Do You Know?: Rule the World.

Chapter 89 Huirou: Feiyan, you can marry him
He has been waiting for this day for too long!

Queen Cao looked at the scene of the father and son hugging each other, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Zhang Maozhe shrugged his shoulders slightly, wiped his face vigorously with his sleeves, and tried hard not to cry out.

What the government has been looking forward to for a long time has finally come true!
Zhao Zhen calmed down a bit, his hands still tightly gripping Zhao Han's shoulders. He said solemnly, "Chengyuan, I swear on your behalf that from now on, I will double compensate you for all the wrongs you've incurred over the years!"

"Your biological mother, I will posthumously confer the title of Imperial Consort on her. She raised you very well, and I owe her a great debt."

"If I had known of your existence, this would never have happened." After saying this, a trace of regret flashed across his eyes.

Zhao Han lowered his eyes slightly. Everything that happened today was really too unexpected!

Holding the warm jade pendant in my palm, a thousand words could only be turned into a deep bow.

He said in a deep voice: "Son...thank you for your grace, father."

Empress Cao stepped forward with light lotus steps and said softly, "Your Majesty, today is a great day for you. Please don't be too sad."

"Now that we have recognized Cheng Yuan, we have a long way to go."

After hearing this, Zhao Zhen took a deep breath and slowly released his hands that were tightly gripping Zhao Han's shoulders.

Huirou, who was standing aside with joy in her heart, suddenly remembered that the army would set out tomorrow.

She wiped the tears from her face, and her sweet voice was filled with a bit of worry and anxiety.

"Dad, there are so many generals in the court, can't you let my brother stay tomorrow?"

"When Miss Zhang came to the palace, she told me a lot about the dangers of the battlefield, the rain of arrows and the blindness of swords. My daughter just had a brother..."

Zhao Han looked at Huirou's flawless little face, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He said softly, "Don't worry, Sister Huirou. I will definitely return safely."

"But……"

Before Huirou could finish her words, she was interrupted by Empress Cao.

"Hui Rou, don't be willful. This is a matter of national importance. Your brother volunteered in front of all the officials. How can you go back on your word?"

Huirou pursed her lips and walked forward to tug at Zhao Han's sleeve.

"Then brother must keep his word. I will be waiting for your triumphant return in Bianjing."

"Okay, I will keep my word." Zhao Han smiled slightly and raised his hand to stroke her hair.

Wait until everyone in the hall calms down a little.

Zhao Han's expression froze, and he asked in a deep voice, "There's something I must ask. Does Prince Yan know anything about my background?"

Prince Yan is an ambitious man who has been operating in Bian Jing for many years. Once his existence is known, he will never sit idly by and wait for death.

The war in the northwest broke out and the Beijing army was empty. This was the best opportunity.

Zhao Zhen's eyes darkened slightly, and he tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, making a dull sound.

"You don't need to take him to heart. Ever since I learned of your identity, I have been on guard against them."

"Just go to battle with peace of mind. When the army returns victorious, I will join you in settling accounts with these clowns."

I saw that Zhao Han still had some concerns in his heart.

Empress Cao said softly, "Don't worry, I'll send someone to take good care of Hualan for you."

"The current situation is unclear. To prevent leaks, I think it would be best to tell her in person after you return."

After weighing the pros and cons secretly, Zhao Han had no choice but to nod.

At dawn the next day, outside the Xuande Gate of Bianjing, the Western Expedition Army was deployed in a tight formation, with military flags fluttering in the cold wind.

General Zhang Fu was dressed in black armor, sitting upright on horseback, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, his eyes were bright and sharp, and he exuded a murderous aura unique to military generals.

Zhao Han, wearing Ming Guang armor, and Gu Yankai stood on either side of him. The three generals stood side by side, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

As the time for the army to set out was approaching, a bright yellow figure suddenly appeared on the city wall.

Zhao Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as sharp as a torch, his voice as resounding as a bell: "Soldiers!"

"The Western Xia are rampant, repeatedly invading our territory and plundering our people! I hope you will take up arms to defend our country and promote the might of our Great Zhou!"

"In this battle, I don't want you to show off your bravery, but I ask that you work together with one heart and one mind!"

"I am in Bianjing, waiting for your triumphant return!"

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers in armor roared in unison: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The sound shakes the sky and inspires people!
Zhang Fu raised his spear high and shouted sternly, "Move forward!"

The war drums suddenly sounded, the trumpets blew, and the army marched towards the northwest like a torrent.

Zhao Zhen stood on the city wall and watched the army go away.

It was not until the last row of cavalry disappeared in the morning mist that he slowly withdrew his gaze and returned to the palace.

At the front of the army, Zhao Han glanced sideways at Pei Hu and said quietly, "This general remembers that you had an argument with someone in the village and accidentally injured the head of the household's son. To avoid the disaster, you came to Bianjing to seek a living."

Pei Hu was stunned when he heard this, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

Then he nodded repeatedly, looking grateful.

"Yes, yes, my lord actually still remembers such a small thing."

"If it weren't for my Lord's support, I would probably only be able to work as a laborer in Bianjing City."

"My Lord, you are so kind and gracious. I, your subordinate..."

Zhao Han was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and sneered, "Stop pretending. How many years have you been working in the Imperial City Division?"

The smile on Pei Hu's face froze instantly. After a moment, he coughed twice, then smiled again. He said respectfully, "The emperor and Master Zhang sent subordinates to secretly protect your safety, so you made up those nonsense."

"I have been working in the Imperial City Division for as long as I can remember, which is over twenty years."

Zhao Han rolled her eyes at him and asked in a low voice, "Who else in my family is a member of the Imperial City Guard?" Pei Hu chuckled and rubbed his hands together.

