The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

Once the external factors are resolved, all that remains is to maintain internal stability.

Liu Jingshu's bright eyes curved into crescent shapes, with a faint smile hanging at the corners of her mouth.

It was as if he was the most cunning fox in spring, leisurely watching Zhu Ren and other old ministers performing their "inner drama" show.

She said nothing, but it seemed as if the air in the entire hall had frozen. Even the wind outside the window quietly took a detour, for fear of disturbing the subtle atmosphere.

"Tsk tsk, this silence is louder than the debate in the court. It's like a silent symphony!"

Liu Jingshu secretly complained in her heart, but still maintained that mysterious smile on her face.

It was as if to say, "You guys continue, and I'll just watch quietly."

On old man Zhu Ren's forehead, beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling like rain.

It makes people want to hand him a handkerchief and add a sentence: "Master, take it easy, the floor of our court is not waterproof."

While wiping the sweat off his face, he secretly glanced at Wen Yaner out of the corner of his eye.

The feeling in my heart is like eating a half-cooked candied haws, sour and astringent, with a hint of bitterness in the astringency.

As for Wen Yaner, she felt so aggrieved.

His face was as green as cloth just pulled out of the dyeing factory, his fists were clenched as hard as a blacksmith's hammer, but he didn't dare to fart.

She felt so regretful in her heart. If she had known earlier, she should not have competed with Princess Han in wits and courage. It was like an egg hitting a stone, and there was not even a sound.

Seeing this, old man Zhu Ren was very disappointed.

It's like taking a carefully cultivated potted plant and suddenly being told that it's actually a weed.

The heartbreak was even more intense than when his wife discovered his secret stash of money. He sighed secretly and thought, "Wen Yan'er failed at the critical moment. It seems that I can't count on her anymore."

Just when the atmosphere was tense enough to squeeze water out of it, Liu Jingshu finally spoke. Her voice was clear and pleasant, but with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"My dear ministers, now that the external threat has been eliminated, should we discuss how to 'pacify the country'?

We can't let Da Ling become the scene of the charades conference, right?"

This one sentence made all the ministers look at each other in bewilderment.

It was like being suddenly thrown into a seasoning jar, with all kinds of flavors, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty.

Liu Jingshu felt very proud when she saw that everyone was stunned by her words.

Like a cat that has stolen some fish, its tail is almost raised to the sky.

But she still maintained that gentle and virtuous look on her face and continued leisurely.

"My dear ministers, since we are all one family, let's speak frankly.

I won't beat around the bush. I think the throne is suitable for me. What do you think?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall was in an uproar.

The ministers looked at each other, their eyes widened as if they had seen something incredible.

Even old man Zhu Ren almost bit his tongue.

"Ahem...Princess, you are wrong. How can we take the throne lightly?"

Old man Zhu Ren had seen a lot of ups and downs after all, so he quickly adjusted his mood and began to try to persuade Liu Jingshu.

"Oh? Can't we treat it as a joke? Then may I ask Lord Zhu, if the throne is given to those incompetent people, wouldn't it be even more of a joke?"

Liu Jingshu smiled slightly and refuted so sharply that old man Zhu Ren was choked and speechless for a long time.

At this time, Wen Yaner finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She stood up suddenly and glared at Liu Jingshu.

"Liu Jingshu, don't be so arrogant! This throne is something that has been passed down from generation to generation in our Ling family. How can it fall into your hands?"

"Oh, the Ling family has been passing it down from generation to generation? Then may I ask Queen Wen, how did you come to this point? Didn't you snatch it from someone else?"

Liu Jingshu showed no sign of weakness and directly interrogated Wen Yaner with a soul-searching question, leaving her speechless.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense, as if a war could break out at any time.

But at this moment, Liu Jingshu suddenly changed the subject.

"But we are all civilized people. Fighting and killing is boring. How about we make a gentleman's agreement and compete fairly?"

"Fair competition? How fair is that?"

When old man Zhu Ren heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw the dawn of hope.

"It's very simple. Let's compete in three rounds, namely literary talent, martial arts and wisdom. Whoever wins will get the throne. How do you say that?"

Liu Jingshu stood in the hall with confidence, her bright eyes sparkling with self-confidence.

It was as if he was saying, "Hey, all the ministers, look, I'm determined to take the throne!"

Her confident look made the ministers feel uneasy.

"Oh my god, this Princess Han is serious!"

A minister muttered quietly, and for fear of being heard by Liu Jingshu, he quickly covered his mouth.

The ministers looked at each other, feeling very conflicted.

Since ancient times, the throne has been inherited by men. How could a woman become an emperor?

This is simply a change of dynasty and a hen crowing at dawn!

In their hearts, they were unwilling a hundred or a thousand times.

"But...but they are holding our lives in their hands now!"

Another minister whispered, with a hint of helplessness and fear in his voice.

When the ministers heard this, they all nodded in agreement.

Yes, Liu Jingshu holds great power now. How can they, who are just weaklings, dare to confront her head-on?

"Humph, I think this Princess Han did this on purpose, she wants us to push her to the top!"

Old man Zhu Ren snorted coldly, his face full of dissatisfaction and helplessness.

"That's right, she clearly wants to be the empress!"

Wen Yan'er couldn't help but mutter softly, with a hint of sourness in her voice.

Seeing that the ministers were hesitant, Liu Jingshu curled up a mysterious smile.

She was so proud in her heart, like a fox that stole a chicken, her tail almost reaching to the sky.

But she still maintained that gentle and virtuous look on her face.

"My dear ministers, you don't have to worry too much. Although I am a woman, I also have great ambitions.

As long as you assist me well, I promise to let you all be promoted to high positions and enjoy wealth and glory!"

When the ministers heard this, they were shaken.

Although what Liu Jingshu said was a bit exaggerated, who doesn’t want to get promoted and make money?

Besides, since she has said so, if they still don’t agree, wouldn’t it seem that they are too tactless?

"Ahem...Princess, you are wrong. As subjects, we should be loyal to our country and go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Old man Zhu Ren stood up with a serious face, as if he was taking an oath.

However, his next words made the atmosphere in the hall suddenly become subtle.

"But, Princess Han, we need to first ask Prince Han what he means by you becoming the emperor.

After all, he is your husband, and he has a share of this kingdom."

Old man Zhu Ren changed the subject and a sly smile appeared on his face.

The smile seemed to say: "Hey, don't try to hide it from the world."

When the other ministers heard this, they all nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, Lord Zhu is right! As long as the princess can let us live a good life and let us eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks every day, we are naturally willing to follow the princess! But what about Prince Han? After all, he is your husband, and this matter must be explained."

In the hall, all the ministers looked at Liu Jingshu.

There was both anticipation and curiosity in his eyes, as if he was waiting to see how she would answer the question.