novelaction Chapter 315 The Little Nun 43
Chapter 315 The Little Nun 43
"Song! The Song Dynasty lasted for over a hundred years, a testament to its long and prosperous reign!"
"Han! General, your hometown is in the old capital of Han, so it is perfectly legitimate!"
"Jin! The State of Jin was a hegemon in ancient times, making it a perfect fit for the general!"
After routing the Southern army, the rebels had to clean up their mess and also finally decide on a title that had been delayed.
Now that you are the only overlord in the world, why are you still calling yourself a general? Whose subject do you want to be?
Is it a small, isolated court?
Xue Zhen's subordinates would not allow such rumors to circulate, nor would Ling Yi, and so a chaotic debate about Xue Zhen's title unfolded.
The three names Song, Han, and Jin were selected from dozens of names and presented to the strategists and generals.
When Ling Yi first saw these three words, her vision went black, and she felt like these people were teasing her.
Do you want the Snow Village Two Saints, or the Saintly Essence as Before, or perhaps everyone is Korean?
As the strategists argued, citing classical texts, Ling Yi rubbed her forehead expressionlessly, thinking about how to ruin the whole thing for them.
"You don't like it?" Xue Zhen turned slightly to the side and whispered in her ear.
He never cared about these things; he would rather spend that time suppressing bandits.
Unfortunately, the strategists have been arguing for almost a month and still haven't decided on a title.
Today, he has been invited to make the final decision.
Xue Zhen originally thought Jin was a good person and quite suitable for him.
But before he could even open his mouth, he saw Ling Yi looking at him with a strange look in her eyes.
What kind of look was that?
Look at the fool's eyes.
Ling Yi's lips didn't move, her voice barely audible: "You like it?"
"I don't like it!" Xue Zhen was unusually clever at this moment and decisively shook his head.
"Report!" Just as the strategists were beginning to roll up their sleeves and start persuading the general with reason, a personal guard opened the tent flap and came to report: "An imperial envoy has arrived and requests an audience with the general."
Xue Zhen's spirits lifted: "Bring them in!"
Meeting some angel you have absolutely no connection with is more interesting than listening to a bunch of old men and women arguing.
Seeing his childhood teacher's wife pull out all the silver hairpins from her hair and gesture at her husband, Xue Zhen calmly glanced away, pretending not to have seen this tragic scene of husband and wife killing each other.
Has someone from the southern imperial court arrived?
The strategists, who originally lacked any real background and always felt inferior to those famous scholars, immediately straightened their clothes and put on a respectable air.
So when the old angel came in, he saw everyone looking at him with solemn expressions and deep resentment, especially the person at the very top, whose gaze could almost pierce him!
His flowing beard seemed to stiffen for a moment: "This old man greets the general and conveys His Majesty's regards."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other in shock.
They had seen the angels from the south before, but never before had they been so obedient.
Could such a gentle demeanor belong to a high-ranking noble family scion?
The old man was old and his mind was so sharp that he couldn't help but see the shock that the strategists were trying so hard to hide.
From his own perspective, he naturally looked down on these peasants who started the uprising.
But now, the other side is powerful, and the imperial court needs Xue Zhen's help. What else can he do but humble himself?
Thinking of the Emperor's entrustment to him, he couldn't help but sigh: "His Majesty has decreed..."
After saying that, he didn't put on any airs and asked Xue Zhen to get up and receive the imperial decree. Instead, he took out an imperial decree from his sleeve.
I've forgotten what was said above, and I've forgotten what was said below, but what everyone heard was just one sentence: The Emperor has honored Xue Zhen as the Prince of Yan and invited him to come to the Emperor's rescue!
As for why a court that had always been content with its limited territory would be in danger, how could these peasants possibly know such a thing!
Could they have been behind the headquarters incident?
"Your Majesty is truly magnificent..."
After the old angel finished reading the decree, the slightly young strategist immediately let out a cold laugh.
Asking them to send troops is all they offer is a promise of being granted the title of Prince of Yan, but it's all empty talk. Do they really think they're still the holy emperor who once ruled the world?
Even when the Lord was humiliated to his face, the old angel was not angry at all. The court was in such a sorry state, what face did it have left?
He simply cupped his hands and continued speaking to Xue Zhen above him: "So that the general may know that His Majesty has not been unaware of the general's hard work over the years. This time, he sent me not only with this imperial edict, but also with enough gold and silver jewels to buy enough food for the army for three months."
He paused, then continued, "This gold and silver is currently stored in the secondary capital. As soon as the general arrives there, it will be handed over to him immediately."
He despised this annoying behavior of offering benefits but not giving them back immediately, always having to make conditions. But now that the emperor's father-in-law was so powerful, who could refute his plan?
Thinking of the emperor's father-in-law who arranged for the eight-year-old emperor to marry his twenty-two-year-old empress, the old angel was too lazy to even be angry.
He considered this trip as a final act of loyalty to the imperial court. Once this matter was over, he would go up the mountain to live a quiet life and no longer suffer the humiliation from both sides!
"The imperial court is so magnanimous!"
Another mocking voice rang in his ears, but the old angel remained as still as a meditating monk, showing no anger whatsoever.
Go ahead and curse, curse all you want! You might as well just kill the emperor's father-in-law!
Ling Yi rested her chin on her hand, watching an elderly man in his sixties remain unmoved amidst the verbal attacks of the strategists, and clicked her tongue in amazement.
Why do these rebels have such a villainous air about them?
She tapped the armrest with her fingertips, then glanced indifferently at the strategists who were getting excited and eager to speak, her eyes carrying a hint of warning.
Enough is enough.
In an instant, the strategists felt as if they had been doused with cold water and fell silent.
Archangel: "?"
He looked at Ling Yi and quickly cupped his hands in greeting: "General, the imperial court is absolutely sincere. Once the crisis is resolved, we will surely present you with generous gifts again. Please consider this!"
He didn't say anything about loyalty to the emperor or patriotism; it would be ridiculous to say such things in front of a group of rebels.
Faced with these rebel armies who are constantly recapturing cities and are only thinking about improving the lives of the people but have no money of their own, giving them money is the right thing to do!
He guaranteed that as long as the money was right, these rebels would fight tooth and nail for His Majesty.
Whether His Majesty is still His Majesty after the struggle is over is not something he should be concerned about.
If you're a monk who only does what he's told, who cares about those trivial matters once you've left the monastic life?
"Please, sir, go and rest." The old man reeked of wanting to leave work, so Ling Yi sighed and let him go.
Once the old man was taken away, the strategists immediately turned their attention to Xue Zhen.
Everywhere I looked, people were saying: "General, let's fight!"
Those aristocratic families had a ton of gold and silver treasures!
They weren't afraid of those aristocratic families making fun of them!
How dare they to taunt their hundreds of thousands of troops? How many horses does the imperial court have?