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

Ever since the incident in Zhenzhou, Bian Xiaohan sent a letter from Western Xinjiang, asking Ning Rongzhang for permission so that he could lead his troops to conquer Zhenzhou.

Bian Xiaohan was a man who refused to admit defeat. After the situation in Shangjing was stabilized, he followed Ning Rongzhang's orders and took a part of the army back to Western Xinjiang to guard this important border road for him.

Zhenzhou is so close to the Western Frontier, and he has plenty of soldiers at his disposal. No matter what, he will not tolerate Prince Huai being so presumptuous.

Ning Rongzhang looked at the noisy letter and frowned slightly. "Strong suppression is indeed a solution, but in my opinion, it seems to be a bad strategy. Instead of using troops to attack the enemy's strategy, why don't you think of a better strategy?"

The Dali Dynasty is now just waiting for the new emperor to ascend the throne so that they can recuperate. If the war breaks out again, there may be twists and turns.

Wei Zheng frowned, "What do you think is Prince Huai's motive? In terms of military strength, how many state troops can a prince of a border county have? Why did he commit such a taboo before Zhang ascended the throne?"

No one answered.

Wei Zheng chuckled, suddenly breaking the silence in the meeting hall, "What do you think, is there such a possibility? Prince Huai wants to become the father-in-law of the emperor?"

Ning Rongzhang's face darkened. "What do you mean?"

"A Zhang, have you forgotten? When we were in Zhenzhou, Prince Huai had a pair of beautiful daughters. They said again and again that as long as you were willing to marry them, you could call upon the soldiers of Zhenzhou. They wanted to win you over. Who would have thought that you would be so ungrateful? Look, Prince Huai must have held a grudge against you."

"I have evidence in my hand that he is colluding with foreign enemies to trade iron ore, and he still dares to go against me?" Ning Rongzhang frowned, "Isn't he afraid that I will make his actions known to the world, revoke his hereditary title, and make him empty-handed?"

Ji Yuanzheng said, "That's true, but Prince Huai's forces have been entrenched in Zhenzhou for a long time. Even if the prince removes his title, the soldiers around him will not just sit there and do nothing."

The fear is that they will not surrender, but instead become bandits and bring disaster to the local people.

"I am willing to lead the troops to negotiate with Prince Huai."

Since they are unwilling to send troops, we can only negotiate.

In the Imperial Garden.

Ji Mengshu just watched Xue Ji leave, and a figure appeared behind him. "When did you come?"

Since there was no one around, Ning Rongzhang raised his hand and held her in his arms, saying in a muffled voice, "It will only take a moment."

After a moment of silence, Ji Mengshu gently pulled away and looked into his deep eyes with her clear and sharp eyes, "How is the discussion going?"

"Prince Huai is not a big deal, Ah Shu just needs to rest assured. However, this time it is General Ji who will go."

The woman lowered her eyes, as if she was slightly greedy for his embrace, and put her hand on his arm, saying, "When are we leaving?"

"tomorrow."

So urgent.

The military forces in Shangjing City cannot be moved, otherwise the aristocratic families hiding in Shangjing City will probably be ready to make a move.

Ji Yuan set out with two small groups of secret guards. In order not to arouse suspicion, Ji Mengshu did not even step out of the palace gate to see him off.

The black robe fell on his shoulders, stirring up the autumn atmosphere in the room. Ji Mengshu reached out to straighten his collar and said, "Brother, you must not disappear like before."

"Don't worry, Ah Shu. You must take good care of mother during the time I'm away from the capital. She sometimes misses me and is afraid that I will never come back like last time..." Before Ji Yuan could finish his words, someone covered his mouth.

"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? What I said before was just to deal with other people. Anyway, you can't be in any danger."

Ji Yuanzheng also laughed, "That's right. After all, the Western Frontier has sufficient troops. We are just going to Zhenzhou to scare Prince Huai."

At the palace gate, Wu Yanhe and Xue Ji got the news from somewhere and hurried over. They stood there with Ji Mengshu to see Ji Yuanzheng off.

The sun set, casting a golden glow on his figure.

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A few days later.

The woman was speechless, and looked up at her maid in disbelief, "What did you say? He actually went to Zhenzhou?"

The government has its own set of information. Even though they were far away in Li County, they still found out that Ji Yuan was leaving for Zhenzhou.

The maid said with some trepidation, "I heard that Prince Huai of Zhenzhou is up to something strange. He has been mobilizing his troops several times, and he even has the intention of going to the capital in a dangerous way."

The flower hairpin in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the beads were scattered all over the ground.

There was a temple in Li County that was quite popular. Taking advantage of the sunny weather, Wan Rong and her maid hurried to the temple.

The abbot of the temple was familiar with her mother. Every year, Wan's mother would donate some silver to the temple. When the abbot saw her coming, he clasped his hands together and asked, "What do you want, lady donor?"

Ever since she heard that Ji Yuanzheng went to Zhenzhou, she had been a little distracted. When she arrived at the temple, before she could recover and speak, Fang Zhang said, "Why not ask this poor monk to guess."

The abbot had a gray beard and looked very strong despite his age. He was wearing a yellow-brown robe and not far away was a golden pagoda. He really looked like a hermit.

"The female donor's steps were steady but flustered. She must have encountered something."

Wan Rong frowned slightly and said, "The abbot's guess is correct. I... I do have a friend who has been in danger many times before and is unable to escape now. Master Abbot, is there any amulet in this temple that can be used to pray for God's protection?"

"Why are you so anxious, donor? As the saying goes, good fortune comes naturally to those who are lucky. From what I've seen, I'm afraid that you and this friend are just not meant to be together..."

He does not mean that.

Wan Rong lowered her eyes and forced a smile, thinking of what he had said when he gave her money to go home when they were still in Ji's house, "Yes... our fate is a little shallow."

The abbot said "Amitabha" and said, "Donor, you are worried about something. If you don't mind, I can tell your friend's fortune. Do you know the date of birth of your friend?"

Wan Rong's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around and said to the maid, "Xiao Ruo, I'm going into the house to talk to the abbot. You wait outside now."

The abbot held up his coat with one hand and ushered the man into the inner chamber with the other. The maid Xiao Ruo stood outside the door with her head bowed.

Whether a girl is married or not, it feels a little awkward to write down the birth date and horoscope of another man, not to mention that he is not a blood relative.

But Wan Rong remembered.

Perhaps it was from her unexpected meeting with Ji Yuanzheng in the palace that her mind, which had been suppressed in the palace, began to waver slightly.

Later, by chance, she moved into Ji's mansion. He gave her peach blossom ink, and she gave him a painting in return. As they lived together in Ji's mansion, she saw him more often every day, and she actually felt a little bit of anticipation.