Quickly wear "I am the empress"

Zhiyu frowned, "Dad, when did he submit the memorial?"

"Five days ago."

After thinking for a moment, Zhiyu nodded and said, "Since he wants to go, then let him go."

"We sent more than 100,000 Song troops to attack Xixia this time, so one more of him won't make a difference."

"Dad, send someone to inform him to pack his bags and set out with the army tomorrow."

Seeing Zhiyu agreed so readily, Zhao Zhen said with some concern:

"You have encountered many assassinations over the years. Although these assassins have been found to have no connection with the Prince's Mansion of Runan County, I always feel that they have bad intentions towards you."

"Let him go to the battlefield. I'm afraid he will do something bad to you secretly."

Zhiyu smiled comfortingly: "Don't worry, Daddy, I have secret guards around me. No matter what tricks he uses, he can't hurt me."

"Besides, my eldest brother is a man who knows what to do and what not to do. He knows it very well."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen sighed, placed his hand gently on Zhiyu's shoulder, his eyes filled with endless worry and encouragement.

"An'er, if you win this battle, when you return to the court, even if Daddy kills all the officials, he will still make you the crown prince."

"If you lose, then protect your own safety and we will continue to wait for the next opportunity to establish a crown prince."

"The imperial physician said that I can still live for many more years in this body."

"As long as Daddy is here, he will always be your backer. Don't be afraid of making mistakes. As long as Daddy is here, you have the capital to make mistakes."

"Daddy doesn't ask you to be as powerful as Empress Wu Zetian, but I ask you to live your life in peace."

As he spoke, Zhao Zhen's eyes gradually became moist, "An'er, being born in the royal family and being my child, you are destined to bear too much."

"Daddy doesn't ask you to become an emperor or do a good job, but I ask you to have no merits or faults, and not be criticized by history books or future generations."

Hearing Zhao Zhen's words, Zhiyu's eyes suddenly turned red, "Dad, don't worry about this."

"The Master said that my temper makes me more suitable to be an emperor than you."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen couldn't help but smile bitterly, "How dare you say such things in front of me? Aren't you afraid that I will punish your teacher?"

Zhiyu shook his head, "Dad, that's also your teacher."

"If you punish him, be careful that the censor will report you."

Zhao Zhen shook his head. "You, you use the censor to threaten me all day long."

"Who told you, Dad, that you are most annoyed by the censor's reporting you?"

Zhao Zhen shook his head helplessly: "Okay, today is the Eighth Sister's full moon banquet, you should go and see her. She is already one month old, and you, as her elder sister, have never held her in your arms."

Zhiyu shrugged, "It's not that I don't want to hug her, it's Madam Zhang who won't let me."

"Mrs. Zhang protects Eighth Sister like she's protecting her own eyes. I don't even dare to look at her."

Zhao Zhen shook his head and sighed sadly, "She lost two children, so she naturally keeps a closer eye on her hard-earned eighth sister."

"Don't talk about you. Sometimes I go to hug my eighth sister, but she won't let me."

Zhiyu raised an eyebrow: "Will Madam Zhang let me hold her today?"

Zhao Zhen nodded, "Of course, you are the eighth sister's biological sister, who else can I hold her if not you?"

Zhiyu shrugged when he heard that, "Okay, let's go."

"When I visited her a few days ago, her face was wrinkled like a monkey's. I don't know if she has grown up now."

Zhao Zhen held his forehead and said, "You can't say this to my face, or Madam Zhang will get angry with you."

Zhiyu waved her hand, "Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to ask for trouble."

—

Zhiyu was going to the battlefield. Apart from Zhao Zhen, the person who was most worried was Miao Zhaorong.

She looked at Zhiyu's luggage again and again, adding things to it again and again, fearing that she had missed something.

Everyone in the palace went to celebrate the Eighth Princess' full moon banquet, but she was the only one who hid in her own palace and did not go.

After everything was packed up, the palace suddenly felt much emptier, and Miao Zhaorong couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.

An'er has never left Bianjing since he was born. Now he goes out to fight. How can she not worry............

But An'er was going to do serious work, and she couldn't trap An'er in Bian Jing just because of her worries.

She knew how much effort the government had put in to establish An'er as the crown prince over the years, so how could she be a stumbling block on An'er's path?

When Zhiyu came back from the full moon banquet, he happened to see Miao Zhaorong crying secretly under the candlelight.

She stepped forward lightly and bowed to Miao Zhaorong: "Sister."

Hearing Zhiyu's voice behind her, Miao Zhaorong quickly raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, pretending to be calm and turned around and smiled: "An'er, you're back."

Zhiyu nodded, looking at Miao Zhaorong with a warm gaze, "Sister, are you reluctant to leave me?"

Miao Zhaorong shook her head and looked at Zhiyu with a gentle gaze, "No, it's not like that. You are going to do great things this time. How could I be reluctant to let you go?"

Seeing that Miao Zhaorong did not admit it, Zhiyu held Miao Zhaorong's hand and assured her softly, "Sister, don't worry about me. I will definitely come back safely this time."

"Daddy said that when I come back, he will make me the crown prince. Then I will ask for your grace and let you be made the imperial concubine."

Miao Zhaorong shook her head, her gentle and beautiful face full of bitterness, "An'er, I don't want the position of imperial concubine, I just want you to come back safely."

Zhiyu patted Miao Zhaorong's hand comfortingly, "Sister, I will come back safely."

"You, don't worry about me. If I can win this battle, I will be the first princess in the world to be crowned as the heir to the throne."

Miao Zhaorong stretched out her hand and carefully traced Zhiyu's eyebrows and eyes, her eyes full of love: "When Madam Zhang found out that she was pregnant, I was very happy."

"I thought, if she could give birth to a prince this time, my An'er wouldn't have to live such a hard life."

"But seeing how hard you work, I wonder if she gives birth to a prince, all your efforts over the years will be in vain..."

"You have studied literature and martial arts for many years, and you get up at five in the morning and go to bed at three in the morning. If you can't become the crown prince, how sad you will be."

"Now that the Eighth Princess is born, I feel relieved. Fortunately, she is not a prince. She cannot compete with you. Otherwise, my An'er would have become another Prince of Runan."

Zhiyu smiled at Miao Zhaorong in a soothing manner, "Don't worry, sister. I will never become the second Prince of Runan."

As she spoke, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears on Miao Zhaorong's face and said with a smile: "When I leave tomorrow, sister, please don't see me off."

"I don't want my sister to cry for me."

Miao Zhaorong shook her head, her voice faintly tearful, "You're going to the war, how can I not send you off?"

"Then sister, please don't cry tomorrow, okay?"

"I want to see my sister smile, I don't like to see her cry."

"Otherwise, after I arrived at the battlefield, every time I thought of my sister, I would think of her crying."