"To be honest, General, Lü Yi, who sweeps the outer courtyard, and Duan Si, who cleans the toilet, are both elite soldiers from the Imperial City Division, capable of fighting ten to one."

"And there's Madam Shang who's chopping vegetables in the kitchen. She's a veteran of the Imperial City Division!"

"For twenty years, I have been able to sneak into the inner chambers of various officials and never been discovered."

Hear this.

Zhao Han couldn't help but frown. The Imperial City Bureau was really good at disguising identities and gathering intelligence.

"The Changqing next to me, he shouldn't be one of yours, right?"

Pei Hu chuckled, "General, you're joking. How could that stupid little servant be from the Imperial City Department?"

Zhao Han: “…”

The Western Expedition Army marched from Bian Jing to Fuzhou. According to the marching route, it had to pass through Luoyang, the Western Capital, then through Tongguan, and finally arrive at Chang'an, the Jingzhao Prefecture.

If the weather cooperates, we can reach the Fuzhou front in just over a month by galloping.

At the same time, in Xingqing Prefecture, the capital of Western Xia.

Spies on the front line reported back one after another that the Great Zhou refused to increase the annual gift, causing an uproar in the court.

Since Emperor Jingzong Li Yuanhao was assassinated in the summer of the eighth year of the Qingli period, Li Liangzuo, who was only one year old, succeeded to the throne.

The political affairs of the court were always in the hands of his mother, Queen Mother Mo Zang, and his uncle, Mo Zang Epang.

It is now the fourth year of Jiayou, Li Liangzuo is twelve years old, and three years ago, Empress Dowager Mo Zang passed away.

Li Liangzuo began to gradually seize power, but to this day the Western Xia court was still controlled by Mo Zang Epang.

This person appears to be subservient to the Great Zhou, but in fact he is always coveting the Central Plains.

"Your Majesty, the Great Zhou is so ungrateful and insists on sending troops to fight. It seems they need to learn a lesson again!"

"Although we are short of food and fodder right now, the Iron Harrier Army is ready to go at any time. We should fight quickly and decisively."

All the generals in the hall echoed.

Li Liangzuo sat upright on the dragon throne and said slowly, "My uncle is absolutely right."

"But I think it would be better to let General Manmie lead the light cavalry at the border first to test the Zhou army's strength before making any plans."

Mo Zang Epang narrowed his eyes, waved his hand, and said loudly, "No need."

"The Zhou army has always been weak and incompetent. This fact is clear to all."

"I heard that the Zhou Dynasty specially trained a cavalry battalion to deal with the Iron Harriers!"

"This time, I will personally lead the Iron Harrier Army into battle, raze their camp, and force the Zhou people to kneel and pay tribute!"

"After we get through this year, one day Xixia will be able to lead its army south and capture Guanzhong!"

Seeing this, the civil and military officials in the palace knelt down and shouted, "Uncle King, you are wise! God bless Xixia!"

Looking at his uncle's smug look and unquestionable arrogance, Li Liangzuo felt a chill in his heart and became more and more eager to control the court.

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A few days later, in the imperial palace, Rouyi Hall, this was Princess Huirou's bedroom.

The hall was filled with the sweet aroma of pear blossoms. As the beaded curtains swayed gently, the faint laughter of young girls could be heard.

Rong Feiyan, Rong Fei's biological sister, was leaning on an embroidered cushion, pinching a candied green plum with her slender jade fingers, looking at Huirou with a smile in her eyes.

The two have always been good friends and often talk about personal matters here.

She suddenly leaned closer and asked softly, "Hui Rou, who do you think is better, the young master of the Duke of Qi's mansion or General Zhao who is accompanying the army on the expedition?"

Huirou, holding her chin with both hands and looking towards the northwest, blurted out, "Of course it's my brother..." After realizing her gaffe, she hurriedly corrected herself, "It really is Lord Zhao."

Upon hearing this, Rong Feiyan looked up to the sky and sighed deeply.

"What a pity! You were born before I was born, and I was born after you were married..."

"A daughter of a fifth-rank official is quite blessed."

"I heard that Princess Jiacheng has been thinking about Master Zhao day and night since the polo match, and even secretly asked someone to inquire about Master Zhao's birth date."

"I think it's better to give up this idea as soon as possible."

Huirou turned her head, a sly glint in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Feiyan, when you reach the age of marriage next year, you can marry Lord Zhao!"

Rong Feiyan's eyebrows immediately furrowed, "What are you talking about? My sister will never agree to me becoming someone's concubine."

"Besides, if that were the case, Princess Jiacheng would probably be laughing so hard that her mouth would split open!"

"I don't want to be laughed at by her for the rest of my life!"

Huirou grabbed her slender arm and whispered, "No!"

"And only you can marry Lord Zhao. Jiacheng absolutely cannot!"

Rong Feiyan's pretty face was full of confusion, and she reached out to touch Huirou's forehead.

"Sister Huirou, are you out of your mind today? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"In short, if you believe me, you can marry Lord Zhao, and he won't be a concubine." Huirou's eyebrows curved, and the corners of her pink lips couldn't help but rise.

Rong Feiyan became increasingly confused by these words. She rubbed her chin, thought for a moment, and exclaimed, "Ah? You're not going to force me to divorce, are you?"

"That won't do. If this gets out, where will the reputation of our Rong family be?"

"However, I think Prince Yong's family is really capable of forcing Lord Zhao to divorce."

Huirou glanced at her sideways, smiled but didn't answer, and thought to herself: If my brother's identity were to be made public, Prince Yong's family wouldn't dare to force him to divorce even if they had ten times the courage.

(End of this chapter)