After so many years of confrontation with the northern grasslands, Dashang has invested so much money and food in the border areas that Dashang's national strength has been stagnant.
Now not only do we no longer need to invest a lot of manpower and material resources in northern Xinjiang, but we can also collect taxes from the western regions and grasslands.
Although these two places are barren, they are good places for producing war horses.
With the supply of war horses, Dashang could build a large number of cavalry in a very short period of time, increasing their combat effectiveness several times.
A group of old Chens stood there like quails, with their heads drooped, not daring to say a word. Murong Tong even knelt there with eyes full of disbelief.
"It must be fake!" Murong Tong suddenly stood up and walked to Bai Hua.
"Young man, some of your words are not nonsense. We in Dachang have so many experienced generals who have spent so many years without solving the border troubles. How could you possibly calm everything down in such a short period of time? What do you think the most?
It's better to tell the truth, otherwise, the crime of deceiving the emperor will lead to the death of the nine tribes."
Bai Hua, who was neither humble nor overbearing, lifted up a box he had with him and opened it on the spot.
"Your Majesty, what is contained here is an arm of King Hunxie of the Xiongnu and some of his belongings, as well as the royal seal of the Xiongnu and the seals of officials at all levels of the Xiongnu royal court!"
Murong Tong completely became honest.
As the oldest member of the Dashang royal family, he had naturally met King Hunxie. The unique tattoo on his arm was unique to the Xiongnu royal family.
"Old Master, what else do you have to say?"
Although Murong Bing's tone softened, the anger in his heart did not weaken at all.
Murong Tong's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he was a little unsteady on the crutch in his hand.
"This is impossible. That boy is just a eunuch. How can he have such ability?"
Murong Bing's mood suddenly fluctuated violently. This old guy, the man who slandered her in front of everyone in the court, really deserved to die!
Forced to hold back the anger in his heart, Murong Bing suddenly laughed.
"Who said Zhao Rui is a eunuch! It's just that his identity cannot be made public, so he has to pretend to be a eunuch and accompany me. Since the old master asked about it today, I don't have to hide it!"
After saying this, Murong Bing raised her hand towards Bai Hua.
"General Bai, tell them, who is Zhao Rui?"
Bai Hua immediately stood up and glanced at all the civil and military officials present.
"Master Zhao is the only prince left behind by the former Northern Zhao royal family! He is also the designated heir to Liang Tianzuo, King Jingtian of Dongliang who disappeared sixty years ago, and the legitimate lord of Dongliang."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned.
Sixty years ago, the Northern Zhao royal family and the Dongliang Kingdom had a very close relationship with the Great Shang.
Whenever the great merchants were in danger, these two vassal states would send troops to help. Although they were far apart, they were always duty-bound.
Zhao Rui happened to have relations with these two vassal states at the same time.
It's a pity that the current Northern Zhao and Dongliang Kingdoms are no longer what they used to be, otherwise Zhao Rui's status would be a little more respected.
Murong Bing stood up very proudly. She was finally able to let her man appear openly and openly in the Great Shang court.