Medical Doctor Travels Through Time to Train the Prince to Become a Wife-Controlled

Nan Manning glanced at those women. They were simply vulgar. Wouldn't it be better to go home and see beautiful women? Here they were all slutty bitches, not even disgusting enough.

He walked straight over and sat on the high seat. He smelled something and stood up like a spring. "What's that smell up there? It stinks."

He left directly and sat down in the lower seat, looking at the others around him, "Since all your officials are here, I will make it clear that the Northern Kingdom will be a vassal state of the Southern Kingdom from today on. General Qin Lanzhi will be stationed in the Northern Kingdom to appoint a regent and have the right to dismiss the emperor. Everything else remains the same."

He waved his hand, "Bring me a pot of tea."

Zhang Jun asked excitedly, "Is the Zhang family still the royal family? Can we still live in the palace?"

He didn't care who occupied the North Country, he only cared about whether the Zhang family could still be in charge and enjoy a good life in the future. He really couldn't bear the hardship, not to mention that he looked like he was about to die. It was hard to imagine how he would survive if he left here.

Nan Man Ning didn't even raise his eyes. "What the hell do you want? Zhang Sheng can be the emperor and live in the palace, but you all must get out. It's so filthy here. How can it be disgraceful."

She glanced at him with disdain, "How can you tell that you are a child of the royal family? Your body is not upright, and your heart is not upright either."

Zhang Sheng didn't expect that this position would fall to him. He wanted to refuse, but was stopped by Nan Man Ning.

"This position is not for you, nor is it for life. You will take it temporarily. After all, my son is not yet grown up. When he is thirteen years old, someone else will take over."

Zhang Sheng had a smile on his face, "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty. Zhang Sheng cannot help but be grateful."

Zhang Ben felt that his son was a fool. How could he agree to such a request? He was so angry that he died.

Seeing the servants bringing tea, the emperor threw a pill directly into the pot, "I'm sure you all must be thirsty. Drink some water. After all, there will be time to deal with things later."

Qin Lanzhi felt like he had a thunderbolt on his head. Why did the emperor let him garrison in the northern country? Could it be that he could see what he was thinking?

This petty-minded emperor is really unbearable to look at.

The situation in the Northern Kingdom is now like this, and the situation in the Eastern Kingdom is almost the same, except that their emperor was directly killed in the explosion.

The situation is in chaos now. Ao Rui's only two-year-old son has ascended the throne as emperor, and the regent is assisting in the administration.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it means using the emperor to control the princes.

When the Southern Kingdom's military camp fell into silence, it received a letter of surrender from the Eastern Kingdom, which expressed its willingness to become a vassal state of the Southern Kingdom and pay tribute every year.

General Zou really jumped up with joy, "We finally won this battle, we can breathe a sigh of relief."

The rest of the soldiers were also very happy, but most of them needed to report the matter to the court. After all, this was a big step forward for the Southern Kingdom.

Southern Palace

Nan Wenrui looked at the memorial in his hand, his eyes full of joy, "My dear ministers, my father said in the letter that he will return to Shengjing City soon, and that the North Country and the East Country have become our vassal states. We in the South Country have finally done it."

The retired emperor and the regent looked at each other and were about to cry. What they failed to do, the younger generations had already done. This is the power that the younger generations continue.

After Nan Wenrui left the court, he immediately ran to the Zijing Palace. When he reached the door, he became calm and bowed respectfully, "My son pays respect to the Queen Mother. I hope you are feeling better today. I have brought good news today."

Meng Zhenzhen opened her eyes and saw that it was the eldest brother coming over. She sat up and waved at him, "You are so happy today. What great joy did you encounter? Share it with mother."

Nan Wenrui sat on a small stool next to her and handed her a wet cloth to wipe her palms. "Mother, my father has sent a letter and will be back in a few days. The East and North countries have finally become part of the South."

She was also very happy in her heart. The stability of the three countries also indicated that the Southern Country needed to take on greater responsibilities.

He looked at the expression on his mother's face, which showed no joy, so he asked, "Mother, why do you look unhappy at all?"

She withdrew her thoughts and smiled softly, "Mother is not unhappy, but I feel that your burden will be heavier in the future. You are only six years old."

He is very open-minded now. When he grows up, he will delegate all the tasks to others. Anyway, he has many brothers and they can handle the work. He won't be exhausted at such a young age.

"Mother, don't worry, I can handle it. I have already thought of a solution."

She felt her eldest son's eyes rolling around, and she didn't know which of the three brothers had fallen into whose trap.

During these few days, the palace also received an unexpected news.

The eighth prince who had been guarding the imperial mausoleum died. Since he was exiled there to guard the imperial mausoleum, he was unwilling at first and wanted to escape, and even bribed people, and lived quite comfortably.

Until she had no money left, she stayed there obediently. The cold winter and hot summer ruined a good person. In addition, Concubine Wen passed away a few years ago, leaving her with no worries.

This incident did not cause any ripples in the heart of the emperor. He just sighed and ordered people to find a place to bury him.

Such a criminal is not allowed to enter the imperial mausoleum, otherwise the ancestors will jump out.

The emperor felt that after half of his life, he only had three sons and one daughter, and the rest were either dead or illegitimate. His life was really confusing.

It’s not like now, when growing vegetables, looking after children, writing and drawing are all pretty good. But I was too pessimistic at that time and wasted a lot of good time.

Nan Wenrui glanced at his mother and asked in confusion, "Mother, why doesn't this uncle live in the palace, but guards the imperial mausoleum instead?"

She did not choose to hide it, but directly told the truth, "This uncle did something wrong when he was young and frivolous, and was not forgiven by the emperor and the people, so he was demoted.

Wenrui, as a child of the royal family, you should always keep the common people in your heart from the moment you are born. Remember the saying that water can carry a boat but can also capsize it. "

Nan Wenrui pondered over his mother's words carefully and lost his focus.

Meng Zhenzhen did not disturb him, but sat beside him quietly waiting for him to figure out this sentence. There are always some roads that he has to walk personally.

He recovered after a quarter of an hour, and stared with wide eyes, "Mother, I understand. Isn't it that the common people are like water, and the royal family is like a boat? Only when both sides are balanced can they move forward steadily. Once the balance is lost, the royal family will definitely suffer."

She nodded and stroked his little head. "It's a rough statement, but it makes sense. You will understand it deeply in the future."

I originally wanted to discuss something with my eldest grandson, but I didn't expect to hear this conversation.

He was walking on the way back to the Qinzheng Hall. When he was an emperor, he had never been as patient as Zhenzhen to talk to a child about some profound principles. He was also partly responsible for the fact that the eighth child took that path.

Sigh and keep moving forward. Times have changed and it’s too late to say anything.