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On the surface, this seems to be the most decisive approach at present.

The emperor issued an edict to reclaim Qin Zhenxiong's military power. If he refused, he would be considered a traitor and a rebel, and his family would be executed. Then, the emperor would personally lead an expedition to completely reclaim military power in the Northwest and restore military prestige.

But Qi Yitang didn't want Xie Ling to go.

The Northern Rong had already been decimated and severely weakened. It was just a tiny place, so why would the emperor personally lead an expedition against it?

What's the difference between that and using a cannon to shoot mosquitoes?

Moreover, in those storybooks, whether it's a general or an emperor, they always like to bring back a delicate woman along with them after going out to fight a battle.

It was jokingly referred to as a "local specialty" by the viewers in the live chat.

Just when things were finally getting back on track with Xie Ling, and things were looking up, Qi Yitang didn't want Xie Ling to bring back some kind of "local specialty" to annoy her.

Xie Ling remained calm and composed, saying, "I have no intention of going."

I didn't plan to go... That day, the emperor was far away, what would happen to the Northwest?

Although Deputy General Zhang Zhuo had fought for decades and was experienced on the battlefield, he was a rough and brute who was all bark and no bite.

Song Xinghe is too young and inexperienced to command the scene.

If Qin Zhenxiong were to join forces with the new king of the Northern Rong, kill the loyal ministers, and rebel in one fell swoop, his hundreds of thousands of troops, even if insufficient to conquer Shengjing, would still pose a great threat.

"Is Tangtang curious?" Xie Ling asked with a smile in her eyes.

Qi Yitang nodded vigorously, "Yes, I'm really curious!"

Xie Ling slowly touched his lips, and Qi Yitang understood. She pounced on him and kissed him very hard, smearing her lipstick on him.

"My husband, please tell me! I really, really want to know!"

This coquettish behavior was quite rare. Xie Ling was just about to tease her a little more when Li Degui hurriedly came in.

"Your Majesty, an urgent report has arrived from the Northwest—"

Xie Ling seemed completely unsurprised. "Speak."

Li Degui ran over, catching his breath before finally managing to catch his breath. "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened in the Northwest! General Qin... has died suddenly!"

"What?!" Qi Yitang jumped up, her face practically overflowing with shock.

Qin Zhenxiong is dead. How could it be so fast?

"Not good?" Xie Ling twirled his fingertips, a sinister smile on his face. "In my opinion, it's excellent."

……

Let's go back to two weeks ago.

At that time, Shengjing was just beginning to feel the chill of autumn, while the northwest had already entered the bitter cold, and the soldiers put on thick cotton-padded clothes.

The Northern Rong were not a large force, numbering around 300,000, with only 50,000 to 60,000 cavalry, but these were all elite troops capable of taking on ten men each.

Over the years, they have harassed small countries on the grasslands, plundering their wealth and food. Since they have not offended the Great Qian Dynasty, they sometimes turn a blind eye and let things slide to avoid harming their soldiers.

However, the new king of the Northern Rong, Tuoba Jun, did not believe in evil and had other ideas after ascending the throne, frequently harassing the borders of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Of course, none of these are problems in the face of overwhelming military strength.

In just one or two months of fierce fighting, the Northern Rong had already been driven into a series of defeats.

If they pressed their advantage, they could probably annihilate the Northern Rong in no time. But at this critical moment, Qin Zhenxiong said that his leg ailment had relapsed and he was not fit to go to the battlefield, so they would temporarily cease hostilities.

Zhang Zhuo wasn't that clever; he only knew how to follow orders and fight. But he also knew that if they didn't annihilate the Northern Rong now, it would be time-consuming and laborious by the time the vegetation was lush and the cattle and horses were well-fed and strong, and the Northern Rong's people could recover. It would be a waste of the soldiers' lives.

He was an impatient person, and seeing that Qin Zhenxiong really didn't move an inch, and even had the leisure to...

He barged directly into the commander's tent and questioned Qin Zhenxiong whether his leg ailment was real or fake.

If the commander-in-chief is unable to fight, he, as the deputy commander, can lead the troops, but Qin Zhenxiong punished him with ten strokes of the cane for "disobeying military orders" and temporarily imprisoned him.

Enraged, Zhang Zhu cursed and said all sorts of nasty things.

Song Xinghe remained calm and did not directly confront him.

He did whatever Qin Zhenxiong said, but he still privately trained his troops without ever slacking off.

