Quickly wear "I am the empress"

"I see. I heard that the Emperor of Song would rather give the throne to his daughter than to you. Is this true or false?"

Zhao Shu heard this, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. He shook his head, hiding the bitterness on his face, "Your Majesty, this is just a rumor."

Seeing that Zhao Shu looked unhappy, Li Liangzuo chuckled, picked up his wine glass and said cheerfully: "I heard that the Emperor of Song has two daughters. After Princess Yan dies, will he pass the throne to his youngest daughter?"

Zhao Shu held the wine glass and shook his head solemnly, "No."

Li Liangzuo was a little surprised to see Zhao Shu answer so quickly.

"His eldest daughter died, so why didn't he pass the throne to his youngest daughter?"

Zhao Shu shook his head calmly, "The emperor doesn't want to make his own daughter the crown prince, but wants to make the Princess of Yan the crown prince."

Hearing what Zhao Shu said, Li Liangzuo looked awkwardly at the guard next to him while holding his wine glass.

The people in the Central Plains speak in a roundabout way, and it is hard to understand them...

Isn’t Princess Yan the daughter of the Emperor of Song Dynasty?

Zhao Shu seemed unable to see Li Liangzuo's expression. He sighed and raised his glass to Li Liangzuo, saying, "Your Majesty, let's not talk about this for now."

"I offer a toast to your Majesty, and wish our two countries a successful start."

Upon hearing this, Li Liangzuo drank the wine in his glass generously, "Brother Zhao, in the future... if the Emperor of the Song Dynasty does not allow you to be the crown prince, you can write to me and I will help you seize the throne."

"It's fate that we met. As long as you ask me for help, I will help you."

Hearing this, Zhao Shu smiled faintly and said neatly: "Okay, if there comes such a day, I will ask for help from Your Majesty."

"I just hope that when the time comes, His Majesty will lend me a helping hand because of our acquaintance."

In October of the fifth year of Huangyou, Western Xia sent troops to attack Khitan.

At the end of the fifth year of Huangyou, the Khitan Emperor Yelu Zongzhen was assassinated. The assassin was none other than Zhao An, Princess Mingzhao of the Song Dynasty who was rumored to have fallen off a cliff and died.

At the Khitan royal court, seeing Yelu Zongzhen being killed by a single sword, all the officials immediately rushed towards Zhiyu who was holding the sword.

The emperor was killed in front of them, which was a great humiliation to them.

However, before these people could get close to Zhiyu, they were blocked by the black-clad guards who suddenly appeared.

In an instant, the flashes of swords and the shadows of knives intersected, and the sounds of bloody fighting echoed in the air.

After the fierce battle, the Khitan royal court finally returned to peace, leaving only blood on the ground and unclear curses.

After Zhiyu glanced coldly at the Khitan officials who were subdued by the Imperial City Bureau, he raised his hand and threw Yelu Zongzhen's body aside, took off his robe and sat on Yelu Zongzhen's throne.

"Yelü Zongzhen is dead. You...either surrender or go down to accompany him."

Hearing Zhiyu's emotionless voice, many Khitan officials struggled angrily, trying to break free from the shackles: "We Khitan people would rather die than surrender."

Zhiyu leaned lazily on the dragon throne, ignoring the struggles of these people.

"Commander Zhao, go and search the house."

"Over the years, the Khitans have taken a lot of good things from our Song Dynasty. Now, it's time to return them to their original owners."

As he spoke, Zhiyu reached out, casually grabbed Yelu Zongzhen's jade seal from beside the dragon throne and threw it out.

The leader of the Imperial City Division took what Zhiyu threw and replied respectfully, "Yes."

"By the way, if anyone doesn't cooperate, don't report to me, just kill them directly."

"Yes, princess."

Hearing Zhiyu say this, the surviving Khitan officials below couldn't help but look up and stare at her.

"Are you the princess of the Song Dynasty?"

Zhiyu shrugged calmly, "Isn't this obvious?"

"How did you sneak into Dading Prefecture?"

Zhiyu smiled faintly, that smile was as light and charming as peach blossoms in the spring breeze, but it also carried a hint of mystery that was hard to fathom:

"I think this has nothing to do with you, Your Excellency."

Seeing Zhiyu's calm face, the Khitan officials could not help but stare at her with wide eyes, gritting their teeth and saying:

"There are troops stationed in Dading Prefecture. If you kill our Majesty, don't even think about returning alive!"

The voices of these officials were full of anger and threats, as if they wanted to eat Zhiyu alive.

After hearing this, Zhiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, with a faint smile on his lips: "Garrison?"

She raised her hands and clapped her palms lightly.

As she moved, a heroic man holding a sword walked in.

The man walked steadily and with a firm gaze, he looked at Zhiyu with respect.

"Your servant Amu pays homage to my lord." The man knelt on one knee and bowed to Zhiyu.

Zhiyu looked at him with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work."

Amu shook his head and answered firmly: "For the sake of the Song Dynasty, I will work hard."

Looking at the two people chatting familiarly, the Khitan officials immediately understood.

General Amu, a general who was once highly regarded by His Majesty and promoted by His Majesty, was instigated by the Song Dynasty to rebel...

"General Amu, you were promoted by His Majesty. How can you help the tyrant and help the people of the Song Dynasty destroy their own country........."

Zhiyu shook his head in displeasure when he heard this. "Do you Khitan people know how to use words? What does it mean to help the tyrant? Amuta, you are a hero of the country, okay?"

"Pooh........"

"He is a traitor, a traitor who will not be reincarnated after death..."

Amumu looked at everyone calmly and said in a calm tone: "I am from the Song Dynasty and do not believe in reincarnation."

After hearing what Amu said, the person who had just scolded him was speechless for a moment.

"Amu, for the sake of fame and fortune, you even disown your own country, right?"

Zhiyu sneered: "How could he not admit it?"

"If he doesn't recognize his own country, I will knock out his teeth."

Hearing Zhiyu say this, the Khitan officials all looked at Amu with scrutiny in their eyes.

Zhiyu shook his head, "No matter how you look at him, he is not a Khitan."

"Why, are you Khitans the smartest people in the world? Are you the only ones who would send people to infiltrate the enemy camp?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of disbelief flashed in the eyes of the Khitan official.

How could Amu be from the Song Dynasty? He looks like a Khitan..........

Amu ignored the looks of the people around him and bowed to Zhiyu, saying, "My lord, Dading Prefecture has been taken control by me."

"I don't know what we should do next?"

Zhiyu stared at the surviving Khitan officials below and said, "First, suppress all these people."

"The news of Yelu Zongzhen's death must be spread as quickly as possible."

"I want all the Khitan people to know that their emperor was killed by the princess of the Song Dynasty."

"Yes."