Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 275: The Era Belonging to Jiang Yuqing Has Arrived

News of victory spread throughout the capital, and wherever the messenger's hoarse voice passed, the streets fell silent.

Ever since the news of the Western Qin's elite forces suffering heavy losses in a surprise attack by the coalition of the thirteen Western Regions reached the capital a few months ago, there has been a lot of talk about the "chaos in the Western Regions" and the "deteriorating situation in the Western Regions."

In fact, the people of Da Zhou have always been wary and fearful of the various countries in the Western Regions. These tribal nations, nomadic nations, and nations with demonic bloodlines are essentially all militarized, and their combat capabilities far surpass those of the agrarian civilization of Da Zhou. Moreover, many years ago, these countries were forcibly united, and whenever one of them faced difficulties, the other countries would come to their aid. This has become a tradition.

Even though the Jiang family has been managing the Western Qin for hundreds of years and has produced many outstanding generals, such as the talented Jiang Wen, who was able to conquer three countries with great effort, it still took three years of negotiations and the use of benevolence to barely pacify the remnants of the three countries. Finally, they were able to expand their territory by thousands of miles.

Recently, a court censor analyzed that if the court were to send a Confucian general, along with a strong envoy who embodies benevolence and righteousness, to engage in reasonable manipulation and utilization, it could temporarily force the thirteen countries in the Western Regions to retreat and stabilize the Western Qin. Some court officials even suggested a marriage alliance, as His Majesty still has several young princesses, and they could also cede some useless and uninhabited territories, among other similar proposals.

To be frank, although these suggestions are not entirely appropriate and undermine the dignity of the nation, they are indeed the words of a wise strategist.

Unfortunately, the Western Qin belongs to the Jiang family, and outsiders cannot interfere, which is truly regrettable.

But now, what has happened? Jiang Yuqing, the seventeen-year-old second prince of the Western Qin, who has only been in office for four months, has completely annihilated the million-strong army of the thirteen Western Regions with a small and weak force.

This feeling... is like a thunderbolt on a clear day, causing everyone who pays attention to the Western Regions to change their expressions.

How did he do it? How did he achieve this?

It seems a bit too fantastical.

...

Qinglan Lane.

The road leading from the Vermillion Bird Gate in the western part of the capital to the Ministry of War.

A magnificent and imposing mansion with the plaque "Nanli County Prince's Mansion" as if it were carved by an axe or chiseled by a knife. It is said to have been personally inscribed by the late emperor, the Great Emperor, as a gift.

Truly a mansion befitting nobles, where they enjoy abundant food and drink.

At this moment, a small sedan chair carried by four people slowly descended in the front courtyard. Dozens of maidservants hurriedly approached from a distance.

As the sedan curtain was lifted, a woman in her thirties, with a delicate figure and a beautiful and enchanting face, stepped out. Before the attendants could pay their respects, she spoke in a sharp and sarcastic tone, "I really don't understand what Miàojǐn sees in that stinky boy from the Jiang family. Pavilion of Celestial Secrets' genius, Xiāo Mù, although I haven't seen him personally, he must be an outstanding young man. Yet, she still hasn't gone to Pavilion of Celestial Secrets."

Even the Crown Prince of Nánlíng, Jī Cúnxìao, and the Prince of Wú, Jī Pèiyù, who are both members of the imperial family and talented individuals, are sighing!"

It's unclear whether she was talking to herself or complaining to the attendants, but her words frightened the attendants, who turned pale and fell silent.

However, an older steward with a higher status furrowed his brows and said with a troubled expression, "Madam Hua, please be quiet!"

This lady has a fiery temper. She was taught a lesson by the prince when he divorced her last time, but she still hasn't learned her lesson.

"This lady insists on speaking! What has become of the Jiang family? The Western Regions were besieged by a million-strong army. That boy will die in the Western Regions sooner or later, hmph!"

Madam Hua slapped her handkerchief and coldly retorted. Then she asked, "Where is the lord?"

She wanted to ask where the lord was, but before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by the urgent sound of horse hooves and the shouts of the messenger outside the gate.

"Great victory in the Western Qin! Western Qin's Prince of the County, Jiang Yuqing, led the old soldiers of the Western Qin to completely annihilate the million-strong coalition army of the thirteen Western Regions at Xiaofeichuan!"

The servants in the entire courtyard couldn't help but show shock on their faces.

Madam Hua froze for a moment, dropped her handkerchief on the ground, her face turned pale, and a hint of panic appeared in her eyes.

