned, "Since my father specifically asked the imperial physician to stay in the mansion, my leg injury should be healed before the end of the year."

"Is it just an external injury?" Mo Zhaohua was not satisfied. She hoped that he could get more. He shouldn't have suffered so much.

"From the assassin's confession, his internal injuries should be able to be treated safely. At least in the near future, he doesn't need to injure himself to avoid disaster."

The reason why Nan Zhao wanted to kill him was simply because they were afraid that he would return to the battlefield in southern Xinjiang. Emperor Wenzong could not have failed to think of this and was naturally afraid of being criticized.

Even though the imperial physician was not a miracle doctor and could not make him stand up, he had been back in Beijing for so long that no matter how serious his injury was, it should have improved.

Some people had already guessed Emperor Wenzong's selfish motives, and coupled with the rumors deliberately spread by the Southern Zhao spies, Emperor Wenzong had to give more consideration.

"My dear husband, you know that I am asking more than just this." Mo Zhaohua was getting a little too demanding and wished that Emperor Wenzong would make a complete compromise.

Chu Xuanchi certainly knew, "If I stand up, the imperial physician probably doesn't have the ability to do so, and my father won't allow anyone else to treat me for the time being."

Mo Zhaohua's heart sank. "It doesn't matter. I'm here. After I broke through the second level of my mental method, I'm more confident."

She saw more and more clearly the ruthlessness of Emperor Wenzong, but in her previous life, she still thought he was a wise ruler until his death.

However, thinking of the death of Emperor Wenzong, she began to have some doubts. In her previous life, she had cured his headache and he was in good health.

How come she suddenly fell seriously ill and was unable to attend the morning court? The prince was hastily made regent, and most importantly, she was not allowed to seek medical treatment.

You should know that her medical skills were already well-known at that time. She was called the Princess' Miracle Doctor, and even the imperial doctors often humbly asked her for advice.

At that time, she was busy stabilizing Chu Xuanhan's position and didn't think too much about it. Now, thinking about it, there were too many unusual things about Emperor Wenzong's death.

While he was thinking, he heard Chu Xuanchi say, "When I feel better, I will teach you martial arts in person. You can tell others that I have nothing to do and am killing time."

Mo Zhaohua also thought of what to do, "Okay, then I won't use my internal strength, others will just think I'm joking."

Chu Xuanchi hugged her and kissed her forehead, "My Zhao Zhao is so smart."

***

The assassin's night attack on Prince Yu's palace once again caused an uproar.

Now that Emperor Wenzong's suspicion had been cleared, everyone could speak freely in teahouses and restaurants.

"I didn't expect it was Nan Zhao who did it. This is a plan that kills two birds with one stone."

"That's right. Not only did it nearly cost the Prince Yu his life, but it also caused discord between Your Majesty and the Prince Yu."

"Not only that, if their trick succeeds, how will the other soldiers feel? What will be shaken is the foundation of the country."

"What a vicious plot. Fortunately, one person was left alive. Unfortunately, he confessed too late. The others had already retreated."

"I never thought that a seemingly ordinary grain and oil shop would be the base of the Nanzhao spies."

"In Shengjing City, I'm afraid there are other strongholds besides that grain and oil shop. The more ordinary they are, the safer they are."

"The Jinwu Guards are now searching every household, but the people of Nanzhao look the same as us, so it's hard to find them."

Shuying sat by the window, looking around and listening to everything, holding a cup of tea in her hand, sipping it comfortably.

After he had listened to most of it, he returned to Prince Yu's Mansion and told the story vividly to Chu Xuanchi and Mo Zhaohua.

The west wing is still under renovation, and Chu Xuanchi still lives in the east wing. Now with the treatment of the imperial physician, his health has recovered a little.

He lazily leaned against the bed, holding the military book in his hand, "Let the wind go tomorrow. This opportunity is rare and cannot be missed."

Shuying smiled with a bit of evil in her voice, "I understand. I promise that by this time tomorrow, the rumors will reach the ears of the emperor."

Mo Zhaohua was sitting on the embroidery stool in front of the bed, making underwear for Chu Xuanchi. "I wonder what news my husband is trying to spread?"

Chu Xuanchi didn't tell her directly, "Let me keep it a secret with Zhao Zhao first, and then I can give you a little surprise."

Mo Zhaohua was not in a hurry. As long as she knew it was a good thing, she would feel at ease. "Okay, then I will wait for my husband's surprise."

Seeing how affectionate they were, Shuying tactfully excused herself, "Ahem... I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Mo Zhaohua stared at his departing back suspiciously, "Did I see it wrongly? Why does Shuying look like she's running away?"

Chu Xuanchi snorted coldly, "He has some good eyesight."

***

Royal Palace, Qinzheng Hall.

Cang Xian personally entered the palace to report to Emperor Wenzong.

Emperor Wenzong's hand holding the red brush froze, "Is this really the rumor going around?"

Cang Xian knelt on one knee and said, "Yes, this kind of talk is very popular nowadays, and everyone hopes that the Iron Cavalry will protect the King."

This was the rumor Chu Xuanchi wanted Shuying to spread yesterday, and he did what he said and let Emperor Wenzong know about it.

Emperor Wenzong frowned, "That's three thousand cavalrymen. How can they be transferred from the garrison outside the city to Shengjing just for the Imperial Palace?"

This cavalry originally had as many as 5,000 people. They were the guard force built by Chu Xuanchi himself in southern Xinjiang and were loyal to him.

In the final battle, they fell into a trap and fought desperately to resist the enemy, suffering countless casualties. In the end, only three thousand were left out of the five thousand.

Three thousand cavalrymen escorted Chu Xuanchi back to Shengjing with injuries. They encountered countless assassins along the way, most of whom were from southern Xinjiang.

If they hadn't protected him along the way, it would have been difficult for Chu Xuanchi to return to Shengjing City alive given Nan Zhaoguo's all-pervasive assassination.

After returning to Beijing, they stayed outside the city to recuperate, but did not return to Southern Xinjiang after they recovered. They were incorporated into the capital's army and are currently serving as the city defense force.

However, most of them only recognized Chu Xuanchi and were unwilling to follow the new general's orders and train according to his previous methods every day.

Once pressure was put on them by their superiors, they proposed to retire and return to the countryside, and some even said they would rather work as guards in the Prince's Palace.

Although 3,000 cavalrymen were not many, they were equivalent to tens of thousands of troops in the capital. The generals valued their talents, and Emperor Wenzong was reluctant to let them take off their armor.

But after giving so much time, no one has been able to tame them. Now they have to be returned to Chu Xuanchi, how can he be willing?

Cang Xian said: "Not all of them need to be transferred here. Only a small number of them need to be transferred to guard the Prince Yu's mansion. After all, the guards are not able to provide adequate protection."

Emperor Wenzong put down his red brush and shook his head repeatedly, as if thinking about something. "No, it shouldn't be like this..."