The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 943 The Emperor Guards the Country

Something big happened in Lingzhou. The two garrisons had complicated connections in the local area. This time, they were both imprisoned, and more than a dozen officials were implicated.

"The imperial sister has children to support, and the prince consort...Alas!" Emperor Zhaowu's eyes turned red as he spoke.

The pair of eyes that were already bloodshot looked even more haggard, and the spider-web-like bloodshot in the whites of the eyes became more distinct, as if they were about to bleed. He raised his hand and rubbed his brow, "I plan to go to Lingzhou to take a look myself."

"You?" Xiao Yunde was surprised.

Emperor Zhaowu nodded slowly, his slender fingers clenched the cuffs of his bright yellow dragon robe, leaving a few wrinkles on the brocade. "In the past one or two years before and after my son ascended the throne, I was trapped in the capital, confined to this small imperial city... Father, do you still remember? You often taught me and my brothers that a monarch should understand the sufferings of the people."

Xiao Yunde didn't respond to him, as if he was reminiscing.

Emperor Zhaowu added, "My son wants to go to Lingzhou in person while my father is in charge of the government in the capital. My sister and her husband have contributed too much to the Northern Wing, and I should go and support them at this time."

The imperial power changes, and every emperor has his own ministers.

A princess from another family was once favored by Emperor Mingde, but now it is the reign of Emperor Zhaowu. Has she fallen from power and favor?

I guess many people are guessing.

Even though Princess Haiyan's son and daughter were conferred the titles of marquis and princess at birth, everyone knew that those titles were bestowed upon them when the crown prince was regent. They also knew that those were earned by the prince consort with his life for his outstanding military achievements.

"This time when I go there, I will confer the title of Princess Haiyan on my younger sister." Emperor Zhaowu thought a lot.

Only he could personally support her and shock the people, letting everyone in the world know that Princess Haiyan was still trusted and loved by the new emperor.

At the same time, he was afraid that Lingzhou would be in chaos. So many officials were involved, and if they fought to the death, the princess and the children would be in danger.

"If the prince consort were here, I wouldn't worry." Emperor Zhaowu was worried.

But now the Ministry of Rites has already started the funeral rites for the prince consort, and the princess has lost her husband and cannot handle the funeral alone.

Xiao Yunde swallowed the words "The prince consort is not dead" several times before finally saying solemnly, "I'll go."

He also wanted to go to Lingzhou in person to see his prince consort, his daughter, and his little grandson and granddaughter.

He was more worried about the chaos in Lingzhou. Even if Cen Yuan was there, he had limited troops and could not show up. His daughter and children were there, which was really worrying.

Emperor Zhaowu shook his head solemnly, "Father, please stay in the capital and let your son handle this matter. You just..." His Adam's apple rolled, "Your son needs to use this to establish his authority."

Xiao Yunde stared at the young emperor's taut jawline and instantly understood the new emperor's difficulties.

He retired at the height of his dynasty, leaving the country to his son. But the new emperor was still young and had not made much of a difference before then.

Speaking of achievements, it is the disaster relief of Prince Ling recorded in the middle part of "Records of Mountains and Rivers of Beiyi" written by Yan Xingchen.

But this is not enough to intimidate the court, and an iron-blooded approach is also needed.

However, he, the "previous emperor", had written the most glorious chapter by using the Son of Heaven to guard the country. There was not much room for the new emperor to play.

But at this moment, Emperor Zhaowu proposed an even more shocking idea, "Father, 'The Son of Heaven guards the country's gate'..." His raised face was illuminated by the beacon-shaped lampstand, "My son is willing to use his body as a shield to guard the country's gate!"

The emperor guards the country!

He wants to move the capital!

Emperor Mingde was stunned for a moment, looking at his son, he could not hide his excitement, "You want to move the capital to Lingzhou?"

Emperor Zhaowu had obviously thought it through and it was not a whim. He took out a sheepskin map from his sleeve and unfolded it. Lingzhou, which was circled in cinnabar, was right at the junction of the three kingdoms, like an arrowhead wedged into the enemy's territory.

