Quickly wear "I am the empress"

Seeing Zhiyu's firm attitude, the Jurchen envoy's face looked a little unhappy.

"Princess of the Song Dynasty, all the troops of the Song Dynasty are now attacking the Khitan, right?"

"Tell me, if the Jurchens were to move south at this time, would the Song Dynasty be able to resist them?"

Hearing this, Zhiyu's eyes became serious, "Are you threatening me?"

The Jurchen envoy shook his head. "I just want the princess to face reality. In this situation, only if we unite can we win together."

"The Khitans are powerful. The Song Dynasty and Western Xia cannot conquer them in a short period of time."

"If you want to completely eliminate the Khitan, it is safest to cooperate with my Jurchen tribe."

"Oh?"

"It seems that you did enough homework before coming here."

"It's just that our Song Dynasty is rich and powerful, and we can afford it."

"Even if the war lasts for ten or eight years, we are not afraid."

Upon hearing this, the Jurchen envoy smiled cheerfully, "Oh, then it seems that Princess Song is determined not to cooperate with my Jurchen clan?"

Zhiyu nodded, "Isn't this obvious?"

Upon hearing this, the Jurchen envoy's expression gradually turned cold: "In this case, the Song Dynasty should be prepared to welcome our Jurchen people to the south."

Zhiyu shrugged, "I'm at your service anytime."

Seeing that there was no fear on Zhiyu's face, the Jurchen envoy frowned slightly.

According to the current situation of the Song Dynasty, there should be no military force to deal with them. Why is the princess of the Song Dynasty so calm?

Could it be that the Song Dynasty still has some backup plan?

Thinking of this, the Jurchen envoy rolled his eyes, snorted lightly at Zhiyu, and left the hall.

"Princess, do you want it?"

Amu came out and made a gesture of wiping his neck to Zhiyu.

Zhiyu shook his head, "No need."

"After all, he is an envoy. There is no need to kill him."

"By the way, is our Song Dynasty going to hold the imperial examination again this year?"

"Write a letter back to tell the people in our Honghu Court that it's time for them to show their skills."

Hearing this, Amu's face lit up and he happily cupped his hands and said, "Princess, I will go down and write the letter right away."

Seeing Amu laughing happily, Zhiyu shook his head in amusement, "It seems that I haven't let them take the imperial examinations in these years, and they are complaining to you."

Amu scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "The princess has been supporting us all these years, and we want to repay her."

"In Honghu Court, there are very few people who can help the princess."

Zhiyu shook her head: "The business done by Honghu Courtyard has long been able to maintain the expenses of everyone in Honghu Courtyard."

"So, don't ever say that I support you."

"You all support yourselves."

Amu scratched his head shyly and said, "Princess, it was you who built Honghu Courtyard so that we could have a shelter from the wind and rain."

"We in Honghu Court will all remember your kindness in our hearts..."

—

Bianjing.

Seeing the Jurchen envoys who were full of confidence in the court, Zhao Zhen shook his head with some headache. Giving the annual tribute to the Khitan to the Jurchens? These Jurchens were really shameless, they could even make such a request.

Seeing that Zhao Zhen remained silent for a long time, the Jurchen envoy repeated his request again.

"Emperor of the Song Dynasty, as long as the Song Dynasty pays the annual tribute to the Khitan to the Jurchens, my Jurchen people will send troops to the Khitans to help the Song Dynasty.

Zhao Zhen faked a smile and said indifferently, "Haha."

"I'll think about this for a while..."

Upon hearing this, the Jurchen envoy nodded arrogantly, "Your Majesty, please consider it quickly. I will be leaving soon."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen suddenly said, "Is that so?"

"Then I will discuss this with the court officials first. You can go down and wait for the news."

Upon hearing this, the Jurchen envoy nodded slightly, bowed to Zhao Zhen, and left.

"Pooh........."

After the Jurchen envoy left, Yan Shu, who came to the court despite being sick, spat at the place where they had just stood, as if he saw something disgusting.

Seeing Yan Shu's actions, Zhao Zhen held his forehead with his hand. Isn't the Master usually very particular? When did he become so mercenary?

Although he thought so in his heart, Zhao Zhen did not say anything.

At this moment, the court was silent.

No one discussed the Jurchen envoys who had just appeared, nor did they discuss anything else.

Even Yan Shu, who had just uttered a "Puh" sound, was supported by the ministers beside him and stood with his back straight.

In fact, according to Yan Shu's current physical condition, he should not have come to the court.

But he was really worried about Zhiyu who was far away on the battlefield. In order to get the news from the battlefield earlier, he could only go to court every day despite being sick.

"Report..."

After an unknown amount of time, a soldier stumbled into the court.

Hearing this voice, the court officials who were still dozing off instantly woke up.

Zhao Zhen looked at the kneeling soldier and said, "Hurry up and speak."

"Your Majesty, news has come from the border that General Di led his men to recapture the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen excitedly stood up from the dragon throne.

"The Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun have been recovered?"

"Yes."

Zhao Zhen couldn't help but laugh out loud after receiving the soldier's firm answer.

"Good, good, good."

"Congratulations, government, for recovering the lost territory."

"Long live Long live Long live."

The ministers below knelt down and shouted to Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen was in a really wonderful mood at this moment.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhen would be able to see the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun return to the Song Dynasty during his lifetime...

An'er has such great achievements. Now, who would dare to question that An'er cannot be the crown prince? Who would dare to say anything bad about An'er?

His An'er is really a lucky star.

—

Chui Gong Hall.

Zhao Zhen looked at the sick Yan Shu, shook his head helplessly and said, "Lord Yan, you are bedridden now, so don't force yourself to come to court."

"As long as there is news from the border, I will send someone to deliver it to your house."

Yan Shu shook his head stubbornly, "Sir, I just want to hear the news from the border as soon as possible."

Zhao Zhen was helpless, "Then you have to take care of your health too."

"You get up so early every day and run back and forth in and out of the palace."

"How can your body bear this for such a long time?"

Yan Shu shook his head indifferently, as if he had already put life and death aside.

"I am content to live to this age."

"I just hope that my body can hold out until the princess returns."

"When she comes back, I will definitely praise her in person......"

When Zhao Zhen heard Yan Shu mention the word "Crown Lady", he was stunned for a moment.

"Master Yan, An'er must be the crown prince of the Song Dynasty."

“How can I clear her name when she comes back?”

Yan Shu shook his head calmly: "Official."

"I taught you before, without destruction there is no construction."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen hesitated.

"Will killing too many people be good for future generations?"

Yan Shu shook his head, his cloudy eyes showing an emotion that Zhao Zhen could not understand, "Sir, if these people who oppose us are not killed by you, then it will be the Crown Princess."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen fell silent.

After a while, he sighed deeply, nodded and said, "I know what to do."

Seeing Zhao Zhen's eyes gradually become firm, Yan Shu sighed with some regret.

Time can really change people.

When officials are young, they are the kindest.

Now, he has also learned to be a bit ruthless.

This is something I couldn't learn no matter how hard I tried.