Bei Chenyue was in a coma for three days. She woke up only after three days. Her soul was slightly weak, but she still loved to laugh. It seemed that there were no other effects.
Mu Qianyu has always been by her daughter's side. She even wanted to prepare three meals a day herself, but she was rejected by both father and daughter.
Bei Chenyue finally escaped another disaster.
Mu Qianyu was very unconvinced. She felt that she must practice more cooking skills when she has time, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to be laughed at all the time.
The meals were prepared by Beichenye. Every meal the mother and daughter ate was satisfying and their bellies were bulging.
In recent years, Mu Qianyu has fought in the Land of Chaos and the Demon Sect, spending very little time with his daughter. Now that the family of three can be reunited, it is a very high level of happiness for them.
"I really hope that we don't have to travel here and there, and our family can always be together." Mu Qianyu sighed as she lay in Beichenye's arms at night.
Beichenye rubbed her head and said, "It won't be long, we will win soon."
"Let's go to the Western Regions to take my daughter with me this time. The demon inside her has been eliminated, and her studies are not that important anymore. She doesn't need to take the imperial examination, right?" Mu Qianyu said.
In the past, in order to prevent the demon inside Bei Chenyue from getting stronger, she had been allowed to stay in the academy and use Haoran's righteousness to suppress the demon. Now there is no need to have such worries.
"Okay, it's just that my daughter said the day before yesterday that she really wanted to take the imperial examination and get a feel for your style, madam." Beichenye said with a smile.
"This child has a lot of ideas, and her level is much higher than that of a mother like me. You really can give it a try." Mu Qianyu was really interested when he heard this: "If she gets a ranking, give her an official position and give her some experience
It’s not impossible.”
She has now begun to imagine her daughter wearing official uniforms, which should be very similar to her when she first entered the official career.
"Madam, are you training a heir apparent?" Beichen Ye chuckled.
"It depends on her wishes, but I am not willing to let her sit in this position. Although she is a hands-off shopkeeper, she must take the lead when things happen."
Mu Qianyu shook her head as she spoke: "I don't want her to be in danger, but a mother has to let go."
"Yes, our daughter can definitely protect herself." Beichen Ye reassured.
"It's time for our daughter to appear in front of the public. We can't hide it all the time." Mu Qianyu made up her mind that she must see the world.
Beichenye also agreed with this.
Mu Qianyu had been delaying going to the Western Regions before, but when her daughter agreed to go with her, she immediately stopped delaying and ordered the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple to simplify travel rituals.
Because this was the first time she went to an important occasion as the Great Shang Emperor, the ministers, like chicken blood, wrote one after another, saying that this trip must show the majesty of the heavenly family, and this majesty naturally needs to be exaggerated.
A guard of honor to show.
Mu Qianyu had no objection to this, because the minister's reasons were sufficient, and the Shang emperor should have such prestige, so that he could bring glory to his people and surrender to the world.
But she didn't object to it, but she didn't agree with it in her heart. How much does it cost to travel with so many people? She can now understand why the need to save face is regarded as a desperate need for face.
Isn't it just a matter of struggling to make some money when she has enough to eat?
The Ministry of Rites revised eighteen editions of the plan to simplify it again and again, and finally settled on ninety warships, elite soldiers, black dragon guards, ministers and chamberlains, totaling more than 20,000 people.
When Mu Qianyu saw the final plan, it was hard to scratch his head while sitting on the dragon chair. He looked at the Minister of Etiquette standing below with a stiff smile:
"Sir, your relationship with me can't be any simpler?"
"Your majesty's grace must not be simplified, otherwise where is the majesty of my emperor? Where is the majesty of the emperor?" The old man said with a serious face.
"But I heard that the total number of Buddhist cultivators in the Western Regions is less than 5,000. We look like we are going to ransack our homes." Mu Qianyu began to imagine the mighty warships heading to the Western Regions. It would be strange if people didn't guard her.