The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

Spring March

It's a good time when grass is growing and birds are flying.

Ning Rongzhang looked worried and kept drinking cup after cup.

The ladies of each family wanted to talk but stopped themselves. Among the noble families, maybe it was the son of some family, or maybe it was the brother of some young lady, and they were all in the hands of the Regent.

On the day of the mutiny in the hunting ground, Ning Rongzhang captured many children of noble families, and now they are all under his control.

One is to control those noble families, and the other is to make them afraid. The choice is left to them to decide whether to take desperate measures or to wait and see.

At the banquet, someone could not hold back and stood up to salute, saying, "Your Highness... I wonder what my son did wrong to make Your Highness so angry that he could not even see you these days... It's not that I want an explanation, but the school in the capital is about to open, and I have to send my disappointing son to school."

She asked the question in a tactful way, but everyone present was a smart person. More than half of them had sons in the hands of Ning Rongzhang, and when someone brought up the topic, everyone followed suit.

Their husbands might not be able to speak up in the court, but they were all women, and if they said something wrong, Ning Rongzhang would definitely not make it too difficult for them given his personality.

Ning Rongzhang raised his eyes slightly and said, "Ladies, rest assured, all the young masters are concentrating on learning martial arts on Xiangzhu Mountain... As you know, I was born in the frontier and fought many battles in my early years. I felt that the Dali Dynasty was short of military generals. When I returned to Kyoto that day, I saw that the good men in Kyoto were all good at horse racing and archery, and they were very brave. In my opinion, it won't be long before our Dali Dynasty will have many talented generals."

What kind of martial arts genius is this? How could they not know what kind of personality their own son has? It's fine if this is just to fool others, but it can't really fool them all.

But this statement cannot be refuted. The shortage of generals in the Dali Dynasty has not been a day or two. If there is really someone in the aristocratic family who can do this job, it will be a blessing for the Dali Dynasty.

Since their family enjoys preferential treatment that others do not have, they naturally cannot shirk such matters.

The lady bowed her head and said yes.

Ji Mengshu and Wan Rong sat together, looking at the cloudy sky and dozing off with their chins propped up.

Wan Rong gently pushed her and whispered, "Why have you been sleeping more and more these days? Now we are at the palace banquet..."

Ji Mengshu narrowed his eyes and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, the emperor is not Ning Huaixuan at this time. The regent is a noble person and will not dwell on such a trivial matter."

Wan Rong stood very straight, just like he had been in the palace in the previous years, being extremely cautious in everything he did, fearing that one wrong step would lead to a disastrous end.

Hearing her say this, I looked around and luckily everyone nearby was enjoying the music and dance, so no one heard them talking.

Wan Rong lowered his body, half-embraced Ji Mengshu, who was sitting casually, and whispered to her, "You can't just call the late emperor by his name..."

Ning Huaixuan? She had long been accustomed to calling him that.

Ji Mengshu turned her head away and didn't answer. Instead, she brought up another topic, "Sister Wan, what kind of man do you like?"

The topic was so abrupt that Wan Rong almost didn't react. His face turned red. "What nonsense are you talking about, you silly girl?"

Ji Mengshu smiled, got up from her arms and sat up straight, "Tell me, there are so many good guys in Kyoto, there are all kinds of them..." She wanted to test him, and asked with a smile, "The scholar who came to talk to me just now... He looks so elegant, do you like him? Hmm?"

She was the kind of person who would ask questions without stopping. Wan Rong looked around, "Stop talking nonsense..." But he couldn't stand her repeated questioning, so he could only say, "Although you are well-read, you look weak..."

"So, sister doesn't like it anymore?"

Wan Rong saw that no one was paying attention to them, so she nodded. She really didn't like those who were too weak. Although she was well-read and used to being in the company of flowers and moonlight, she really didn't feel safe.

She prefers military commanders to literati.

Ji Mengshu understood. Wan Rong was drinking tea to calm down when she suddenly heard her say, "So, Sister Wan likes my brother's type."

The tea was stuck in the throat and I couldn't swallow it. I was choking and coughing out a mouthful of tea without paying attention.

"Cough-cough-"

In a flurry of activity, she knocked over the wine vessel on the table, spilling the wine all over the floor and wetting the hems of their skirts. Wan Rong really didn't expect her to say it so bluntly. She coughed twice and then said anxiously, "If you are talking nonsense, I won't follow you next time."

Fortunately, the singing and dancing concealed the incident, so no one noticed it except the people around who tilted their heads to glance.

"It's all my fault. My sister's skirt got wet. It's not good to wear wet clothes in spring." Ji Mengshu pulled people away from the banquet and called two palace maids to lead the way to change clothes.

Along the way, Ji Mengshu kept praising his brother's merits, "My brother... In his early years, he stayed in the border counties to protect the safety of the people there... It was precisely because of this that I didn't see my brother for many years. Only at the end of the year would he come back to stay for a few days."

"But now it's good. The border is stable, the soldiers on the border can maintain stability there, and my brother can stay with me in Kyoto..." She couldn't hide the smile on her face, which made Wan Rong feel sad.

"Master Ji is indeed a rare loyal man. With a family like the Ji family, Master Ji was the prime minister of our dynasty. Even if Master Ji does nothing, he is still a well-known young master of a noble family in Kyoto. Why would he have to stand alone in the frontier in the frost and cold?"

Ji Mengshu pondered for a moment and decided to tell Wan Rong what her brother had said to her, "My brother said that it is their responsibility to keep the people a stable light."

Suddenly, he imagined Ji Yuanzheng saying this seriously, and Wan Rong sighed, "Your brother is really a good person."

"Has Sister Wan delivered the thank-you gift to brother?" Ji Mengshu asked with a wink of her eyes, which made Wan Rong stunned again.

"I... although I have finished the painting, I always feel that the thank-you gift is a little meager. The peach blossom ink is priceless, and I only use this ink to paint one picture. Isn't it... a little too little?" After all, her calligraphy is not a priceless item.

Ji Mengshu sighed and said, "Although my brother is good at wielding swords and guns, he is also a scholar with profound attainments. Moreover, my brother has praised your calligraphy before. If Sister Wan can give him her calligraphy, my brother will definitely be happy. Besides, we are all familiar with each other, so why should we be particular about the importance of gifts when giving or receiving gifts?"