Qin Zhenxiong watched this unfold and scoffed: Zhang Zhuo is getting worse with age; he's not even as composed as that young punk.

However, as time went on and the army remained inactive, the morale of the troops inevitably began to waver.

It's like someone who could easily eat their fill in one go, but instead forces themselves to hold it in; eventually, it will definitely cause some harm.

"Father, it's late, why aren't you resting yet?"

That night, the tent was still lit.

Qin Jiangli lifted the curtain and entered, draping a cloak over Qin Zhenxiong's shoulders. "Be careful not to catch a cold."

Before him lay a sand table map of the Northwest, its vast territory stretched out by the flickering candlelight, casting Qin Zhenxiong's long, dark shadow.

Qin Zhenxiong asked, "Li'er, are you also here to persuade your father to compromise with the emperor?"

Not long after the memorial was submitted, the reply came back with only four large characters: "Absolutely impossible."

At the same time, there was also a folded letter inquiring about his "leg ailment." Since his uncle's leg ailment made things difficult, Zhang Zhuo was appointed as the commander-in-chief to temporarily take charge of the Northwest military affairs, with Song Xinghe assisting him from the side.

Qin Zhenxiong was so angry he laughed on the spot. They were trying to take advantage of the situation to seize his military power!

He clearly made concessions and gave Xie Ling two choices.

Qin Zhenxiong knew that he would definitely not be able to bear to execute Qi Yitang, so he settled for second best and only banished him to the Cold Palace. He never expected that his lovestruck nephew could not even do this much.

Since he's so ungrateful, he doesn't need to be polite.

Qin Jiangli said, "Father, I am just a young lady from a noble family. How would I understand matters of state? I know you are distressed by Yue'er's suffering in the palace. You must have your own plans. If I were to offer advice, wouldn't that put you in a difficult position?"

Qin Zhenxiong was moved and patted Qin Jiangli's hand.

"Li'er, you are indeed the most sensible one."

Qin Zhenxiong wasn't really feeling sorry for Qin Lianyue; he was just dissatisfied with Xie Ling's attitude towards him.

It's one thing for Qin Zhenxiong's daughter to be on equal footing with the daughter of a mere Grand Tutor, but she actually dared to harm the imperial heir by taking advantage of his favor. Isn't this a slap in the face for Qin Zhenxiong?

Even now, when the emperor still needs to rely on him to pacify the northwest, he dares to act like this.

If he gets old and can no longer fight on the battlefield, who knows what will happen to the Qin family.

Qin Zhenxiong wanted to deflate Xie Ling's arrogance.

Let him know that even though he has ascended the throne, he is still the same boy who knelt before him and said, "Please help me, Uncle."

Qin Jiangli rubbed his temples and casually asked, "Father, a few days ago someone came out of your tent. He looked like a stranger... Was he the new King of Beirong?"

Qin Zhenxiong glanced at her sideways. "You saw it?"

Qin Jiangli nodded. "Did he come to beg for peace with Father?"

In fact, Tuoba Jun did not come to seek peace; he came to surrender and was willing to help him usurp the throne.

Qin Zhenxiong had considered the idea of ​​usurping the throne and rebelling. If Xie Ling still didn't know what was good for him, he wouldn't mind letting him know that experience counts.

But if he wanted to seize the throne, he could certainly do it on his own, so why did he need to collude with a defeated opponent?

He's just a minor king of the Northern Rong, not worthy of Qin Zhenxiong's attention.

Faced with Qin Jiangli's simple questioning, Qin Zhenxiong did not tell her all about these sordid matters.

"Yes, he said he was willing to negotiate peace with the Great Qian, but this man murdered his brother and usurped the throne; he is a wolf in sheep's clothing, and I, as his father, disdain to do business with him."

"Of course. Every blade of grass and every tree in the Northwest was protected by Father and his soldiers with their blood and sweat. I believe Father has his own plans and will certainly not fail this land."

Qin Jiangli's tone was full of a daughter's love and reliance on her father, which made Qin Zhenxiong feel very comfortable.

"By the way, Father, we have time to rest tomorrow, so there's no rush to train. Could you perhaps ask Vice General Song for a small favor?"

Qin Zhenxiong asked, "Where are you going?"

As soon as he spoke, he suddenly remembered Song Xinghe's handsome appearance, his gaze narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but look at his daughter with a hint of suspicion.

"Li'er, you wouldn't happen to... have your eye on that boy, would you?"