Traveling through troubled times: Princess disguises herself as a man and becomes a soldier to earn

He Sa also loves to kill someone with a borrowed knife. Oh, it's a good opportunity to stay and wait for them to return. It won't be too late to watch the show before leaving.

The two raised their glasses and said, "I feel that I get along very well with you, Lord Xiang. We should have more contact in the future. What do you think? If you have the opportunity in the future, you should go to the barbarians. There are vast grasslands there, which are extremely beautiful."

Xue Huairen hummed: "Okay, if there is a chance, I will go."

Suddenly, he remembered something and looked at Saye and asked, "Lord Saye, do you know whether the eldest princess who went to marry the barbarians disappeared or was taken away by you..."

Sa Ye's eyes flickered, and he came closer and lowered his voice: "The Prime Minister and I get along well, so I won't hide this from you. He is already dead and thrown into the grave. There is no way he is alive."

"Okay, I feel relieved now."

"Haha, you will be in a high position in the future. If your Majesty is gone, it will be difficult for the Crown Prince to ascend the throne with his frail body. Your grandson has the best hope."

Xue Huairen's eyes flickered, and he said hypocritically: "My Lord, please be careful with your words. You must not say such things. If they are spread out, it will be a serious crime punishable by beheading."

Sa didn't comment, but smiled and said, "This is something that only you and I know about, no one else will know about it."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

*

Northern Wasteland City

There was dead silence in the general's mansion. After reading the news from the spy, everyone remained silent, with disappointment in their eyes.

[Marshal Mo Qian, of whom six sons died in battle, leaving only one son, Mo Zhuo, who had three sons. The eldest son, Mo Jue, was stationed in the general's mansion in the capital. His son, Mo Lin, was the most reckless. The third son, Mo Yuan]

Mo Lin was so angry that his eyes turned red: "Grandfather, Dad, is His Majesty old and confused? We are obviously the victorious country, why should we cede the city? It's simply spineless."

"They were defeated in the war, but they still got ten cities. It's a great shame. In this case, our general's mansion has lost so many people. It's just a joke."

Mo Qian glanced at him with his tiger eyes, and his aura was overwhelming. Seeing him lower his head and keep silent, he sighed, "Shut up, how can you be so rebellious? If you return to the capital like this, you will only get into trouble if you can't control your mouth. It's better for you to stay here."

"Your Majesty's considerations have their own reasons. Qi State really can't afford to fight now."

"If we give the barbarians nothing, they will sign a peace treaty and continue to fight. When the two countries are completely exhausted, other countries will also intervene, and Qi will surely perish."

"Now at least there is a glimmer of hope. We can recuperate and become stronger within ten years."

Mo Lin muttered unconvincedly, "But we have the Silver Moon Sword. Even if we fight for another two years, other countries will not dare to come. It is better to defeat the barbarians directly."

Mo Yuan shook his head: "Second brother, you can be quiet now. Your brain is not capable of thinking about such complicated things."

"Third brother, what do you mean? Although I am not as smart as you, I am also the son of my parents. How can you not think it through? You clearly look down on me."

"Grandfather, Dad, look at my third brother, why do you talk like that?"

Mo Zhuo glanced at his second son who was strong in body but not very smart, and the corner of his mouth twitched. It was all his fault in the beginning. He shouldn't have had sex with his wife after drinking. Look at the second son, he is simply stupid.

"…Second brother, if you want to go back to the capital, then just stay quiet and be mute. Don't speak, or your grandfather will be unable to help but beat you. The same goes for your father, me."

"It's hard to bear it. Don't force us to do anything to you."

When Mo Lin heard their words, he pursed his lips and huddled in a corner with a wronged look on his face. His muscular body and those sad eyes looked incongruous no matter how you looked at him.

Mo Qian stroked his white beard and said quietly, "You must be careful when you go to the capital this time. His Majesty has been wary of the General's Mansion for a long time. You must keep a low profile and don't let anyone catch you."

"Sixth Brother, you must keep an eye on your second son. Don't go out too much. Also, listen to Jue'er more. He has a good brain."

"Uh, Dad, I know, don't worry."

"I'll leave the Northern Wasteland to Dad. We'll go back to the capital to reward the troops according to their merits. But as for the military power, if His Majesty wants it, we have to decide whether to give it or not. Once we give it away, we'll be at the mercy of others."

Mo Qian looked outside with cloudy eyes, with a bitter smile on his face: "Hand me over. If the king wants me to die, I have to die. If I don't hand me over, His Majesty will kill me. How can the General's Mansion resist?"

Mo Zhuo looked worried when he heard this: "Ah, I hope Your Majesty can be kind and not kill everyone in the General's Mansion."

"When you go to the capital, after you have awarded your merits, do not hesitate to hand over your military power. This way, His Majesty will value the General's Mansion more."

"If we don't fight anymore, the military power in the hands of the ministers will become a thorn in the emperor's side. We must not keep it. Keeping it will only bring disaster."

Mo Qian's eyes fell on the sword and he remembered something: "Yuan'er, His Majesty will probably want the Silver Moon Sword, do you have any plans?"

Mo Yuan thought for a moment and said slowly, "My grandson didn't come up with the Silver Moon Blade. It was one of my lieutenants, the one who saved my grandson last time. He led his men out to refine it."

"If your majesty wants, he will definitely keep Wang Xiaosan by his side. This matter cannot be concealed. Your majesty also has spies in the army. Your majesty is well aware of the power of the Silver Moon Sword."

"He will find a way to win over such a talent."

Mo Yuan said slowly: "Grandfather, I understand what you mean. However, the General's Mansion cannot take credit for this achievement. It originally belonged to Wang Xiaosan. If it can catch the eye of His Majesty, it would be a good thing."

"Besides, the military achievements of the General's Mansion are enough to make His Majesty feel threatened. The lower the profile, the better."

Mo Qian nodded: "You have many capable people under you, so this is good. Wang Xiaosan is indeed a talent. If His Majesty takes him seriously, it won't be a problem for him to rise to prominence in the future."

"The most important thing is that he is not the prime minister's man. If the general's mansion is in trouble in the future, it would be good if he could say a word. You should be nicer to him."

After talking about some other things, they went back and started packing up, preparing to return to the capital.

Three days later, the Mohist army marched towards the capital city in a mighty force.

Jiang Li felt a bit bored on the way, so he went to chat with someone. After finding out some things, he became very angry.

"Si An, tell me again, the reason we don't fight is because of something given by the court? Ten cities, right?"

Si An nodded: "Yes, the court issued a notice, and it's available in the town. Don't you know? That's right, you don't seem to be able to read very well, so I'll tell you in detail."

Jiang Li waved his hands, his eyes dimmed: "No, don't go into details, or I will be so angry that I want to kill someone."