After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

The New Year of the first month of Daqi arrived with the sound of thundering war drums.

At the hour of Mao, the morning bell rang and all civil and military officials entered the Taiji Hall one after another.

A Bao knelt in the Taiji Hall in a disheveled state, and in front of all the civil and military officials, he presented the wooden box containing Xuanyuan Wu's head with both hands.

"Father, the leader of the traitors has been killed."

"Some of the rebels in the Liangshan camp were all close associates of Captain Fan Jin, and they have all been arrested and brought to justice."

"Last night, there were heavy casualties. Thirty-seven Western Prison Tiger Guards survived, but General Zhang Yu of the Divine Martial Camp and his scouts were all killed."

As he spoke, A Bao consoled him, "Please rest assured, Father. I remember your earnest teachings since childhood and have already made proper arrangements for the compensation."

Inside the hall, all the civil and military officials were in deathly silence.

The old emperor on the throne looked frosty, "How are the people in Xipin?"

A Bao calmly looked at the old emperor who was sitting on the supreme throne. The imperial robe he was wearing was majestic and awe-inspiring, and he was intimidating without even getting angry.

A Bao said, "All the poor people in the west have evacuated."

"I know that your Majesty is concerned about the safety of the people affected by the disaster, so I took the initiative to arrange for your Majesty to place the poor people in the west in a temporary camp outside the Xihemen camp."

After saying this, A Bao bowed his head humbly and said, "I beg you to forgive me, father."

The old emperor's expression eased slightly, and he stood up and walked down the white jade steps.

Abao straightened her back and held the wooden box firmly in both hands until the old emperor walked up to her.

The old emperor stared at Xuanyuan Wu's head, thinking, "This disguise technique seems to be really powerful. Although the face is injured, the appearance of Wu'er can be vaguely recognized between the eyebrows and eyes."

As soon as the old emperor said this, all the civil and military officials in the Taiji Hall echoed him.

"Yes, yes, it's exactly the same as King Wu."

"At first glance, I really thought it was the King Wu who had burned himself to death and resurrected."

Kneeling in the center of the Tai Chi Hall, A Bao listened quietly, but his hands, holding Xuanyuan Wu's head, were shaking a little.

She only felt that Xuanyuan Wu's blood, which had not yet dried, was stuck to the palm of her hand and could not be shaken off.

At this time, the old emperor looked at it for a long time, and finally confirmed that the head belonged to Xuanyuan Wu. The old emperor was finally able to put his heart at ease after worrying all night.

The old emperor breathed a sigh of relief. "Since all the Liangshan rebels have been killed, the first credit for this rebellion should go to you, my daughter."

Abao's hands were shaking more and more violently.

She remembered Xuanyuan Wu's bloody fingertips stroking the corner of her eye, and he smiled and said that he wanted to leave the credit of killing him to her.

At the same time, the old emperor praised repeatedly, "You have not only subdued those old Liangshan soldiers in Xipin Woku, but also eliminated the Liangshan rebels who pretended to be your fifth brother."

"You are brave and resourceful. You are worthy of being my good daughter."

The old emperor raised his hand to signal the commander of the imperial guards to take away Xuanyuan Wu's head, and then he looked at A Bao, whose face still had dried blood.

"You have made great contributions in suppressing the rebellion this time, and I will reward you handsomely."

As he spoke, the old emperor helped A Bao up and said sternly, "This time, the tribute envoys from the vassal states will be hosted by your East Palace."

The tribute ceremony from vassal states was a major national event, and she presided over it as the crown prince of the Eastern Palace and accepted the tribute from the envoys on behalf of the old emperor, which meant that her position as the crown prince was more stable.

This is a good thing.

A Bao lowered his eyes in silence and bowed respectfully, "Thank you, father, for your grace."

The old emperor suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Shenwu Camp? How did you mobilize it?"

Ah Bao suddenly perked up and pretended to be lost in memory. "Yesterday's situation was urgent. I was afraid that the rebels would succeed. I hurriedly remembered that General Zhang of the Shenwu Camp was on duty near Liangshan recently, so I sent someone to secretly contact General Zhang."

"General Zhang is loyal and concerned that the rebels' invasion of the palace would be detrimental to you, Father, so he immediately led the scouts of the Divine Martial Camp to help."

A Bao had already thought of a story, and it had no flaws.

The old emperor pondered it over and over again, but in the end he could not find anything unusual, so he could only leave it at that.

"That being the case..."

"Okay, if there's nothing else, go back to the palace and have a good rest."

The old emperor signaled Abao to step down.

A Bao understood, and bowed respectfully, then stood up silently and slowly walked out of the Tai Chi Hall.

The moment she turned to leave, A Bao saw that in the Tai Chi Hall, Pei Guichen and Gu Qijue's eyes were both on her.

Gu Qijue's gaze was like a sharp white blade, making her feel uneasy.

But Pei Guichen, who always pretended to be innocent and sincere, had an obscure look in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

A Bao turned around expressionlessly, stepped out of the threshold of the Tai Chi Hall, and never looked back.