After being reborn in the Mass Grave, she overturned her predecessor's power

After that night, Jiang Xuening began to have fever again and again. Xuan Lin was laid to rest at the Duke's Mansion and was buried three days later.

On the day of the funeral, Jiang Xuening did not go.

She was in the tavern, watching the funeral procession go away, feeling in a daze.

Jiang Xuening looked at the paper money in the sky. She should be proud that the young general she trained with her own hands did not betray her until his death.

It’s just that I can’t make up my mind…

She hated...hated the ruthlessness of the imperial power, hated her own incompetence, and even more hated He Lianxuan, who was sitting on the dragon chair with bones all over the ground.

"What are you looking at?"

Shen Zhaoyan opened the door and came in, walked to the window and stood side by side with her.

Jiang Xuening curled her lips and smiled indifferently, "I thought it would be very interesting if the Turkic cavalry broke through the border."

Let's just destroy it together...

Yesterday, news came out from the court that General Ming Zhao Xuan Lin was being questioned today. In the end, the ministers jointly pleaded for mercy. In view of the man's death, the merits and demerits were balanced and his title was revoked.

After all, let him go in a disgraceful way...

When she received the news, Jiang Xuening broke the tea cup in her hand, scratched her hand, and uttered three words coldly, "He deserves it..."

"Ming Zhao" was the title she applied to the late emperor for him back then, with her most sincere wishes, hoping that he would become the rising sun of tomorrow and support the future of Xiling.

No one expected that it would end like this.

He lived up to the word "Ming Zhao", but the court and imperial power failed him.

Shen Zhaoyan glanced sideways at her, "Your current thoughts are very dangerous."

Jiang Xuening raised her hand and closed the window, and Shen Zhaoyan's eyes stayed on the gauze in her palm.

There was tea on the table. Jiang Xuening poured herself a cup. After drinking it, she felt her body gradually getting warmer.

Shen Zhaoyan leaned against the window and observed her quietly. He could feel her subtle mood swings.

"You seem to care about Xuan Lin's death."

Jiang Xuening calmed down her emotions, "I just think he shouldn't end up like this."

Shen Zhaoyan was very calm. Xuan Lin's death was indeed regrettable, but he didn't feel much.

Because when Zhennan and his son died on the battlefield, all his emotions had been exhausted.

Kneeling in front of the coffin at that time, he wished that Xiling and the royal family would die together and be buried with his father and brother.

Later, Xiling was really almost doomed, but unfortunately, Gu Mingyue appeared out of nowhere and tried to turn the tide and help the building to collapse.

Shen Zhaoyan chuckled lightly, a strange light reflected in his eyes, "There will be no Gu Mingyue this time, and there will be no next Xuan Lin..."

If war breaks out again, the emperor had better be able to handle it.

Jiang Xuening glanced at him unexpectedly, "Your angle is quite unique."

It also revealed that he was not optimistic about the current imperial power.

Shen Zhaoyan said cryptically, "He is too impatient."

In his opinion, the man on the dragon chair made one mistake every step of the way since he killed Gu Mingyue.

Now it seems that the emperor has great power, but in fact there is an undercurrent surging, and it might break out at some point.

Jiang Xuening's expression moved slightly. She was worthy of being a black-hearted glutinous rice ball, seeing everything clearly.

"How will he deal with the Spike Army? Is there any news about the Crown Prince?"

Shen Zhaoyan said, "Princess, you asked the wrong person. Your grandfather, Mr. Jiang, is an important minister in the court. You would be better off asking him."

"He won't tell me." Jiang Xuening changed her cold expression and looked at him with burning eyes, "I trust the prince's judgment more."

With the foundation of Zhennan Palace and Shen Zhaoyan's thoroughness, the answer he gave here is the most credible.

Shen Zhaoyan did not answer immediately, but leaned against the window and looked at her with narrowed eyes against the light.

After a while, he said firmly, "Do you want to get involved in the Wolf Fang Army?"

Jiang Xuening's expression remained unchanged, "Your Majesty, do you think anyone will believe this if you say this?"

Such a post sounds like a fantasy, so naturally no one will believe it, they will just think he is crazy.

Shen Zhaoyan's mood was a little subtle, "If it were you, there's nothing you wouldn't dare to do."

"I just want to know if the Spike Army has come to an end..." Jiang Xuening changed the subject.

Shen Zhaoyan was a little tired from standing, so he came over and sat down. Jiang Xuening poured him a cup of tea, "I just think the prince is very experienced."

After all, after the death of Prince Zhennan and his son in battle, the military power in the hands of Prince Zhennan was quickly dismantled by the late emperor. Only Shen Zhaoyan, who was predicted to have a short life, was left in the once-famous Palace of Zhennan.

Shen Zhaoyan's eyes hardened when he looked at her, "You know how to poke people's pain points."

Jiang Xuening smiled sarcastically, "When the imperial power changes, no matter who is sitting in that position, they are still ruthless and cruel. Power is really poison, and it will change people beyond recognition."

Shen Zhaoyan knew that even if he didn't tell her, she would have other ideas. She would never give up until she achieved her goal.

Finally he said, "From the moment Gu Mingyue died, the emperor's sword has been hanging over the head of the Wolf Fang Army, and now it is only one step away from falling."

Jiang Xuening's expression was slightly cold, "According to the crown prince, when will this sword fall?"

"It depends on the direction of the war in the northwest. Now the imperial court has to rely on the Wolf Fang Army to withstand the Turkic attack in the northwest."

How ridiculous. We usually treat the Wolf Fang Army harshly, but in the end we still have to rely on them to guard the northwest gate.

Jiang Xuening's voice almost turned into ice, "Then you're going to kill the donkey, right?"

A familiar trick, a favorite method used by emperors.

Shen Zhaoyan coughed twice and said, "If you lose, you can take the opportunity to ask for guilt. If you win, you can divide and suppress. Of course, it is best to die directly on the battlefield. This is the most perfect."

Jiang Xuening clenched the cup in her hand, as if she couldn't feel the pain from the wound at all.

Shen Zhaoyan looked at the cloth on her palms that was dyed red, "Your hands are bleeding. It seems you care about the Wolf Fang Army more than I thought."

Jiang Xuening took back her hand, hid under the table and lowered her eyes without saying a word.

She just felt sick, viscerally sick. They fought tooth and nail on the battlefield, and the people they were loyal to had already figured out how to backstab them.

"You are so smart, I don't believe you can't guess their fate." Shen Zhaoyan said slowly, "What you really want to ask is how to save them."

"The Crown Prince is indeed smart." Jiang Xuening's eyes had a faint glint, "Do you think the Crown Prince can keep it?"

Shen Zhaoyan sneered, "Unless Gu Mingyue comes back from the dead, there may be a glimmer of hope."

Jiang Xuening paused, "Actually, it's not that there is no way, it's just a bit difficult..."

"I won't help you, so don't try to influence me." Shen Zhaoyan immediately said cautiously.

Jiang Xuening was not angry, but smiled, "My lord, people's thoughts will change."

Shen Zhaoyan showed a rare look of helplessness, "Why do you cheat on me every time? Can you find someone else?"

Jiang Xuening rolled her eyes, "Because you are smart and we are familiar with each other."

"Heh, you mean you cheated me because you took a fancy to me..." Shen Zhaoyan was speechless, "Thank you so much for taking a fancy to me!"