She loses if she divorces, the reborn mistress only divorces her husband

Jiang Micheng closed the study door and walked around the porcelain fragments on the ground.

Chu Tingjue was sitting on a chair behind the desk, looking depressed.

"Your Highness, please don't get yourself hurt by being angry. Chu Tingyu..."

As soon as he mentioned Chu Tingyu, Chu Tingjue exploded.

"Do you know what the emperor said at the morning court today?"

He roared, "He said 'Prince Jing is like Emperor Gaozu and has the ability to found a dynasty and establish a country'! What does he mean? Huh?!"

Chu Tingjue's eyes were red, and he laughed in anger, "Isn't it just that Chu Tingyu should wear the yellow robe and become the next emperor? I, Chu Tingjue, am nothing!"

"Your Majesty, be careful with your words!" Jiang Micheng reminded him hastily, "Even though we are in the palace, you can't say that. It would be bad if someone with ulterior motives heard it."

Chu Tingjue slammed the desk hard, "So what if he heard it? Anyway, the emperor only has Chu Tingyu as his son, so what does I, the eldest son, count for?!"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty." Jiang Micheng took two steps forward, bent down, and reminded quietly, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten that we still have two important chess pieces in our hands?"

Hearing this, Chu Tingyu raised his eyelids, the anger in his eyes slowly dissipated, and then turned into viciousness.

"You are right. The king is so angry that he is confused. Go and make arrangements now and have him start moving immediately."

“If Chu Tingyu wins two more battles and pacifies the northwest, even if the emperor doesn’t mention it, the opportunists in the court will ask for Chu Tingyu to be crowned the crown prince. We must not let Chu Tingyu win again!”

"Yes, I understand."

Jiang Micheng took the order and left immediately to do his work.

Chu Tingjue still sat there without moving, thinking about the past.

He and the eldest prince were both born to the late queen, and his elder brother had been trained as the crown prince since childhood.

Although they are brothers from the same mother, the emperor has an average relationship with his elder brother, but he has a close relationship with Chu Tingyu, as if they are real brothers.

However, he had no intention of competing for the throne at that time. After all, his elder brother was the eldest son and was highly regarded by his father.

But seven years ago, the emperor's brother was seriously injured on the battlefield in the northwest and eventually died.

He, the second prince, became the de facto eldest son.

He thought it was finally his turn to shine, but his father was partial to him and directly bypassed him and placed high hopes on Chu Tingyu.

How could he swallow this? !

Chu Tingyu has spent most of his time in the northwest in recent years and has been extremely low-key in his daily actions, so he couldn't find an opportunity to take action.

However, the chess pieces he had laid in an ambush in the northwest four years ago could finally be put to use.

As long as he can sit on the throne, he doesn't care about any sacrifices.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the study door, and Song Qingyan's voice was heard.

"Your Majesty, I am here to bring you some ginseng soup."

Chu Tingjue wanted to let her go, but thinking of the recent overthrow of several officials who secretly supported Chu Tingyu, he changed the subject and said, "Come in."

On the wedding night, Song Qingyan provided him with information about these people.

He asked someone to verify secretly, and sure enough, the information was correct, so he ordered people to expose their handles and eliminate them, thus reducing the power of Chu Tingyu's faction.

Song Qingyan walked into the study, ignoring the situation in the room, walked to Chu Tingjue with a tray, and then poured a small bowl from the soup bowl.

"Your Majesty, I specially asked the kitchen to make ginseng soup today. It is the most suitable for drinking in winter. Please try it."

"Leave it there." Chu Tingjue had no appetite.

Song Qingyan put down the soup bowl, smiled slightly, and said considerately, "Your Majesty, don't worry."

"Do you know what is troubling me?"

"Although I am in the palace, I have heard that the war in the northwest is going well. The emperor has rewarded Chu Tingyu generously. Even the Zhenyuan General's Mansion has been promoted. Li Jingwan has been named a princess."

When talking about Li Jingwan being banned, Song Qingyan's tone became heavier.

Not only did Li Jingwan not die, but she was instead conferred the title of princess.

She was glad that she had made a deal with Duan Wucheng and wiped out Wutou, and she was successfully married into the Ning Wang Mansion.

Otherwise, with Li Jingwan's current identity, if she were found, she would have no way out.

Chu Tingjue heard the dissatisfaction in her words, "Do you think Li Jingwan is unworthy? I heard that she prepared food in advance and gave Chu Tingyu advice."

"Your Highness, do you really believe that Li Jingwan, a woman in the harem, can have such great abilities?" Song Qingyan laughed sarcastically.

"Chu Tingyu did this just to win over the Li family. Although Li Beiwang is dead, the Li family and the people promoted by Li Beiwang have considerable influence in the Northwest Army."

"The current Northwest Army General Lu Fa is Li Beiwang's subordinate."

"In any case, Chu Tingyu has the upper hand now." Chu Tingjue looked at him with scrutiny, "Don't you believe it?"

"Your Majesty, I know you are worried." She walked behind Chu Tingjue and stretched out her hand to massage his temple. "But temporary gains and losses do not represent the final outcome."

"Although Chu Tingyu has the upper hand now, who knows what will happen in the future?" Her soft voice was like the song of a siren, and the fragrance on her body made Chu Tingjue feel charming and refreshed.

She slowly bent down and whispered in Chu Tingjue's ear, "I believe that you are the destined prince charming..."

Chu Tingjue turned his head and looked at the charming look on her face, and suddenly felt his body getting hot.

So he reached out and pulled Song Qingyan into his arms, with a playful smile on his lips.

"I love to hear what the princess says."

"Thank you, Your Majesty... No..." Song Qingyan leaned forward, pressed her lips against Chu Tingjue's, and whispered, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Chu Tingjue's eyes darkened, he picked her up and carried her sideways, and walked to the soft couch behind the study.

Song Qingyan hooked her arms around his neck, her face shy, and she lowered her eyes to hide the triumph in her eyes.

It seemed that Chu Tingjue had finally let down his guard against her.

Of course, the incense she bought at a high price for the room was indeed useful.

-

Tacheng, the northwest camp.

The imperial team delivering grain and fodder finally arrived, and the soldiers were busy moving goods into the granary.

Although the weather was cold, Chu Tingyu and Lu Fa stood aside and watched.

Luva stared at the soldiers coming in and out, with a relieved expression on his face.

"With this batch of food and fodder, plus the additional food and fodder from the emperor, we can last for two months. Brothers, you are full and have the strength to fight. As long as the Western Rong barbarians dare to come, we will continue to beat them to a pulp."

"Even if Xirong wants to prolong the battle and use the whole country's strength to fight us for a year, I am not worried."

"No, they can't afford to waste time." Chu Tingyu shook his head, "In two months at most, Xirong will definitely negotiate with Sheng Dynasty."

"Although the Xirong are not weak, they are a nomadic people. They have a hard time living in winter and have to rely on plundering surrounding tribes and small countries for a living."

"They have suffered three consecutive defeats, especially the third one, which caused heavy casualties. They have consumed a lot of resources. They can launch three more large-scale attacks at most. If they still cannot win, even if Yeqilu wants to fight, the Xirong people will not be willing to do so."

A soldier passed by and saluted them. Luva patted him on the back and asked, "How many times do you think we need to win the battle, Your Majesty?"