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

Hearing His Highness' stern words, Xia Zhiyuan smiled helplessly, walked to His Highness's side and squatted down.

"Zhiyuan, why didn't you realize that His Highness was such a rogue before?"

"If Your Highness becomes an emperor in the future, will it be the same?"

She turned from defense to offense, slowly spread out Zhao Changlin's palm, and wrote a word with her fingertips, stroke by stroke.

Zhao Changlin's original anger and bitterness disappeared at this moment, and he raised his eyes and looked at her.

"You know, no one has ever tried to persuade me when I was angry."

"You are the first one to be so bold?"

His thumb pressed on Xia Zhiyuan's fingers. Her hands were still a little cold, which made people feel pity for her.

Zhao Changlin originally wanted to pinch her, but became hesitant at this point. In the end, he just pressed her with his thumb to vent his anger.

But what she said was the promise she made to Xia Zhiyuan.

"If I succeed to the throne, I will definitely let Zhiyuan enter the court for an official career."

“Talent like this should not be buried.”

Your Highness never tells lies or tells falsehoods. Once he speaks, they become true.

Just like His Highness said that he would not pursue her and would not ask her how she managed to get the "divine soldiers from heaven", he really never asked again.

"Then Zhiyuan would like to thank His Highness for his appreciation of Zhiyuan."

"But what Zhiyuan is looking forward to more is that His Highness will ascend the throne as emperor tomorrow."

……

All the remaining followers of King Wen were killed, but the mastermind of this incident, Xu's army, became a topic of endless debate among the court ministers.

Some people advocate that traitors should be executed along with their entire clans, others argue that the battle front in the north is tense right now, with a shortage of soldiers and pay, and it would be a shame to see so many brave and skilled troops die at the hands of their own people, so it would be better to let them make up for their mistakes by fighting the barbarians a few times.

If you win, you can make amends for your crime.

But these are all stories for later. What has attracted the attention of the entire Jinzhou City now is the ascension of Princess Changyi to the throne.

Although this was not the first empress in history, she was the first since the founding of the Daliang Dynasty.

Therefore, people from all corners of the world were shocked.

Those who initially thought that King Wen would succeed in ascending the throne did not expect that the rebels, who had marched straight to Huanglong and were at the gates of the city with their high morale, would be guarded by a woman.

Like a turtle in a jar, the commander was captured, the army's morale was broken, and the generals were killed in battle.

However, His Highness did not use a single soldier, as if he had already anticipated the determination of Xu's army to attack the city. He deliberately let Xu's army cross the iron bridge and then broke the bridge.

Such a move would involve huge risks, and even experienced generals and commanders would not dare to implement it rashly.

The city wall defense line is indeed strong, but if the city gate is not defended, the city will be directly exposed to the enemy army.

It's no different from seeking one's own death.

But taking risky moves will inevitably lead to a great victory.

I can only say that His Highness is truly a man of extraordinary courage and insight!

However, there was one person in the court who was unhappy. He had a dark face and wished he could just throw away his official robe and go home.

This person was none other than the loyal and brave Marquis Lu Boshan, who was placed on the saddle by the commander of Xu's army a few days ago and treated as a "trophy" in a miserable state.

He has been the subject of much laughter in Jinzhou City these days. Unlike His Highness who was praised by everyone, Lu Boshan was scolded to death.

When he was stationed at the border, others would drink and praise the young hero for his loyalty and courage.

Now, after picking up the peanuts, all that is left is a useless fool, who was just protected by his ancestors.

Even a rooster would be better than him if he were to lead the battle.

Lu Boshan was so angry that his teeth were itching when he thought of this. These people who had never fought a war knew nothing about war.

If he had not been so careless and underestimated the enemy that day, and had been able to defeat the commander of the Xu family army by himself, then now, even someone as arrogant as Your Highness would have to treat him with military salute.

Is it the turn of these old guys to criticize him?

Thinking of this, Lu Boshan only heard the sound of drums beating in his ears, rising and falling continuously.

The dazzling sunlight fell on the ground. Zhao Changlin was wearing a dragon robe and walking slowly. Behind her was a continuous ceremonial guard.

No matter how reluctant he was, Lu Boshan had to follow the actions of the ministers and turn around to bow.

Looking at the sea of ​​red before them, all the ministers arrived, including the fifth-rank officials who had lived in the palace for some time.

During these days, Zhao Changlin has investigated almost all of their details and knows exactly what they want.

If one really wanted to count all these heroes, the only thing Zhao Changlin didn't know was what one person's wish was.

That person seemed to be able to predict everything, even his thoughts were the same as his own, they were in perfect sync with each other, and he helped him seize the country and the throne.

But Zhao Changlin never knew what she wanted. Was it just as she said, that she just didn't want to rely on her father and brothers to fight, didn't want to rely on getting married, didn't want to rely on her husband, to fight for her own world?

Zhiyuan, what do you want?

Why can't I see through you?

What do you mean by leaving?

Was it because of her poor health or some other reason? If it was because of her poor health, she would try every possible means, even if it meant searching day after day, year after year.

There is always a way.

Facing the rising sun, Zhao Changlin walked forward step by step with firm steps.

As long as you have the power, you can overcome all difficulties and challenges.

Everyone said that Xia Zhiyuan was proficient in witchcraft, and that he could appear and disappear without a trace, and was invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire.

Even Di Ping had reminded himself to be wary of Xia Zhiyuan's every move, as she was not an ordinary person.

But Zhao Changlin believed in her own judgment. She knew Zhiyuan would not harm her, and she would not trust the wrong person. Just like the heavy snow that day, Zhiyuan had done everything he promised her.

So is witchcraft really that important?

The royal families, especially the emperors, were all afraid that sorcerers would use witchcraft to kill them, or curse them, or shorten their lives.

But she is not afraid.

My life is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven, ghosts or gods.

The robe behind him was heavy. Zhao Changlin had only worn this dragon robe when trying it on. This was the first time he officially wore it.

Under the sun's rays, the golden thread shone brightly, like ripples on a lake. Her hair stood up high, and the pearl curtain on her head moved slightly.

Zhao Changlin was bathed in golden light, which was somewhat different from the bright red she usually wore. Such a prince really looked like the emperor.

No one dared to resist.

Ten thousand people surrendered.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

The dragon flags were blown one after another continuously. Xia Zhiyuan stood on the city wall, watching Zhao Changlin walk forward step by step, with the sound of the dragon flags still ringing in his ears.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

The mountains roared and the tsunami roared.

She placed her hand on the city wall, feeling the mottled traces of time. Looking at Zhao Changlin's figure, Xia Zhiyuan also whispered, "Long live the emperor."