The teacup in Xiao Yunde's hand suddenly tilted, and the green tea spread out on the sheepskin in the shape of mountains and rivers.

Emperor Zhaowu pressed his fingertips heavily on a certain spot on the soaked map, where the newly painted city wall mark was still glowing with ink. "Although Lingzhou is a border city, it is like a sharp blade hanging on the neck of a wolf pack. My son is leading people there this time, the focus is to survey the terrain and rebuild the city defenses - using the imperial capital as bait, we can lock the three passes!"

He wants to nail Wang Du to the tip of this knife!

The emperor stands on the front line and provides the people with the most steadfast support.

The candle flame suddenly burst into a spark, making the map of Northern Xinjiang on the table flicker.

"Father created an unprecedented achievement by 'The Son of Heaven Guarding the National Gate'..." The young emperor's voice was firm and powerful, "Your son is willing to forge a new national gate with his flesh and blood."

"You want to deposit the country's ancestral temples... in the border town?" Xiao Yunde's voice was filled with the tremor that only those who have experienced the battlefield can understand.

Emperor Zhaowu nodded solemnly, "My son has secretly dispatched 3,000 Black Armored Soldiers to set out in batches in the name of a caravan."

He suddenly stood up and knelt on one leg, "Father, please believe me. Lingzhou is the tip of the knife, but it is also the best scabbard."

Xiao Yunde couldn't hide his joy, and he helped Emperor Zhaowu up with both hands, "Your sister didn't misjudge you." Perhaps realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag, he added, "Father... was indeed not wrong."

When Emperor Zhaowu heard the words "Your sister was right about you", he knew that the throne was fought for him by Shi Anxia.

The importance of the imperial sister in the emperor's heart is so important. How could he let her down?

His slender fingers traced over the numerous marks on the map. "Rebuild the Twelve Linked Cities and dredge the canal secret passages. Move the capital on the surface to close the border. When the enemy thinks they have an opportunity..." He clenched his fingertips into a fist. "That will be the day we close the door and beat the dog."

Under the light, the shadows of the father and son overlapped on the map, and the more they talked, the happier they became.

As soon as the father's fingertips brushed over the cinnabar mark of Lingzhou city defense, the son immediately arranged several ambushes; as soon as the father mentioned the reconstruction of the canal, the son immediately added the directions of several culverts.

Father and son are of one mind, and their strength can cut through metal. This is the true inheritance of blood.

Xiao Yunde's heart was moved, and he once again admired the vision of Empress Dowager Huizheng in choosing an emperor.

He no longer remembered the events in his dream, and many details were blurred. But he remembered how the Queen Mother Huizheng carefully selected and overpowered all the ministers to welcome this indifferent prince back to the capital, making him an emperor.

Eunuch Qi bowed and walked in. On the ebony food tray, two Ding kiln white porcelain cups glowed with moonlight. Red dates floated in the amber longan soup, just like the border town circled in red on the map, appearing and disappearing in the smoke of war.

The father and son finished their meal of red dates and longan soup.

Xiao Yunde urged, "Go back to the palace and catch up on your sleep. Stay up less late in the future and take care of your body. You must know that your body is no longer your own, but belongs to thousands of ordinary people."

Emperor Zhaowu stood up and left in awe. He took two steps and then paused, turned around and smiled faintly, "My son will definitely come back to add luster to your father's wedding."

Xiao Yunde's eyes were full of tenderness, and he felt that the prosperous times were beautiful.

Unfortunately, there was someone in the court who could not feel the beauty of the prosperous times, but only felt that disaster was about to happen. That person was Song Yuanjiu, the Minister of Zongzheng Temple.

He and Jiang Zhongxin had been brothers since childhood. When they grew up, one of them worked in Beijing and the other served as a garrison general at the border.

The two of them exchanged letters frequently.

Every inch of land in Beijing is valuable, but the land is not entirely free of gold.

Song Yuanjiu accepted money from Jiang Zhongxin and used his power to give a group of women who looked like princesses to Jiang Zhongxin.

The Song and Yuan dynasties were long over.