Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

Zhao Changlin put his fingers on his temple and looked at the ministers kneeling on the ground. It was the first time he realized that they were so united.

Whether it was memorials or what was said in the court, they all requested that he exercise the order of the Eastern Palace to mobilize troops from all over the country to defend the imperial city.

However, they no longer cared about the reasons why these people remained inactive.

As expected, when it comes to power, one must first save one's own life.

"Your Highness, the remaining followers of King Wen are already outside the city, and have begun to build ladders and attack the city!"

"I can't be depressed any longer!"

Half of the red-robed courtiers in the hall had already knelt down, holding their court tablets tightly in their hands.

"Your Highness, there is no need to hesitate any longer!"

"If we wait until Xu's army breaks through the city gate, the entire imperial city will be in danger!"

Each voice was louder than the last. Among them were those who truly cared about the imperial court, while others were just trying to take advantage of the situation and were afraid of death. It was just that at this moment, their goals were the same, so they helped each other.

"What's the hurry?"

Zhao Changlin leaned on the dragon throne and spoke in a provocative tone, which almost pissed off the ministers.

"Your Highness, this is a matter of life and death, how can it not be urgent?!"

"If we wait until the Xu family army attacks the city, not only will the imperial city be in danger, but the people of the entire Jinzhou city will also suffer. This is an unprovoked disaster, how tragic!"

Some fish have been hooked. Zhao Changlin glanced around and stopped at the minister who was rushing to the front and had the hottest temper.

stopped.

"Well, since you are so anxious, why don't we give you the responsibility of diplomacy and go meet with the commander of the Xu family army?"

The official who had just been speaking righteously was stunned, pursed his lips, his cheeks flushed, and he didn't know what to say.

"Your Highness... I have never been involved in a diplomatic position before - I am afraid that it will bring disgrace to the royal family."

Those who rush to the front are the most anxious and, of course, the most afraid of death.

His voice trembled a little when he answered, which made Zhao Changlin feel amused. He continued casually, "So what? The Xu family army has been staying in the barbarian territory of the border for many years. I guess they have never seen the elegance of the literati in Jinzhou City. It is just right for you to go."

This is really shooting oneself in the foot.

A mute who eats Coptis chinensis cannot express his suffering.

"Yes, Your Highness is right. Brother Zhou, you can go ahead!"

Another official immediately echoed what Zhao Changlin said. It was unclear whether he supported Zhao Changlin's decision or was glad that someone had finally taken on this tough job.

"This……"

He was about to refuse again, but when he looked around, he saw that all the civil and military officials in the court were staring at him, as if if he did not agree, he would be nailed to the pillar of shame and laughed at by his peers for the rest of his life.

"Wei Chen takes orders!"

Finally, he closed his eyes, bent down and saluted Zhao Changlin, and said as if he was ready to die.

As the saying goes, when two armies are fighting, they do not kill the envoys.

Although Xu's army had been bullied by barbarians before, their reputation for high moral character was still widely known among the people, so he had no choice but to take a gamble.

This is not only for the court officials, but also for his own family, wife, children and the elderly, so that they can live a much better life in the future.

……

Just after the court session ended, Zhao Changlin saw a man rushing in and walking past the ministers.

Di Ping was anxious. She no longer cared about etiquette. She knelt on the ground and said solemnly, "Your Highness, I apologize!"

Her voice was firm and powerful. Everyone could hear that Di Ping was no longer wearing the black armor of a shadow guard as usual. She was wearing casual clothes, and the light-colored clothes suited her very well.

She also looks a bit like a girl.

Not as majestic and murderous as before.

Without thinking, Zhao Changlin knew what Di Ping wanted to tell him.

"What is it? Please tell me slowly."

Zhao Changlin did not jump to conclusions, but waited for Di Ping to speak, her brows calm.

"Your Highness... Miss Zhiyuan is missing!"

"This is my fault. I didn't take good care of Miss Zhiyuan!"

"I beg Your Highness to punish me!"

Last night, she ordered someone to guard the Cining Palace for the first half of the night. When the person was off duty, she went to guard the second half of the night herself, and she found something wrong.

It was not until the morning that Di Ping stared at Chunni's busyness and finally realized where the abnormality came from. It turned out that Miss Zhiyuan was missing.

She was very quick-witted and immediately sent her men to thoroughly check all records of people entering and leaving the Cining Palace, but all came back empty-handed.

Di Ping did not dare to make too big a fuss about this matter, lest someone with ulterior motives find out, so he just quietly sent people to investigate. However, as the news came in one after another, no one in the palaces or courtyards had discovered Miss Zhiyuan's whereabouts.

Helplessly, she could only wait for His Highness to leave court and report the matter.

"I know about this. She told me before she left."

Zhao Changlin seemed very calm. She looked into Di Ping's eyes and spoke word by word.

"Look at you, you're so anxious. If you continue like this, I'll punish you."

Although they were clearly words of comfort, Di Ping felt a hint of worry in His Highness's eyes, a look that he could never fathom.

"Your Highness, do you really know about this?"

Di Ping stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do. But even if His Highness knew about this, why couldn't he find any records of it?

Logically speaking, as long as something exists, there will be some clues left behind. How could a living person just disappear out of thin air?

Could it be...is it really as the outside world says?

Miss Zhiyuan knows witchcraft?

She guessed in her heart but didn't dare to say it out loud. Di Ping was able to clearly distinguish between his responsibilities and right and wrong. Moreover, during the time they had spent together, Di Ping had great trust in Miss Zhiyuan's character.

Miss Zhiyuan will definitely not harm Your Highness.

"Why would I lie to you? Do you think I don't want her to stay? Don't I want her to stay safely in the Cining Palace?"

Zhao Changlin stood up. She seemed to be able to faintly hear the sounds of fighting outside the Golden Palace, outside the Imperial City, and on the wasteland.

A chess player must have pieces to give up, just like the soldiers in today's war who are used to tie up the main force of Xu's army.

Or maybe more, the villagers along the way.

But this was Zhao Changlin's best effort to minimize casualties, because she knew that she had to mobilize all the troops at her disposal to start a war in Jinzhou City.

What kind of hell will the people of the city face?

The sky was filled with flames and smoke.

Families were broken and rivers of blood flowed.

"Although I don't know what she is going to do, I know...she has her own plans. She won't be like others who just give in to the wind."

The sun rises, and today's sun is particularly scarlet, shining on the entire palace, making it difficult to tell whether it is the scene of birth or the afterglow of sunset.

"I believe her."