Huan Ci shook his head in panic, and then realized that there was no movement around him.
She raised her head in confusion, and happened to look at Fu Shen. The man was staring at her coldly, the corners of his mouth tightened.
She hurriedly turned her gaze to Zong Zhengche aside, only to see that the other party was also looking at her curiously.
She cleared her throat and said casually: "Master Fu is really a talented person with outstanding appearance. No wonder His Majesty likes him so much."
As soon as she finished speaking, Huan Ci regretted it. Her words were somewhat ambiguous.
The atmosphere instantly cooled down, but Zong Zhengche didn't seem to notice it. While leading Huan Ci into the palace, he responded: "Fu Shaoqing is indeed born with a good skin. You don't know how many people wrote poems and joked about it."
Where is he?"
Huan Ci nodded with a fake smile and quickly changed the topic.
Fu Shenzheng followed the two of them not too far away, not too close to them, and it was inevitable that she would be followed like a ray of light on their backs.
"You look so bad." Zong Zhengche suddenly changed his subject and looked at her with concern.
"Maybe it's too cold," Huan Ci said casually.
As soon as she finished speaking, a hand stove was thrust into her hand.
"The snow is melting today, so it must be very cold. The princess is a woman, so she should take better care of herself."
Huan Ci was at a loss: "How can this be done? It's absolutely impossible. How can I use your things?"
"Why not?" Zong Zhengche smiled brightly, "You and I are old acquaintances, you don't have to be so polite."
"Then respect is worse than obeying orders."
Huan Ci smiled like a flower, and Zong Zheng was stunned for a moment.
The two looked at each other for a moment and then continued walking forward, completely unaware of the cold gaze of the man behind them.
Soon after, the three finally arrived at the place where they would go to court.
Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, Zong Zhengyuan arrived late, but the courtiers were not surprised and seemed to have expected it.
After everyone got up, they began to perform large and small things.
Huan Ci stood at the front, feeling drowsy as he listened.
"Princess Ding'an, please tell me about the war situation in Yunzhou."
Suddenly hearing her name, she suddenly woke up.
At that moment, everyone looked at her, and Huan Ci cleared his throat and spoke the words he had prepared.
"How many people do you think I should send to Daizhou?"
Zong Zhengyuan glanced at the silent courtiers below the steps and was the first to speak to break the silence.
"I think fifty thousand is necessary."
A man in rich clothes standing next to Zong Zhengche said in a deep voice.
Taking a peek at this stranger, Huan Ci secretly sweated.
She had discussed with her father that 50,000 yuan was already the worst case scenario.
Now that someone spoke, everyone started discussing it.
Zong Zhengyuan looked at the ministers below who were having a heated discussion, his expression became more and more solemn.
"Why doesn't Fu Shaoqing say anything? Do you have any opinion on this matter?"
"Wei Chen thinks that twenty thousand is enough." Fu Shen stood up calmly and said loudly.
Twenty thousand? This is too little.
Just as Huan Ci was about to refute him, Zong Zhengche already spoke: "Your Majesty, I believe that at least 30,000 troops are needed."
"Your Highness, the garrison in the capital is already insufficient. Now we are stretched thin to send troops. Twenty thousand is enough." Fu Shen said seriously.
"Fu Shaoqing is a civil servant and does not know what happened on the battlefield. Before setting off, King Dingyuan told me that at least 50,000 yuan would be needed." Huan Ci glanced at Fu Shen angrily.
"I heard that King Dingyuan used his troops like a god and rarely suffered defeat. Besides, there are already a large number of troops stationed in the northwest. How can the court afford to send another 50,000 troops there now?"
"Fu Shaoqing's words are wrong. Once Daizhou is lost, the capital will also be in danger. It is better to send more troops to fight quickly than to waste all the time."
"Who in the world doesn't know that King Dingyuan is very ambitious. If we give him another 50,000 troops, wouldn't it put the imperial court in danger?"
"You——" Huan Ci was speechless for a moment.
Fu Shen probably said this on behalf of Zong Zhengyuan, using his words to remind the ministers in the court.
Sure enough, the hall fell into silence for a moment.
Just when everyone was silent, Zong Zhengche suddenly stood up.
"Your Majesty, I request you to bring 50,000 troops to Daizhou to help King Dingyuan repel the enemy."
"No." An old general immediately stood up and objected, "Your Highness, you are my crown prince of Darong and the only son of the late emperor, how can you go to the battlefield?"
"General Lin is absolutely right. Your Highness, please think again."
"Your Highness, please think twice!"
Looking at the ministers kneeling down one after another in the palace, Huan Ci secretly glanced at the man on the dragon chair.
These ministers who pay great attention to bloodline may have caused him a lot of troubles on weekdays. Now it seems that Zong Zhengche's position as the crown prince is not so easy to grab.
The ministers knelt for most of the time, and there was almost no sound in the hall.
Huan Ci turned his attention to Zong Zhengche, wondering how he would respond, but unexpectedly Zong Zhengyuan spoke first.
"Che'er, what everyone said is absolutely true. You are my crown prince, Darong, and you cannot leave the capital easily."
"Wei Chen is willing to lead troops to Daizhou."
A man in his forties suddenly appeared.
"General Mo is indeed the most suitable candidate."
Everyone started discussing it.
Huan Ci looked back curiously at the man named Mo.
As far as she knew, there was a military general named Mo in Beijing who was about the same age as him, so this man was the slightly famous Modi.
The ministers in the DPRK debated for a long time, and finally decided that Modi would be the main general and lead 30,000 troops. They would set off for the northwest early tomorrow morning.
Huan Ci has been holding on for a few days, and now things are making progress. Although it is not satisfactory, she can finally take a breath.
Her purpose was to persuade Zong Zhengyuan to send troops, and her father already had countermeasures for the rest.
After rejecting Zong Zhengyuan's invitation to stay in the palace, Huan Ci walked out of the palace exhausted.
The injury on her shoulder ached slightly, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.
Unable to hold on any longer, she stopped and gasped, holding onto the wall in front of her with both hands.
Suddenly, a pair of hands supported her from behind.
"What's wrong with you?" Zong Zhengche's voice sounded above his head..
Huan Ci shook his head: "It's just a recurrence of an old injury, it's nothing serious."
"Let's go, I'll take you back."
The eunuch standing next to Zong Zhengche stepped forward to support her with a wink.
Huan Ci was already dizzy, and he only wanted to go back as soon as possible. He couldn't care about anything else, so he followed him obediently.
Just when the two were about to step onto the carriage, a eunuch hurried over.
"Your Highness, Your Majesty invites you to go to Lingwu Hall."
Zong Zhengche's expression changed.
"Liu Zhun, please send the princess back first." He said to the eunuch.
"Your Highness, you can't afford to have no one around you to take care of you." Liu Zhun shouted in a low voice.
"What he said is absolutely correct. I'm fine. I'll be fine after a short rest. Your Highness, please go quickly and don't keep Your Majesty waiting too long." Huan Ci said softly.
"How can this be done?" Zong Zhengche looked serious.
Suddenly, a smile appeared on his tense face.
Huan Ci followed his gaze and saw Fu Shen approaching from a short distance away.