Having lived in Nanli for a long time, she had witnessed battles between tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of troops with her own eyes. How brutal it was! The bright red blood, the swinging blades, the dense white bones, and the piles of bodies like small mountains...

This kind of thing has definitely risen to the level of changes in the national situation and the Western Regions' situation.

She still has that kind of vision.

"Dadada..."

The sound of horse hooves fades into the distance.

"My lord!"

Lady Hua suddenly rushes into the inner courtyard, hurriedly entering an elegant pavilion. "My lord, that boy..."

Her words suddenly stop as she sees three people sitting inside: the imposing and domineering Su Wuji, the strategist Mr. Shenji from Nanli, and the princess of Nanli, Su Miaojin.

In the realm of ever-changing waters, the rapidly advancing Su Miaojin, dressed in white, appears even more extraordinary. With her three thousand strands of black hair and a coiled snake bun, her delicate and handsome appearance is accentuated. However, at this moment, her lips curl slightly, as if suppressing a smile.

On the other hand, Su Wuji and Mr. Shenji have solemn expressions, furrowing their brows.

Lady Hua bows respectfully and sits obediently on the side, no longer displaying her fierce demeanor.

"What can you teach me, Mr. Shenji?" Su Wuji, who dominates the world and manipulates the court, even allowing the King of Nanling to reorganize the Nanli army without concern, suddenly speaks with a somewhat unresolved heaviness in his tone.

Mr. Shenji, around seventy years old, is spirited and has deep eyes. He lightly strokes his beard and smiles. "For my lord, this matter may not be a bad thing. The court will surely devote all its energy to dealing with Xiqin, leaving no time to worry about Nanli!"

Su Wuji glances at his daughter, who is sitting upright but with a strange expression, and sighs softly. "How did this boy manage to do it?"

Mr. Shenji also finds it difficult to answer and ponders for a moment. "Perhaps we can only wait for the detailed report from the Nanli Divine Eagle Guard!"

Su Wuji stands up and walks to the window, silently gazing at the Spiritual Herbs Jade Pond in the courtyard. After a long time, he says, "In the end, I underestimated Jiang Yuqing! His military achievements may be difficult to surpass in this era. In terms of the battlefield, his time has come!"

...

Jiang Residence.

In the Lanqing Courtyard among the hundreds of golden and jade pavilions, the hustle and bustle continues as usual, but with a hint of pessimism.

The servants are all in a hurry, lacking the arrogance of the servants of the noble families in the past.

The steward, Li Yun, leads the servants carrying lotus seed soup and cautiously enters the main hall. Inside, he sees more than twenty stewards from various regions sitting with worried expressions.

After the recent "play" by the emperor, the Jiang family experienced a thrilling ordeal. Coupled with the chaos of the Western Regions, the three hundred thousand army of the Western Qin that the Jiang family relied on as a pillar may have been completely wiped out. In fact, the Jiang family has already become weaker.

The officials under the Jiang family have become disloyal, and the servants of the major pawnshops, banks, restaurants, and silk shops have also started to have different thoughts. Even the large shops that sought refuge have more than a hundred people.

If this continues, the prestige of the Jiang family will decline, and the centuries-old family will gradually decline, which is inevitable.

What's more critical is the uncertain fate of the eldest grandson of the Jiang family, the lord of Xiqin County, and the third young master, Jiang Hu.

"Princess, here is the soup."

Li Yun carefully places the lotus seed soup on the desk.

Behind the desk, where the old lady used to sit and handle family affairs, now sits the Ascending Peace Princess. At this moment, her delicate jade hand holds a pen and makes elegant and graceful annotations with small and beautiful characters.

Wearing a phoenix embroidered brocade, with a Lingyun bun, and golden hairpins and phoenix hairpins on her bun, her exquisitely beautiful face, coupled with her graceful figure, makes her look like a fairy in the mortal world. However, a casual glance makes people feel inferior.

The first beauty of the capital, the princess, has been the dream girl of many young men for many years.

Unfortunately, the prince didn't even spare her a glance, treating her like an old shoe, which is heartbreaking.

There is a trace of melancholy between her eyebrows, and her vermilion lips lightly open. "Send it to the old lady in the inner hall!"

"Yes!"

Li Yun looks towards the inner hall, and a hint of worry also appears on his face. The old lady has only been eating one meal a day recently, devoutly praying for the Western Regions war, and has become increasingly thin.

Just as he picks up the lotus seed soup, the second young master, Jiang Yugui, rushes in with a flushed face and eyes shining like a wolf. He stumbles and laughs heartily before saying, "Hahaha! How exciting!"

(End of this chapter)