Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 200 I'd Rather Go to the Western Frontier with You
"Let's go out and have a good time today, I'll pay for everything!" Lin Xin said generously, waving her hand.

Looking at her chin-raised little face, Mo Ziyuan's heart melted, and he nodded in agreement: "Okay!"

However, plans still didn't keep up with changes. As soon as they stepped out the door, they bumped into Eunuch An, who was rushing over. Upon seeing Mo Ziyuan, his wrinkled old face visibly relaxed. "Young Master, His Majesty summons you. Please come to the palace with this old servant!"

Mo Ziyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously turned to look at Lin Xin.

"Go ahead! You can go out and have fun anytime," Lin Xin said to him with a smile from inside the door.

Mo Ziyuan nodded and followed Eunuch An.

Upon entering the Imperial Study, Mo Ziyuan paused for a moment. The room was already full of people, most of whom were military officers, and many were former subordinates of Grand Tutor Feng. Chu Qingye sat on the throne with a gloomy expression.

"I have met His Majesty!"

"Rise!" Chu Qingye's mood was visibly bad.

Mo Ziyuan straightened up, found an inconspicuous corner, and nodded to the Marquis of Guang'an beside him.

Marquis Guang'an was a staunch royalist, loyal to whoever held the position. Therefore, he was quite polite to Mo Ziyuan, a direct descendant of Chu Qingye. He forced a softened expression onto his usually serious face, which looked rather incongruous.

"Ahem," Chu Qingye saw that everyone had arrived, so he didn't waste any more words and handed an opened urgent report on the table to Eunuch An. Eunuch An then handed it to the Minister of War who was sitting on the far side.

After everyone had read the urgent report, Chu Qingye tapped the table and said, "All of you ministers have read the urgent report. Please feel free to share your thoughts."

Everyone looked at each other, each with their own agenda, and no one was willing to speak first.

When Mo Ziyuan saw the urgent report, he knew why Eunuch An had summoned him in such a hurry. The Western Frontier was in dire straits; the Western Rong had amassed an army of 150,000 and were pressing on the border. Chu Qingye needed one of his own men to lead the troops into battle, and he was the chosen one.

He waited for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, but no one made a statement during this time, and Chu Qingye's expression grew increasingly grim.

"Your Majesty, I request permission to lead the expedition!" Mo Ziyuan stepped forward from the crowd and stood in front of Chu Qingye.

As he stepped forward, a murmur arose among the others, and then another person stepped forward as well, "Your Majesty, this humble subject also requests permission."

Mo Ziyuan turned his head to look, and there stood Marquis Zhaoyang.

"Your Majesty, I also request permission to lead the expedition." With these two voices raised, the rest of the people followed suit.

Chu Qingye smiled coldly to himself, his expression softening. "I am very pleased that my beloved ministers have volunteered for the battle. This time, the Western Rong people are coming with great force, and it will surely be a long and arduous war. I will appoint the heir of the Duke of Dingguo as the commander-in-chief and the Marquis of Guang'an as the supervisor. The six ministries should make preparations, and the army will set off in three days!"

"Your Majesty, this..." Grand Tutor Feng's former subordinates were clearly surprised that Chu Qingye would use a young man rather than let their faction hold military power, and they all felt somewhat resentful.

"It's settled then." Chu Qingye made the final decision.

"Yes!" Although everyone felt uncomfortable, no one showed it on the surface.

Upon leaving the imperial study, everyone gathered around Marquis Zhaoyang. "Lord Marquis, does His Majesty intend to...?" The speaker made a gesture that everyone understood. "No," Marquis Zhaoyang said, narrowing his eyes. "His Majesty has just ascended the throne, and it's perfectly normal for him to want to support his own faction. Mo Ziyuan is reasonably brave. As for the outcome, let's wait and see!"

"My lord, do you think we should find him something to do?" The Vice Minister of War said obsequiously, bowing and scraping.

Marquis Zhaoyang's expression suddenly changed. "Remember this: this is a war against the Western Rong people. You know how many of our people they have killed. If you dare to tamper with military supplies, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Yes, yes, I was confused, I was confused!" Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the Vice Minister of War. He wiped it off haphazardly with his sleeve and said.

"Everyone, remember, it's true that we want to keep the power we hold, but you must understand one thing: if the Western Rong people win this battle, then our country will be lost. At that time, we will all be subjects of a fallen nation, and we may not even be able to keep our heads, let alone our power and wealth!"

This time, no one brought up the matter of causing trouble for Mo Ziyuan again. Just as Zhao Yanghou said, without the country, where would they find any good fortune? They had all experienced the cruelty of the Western Rong people.

Thus, without Mo Ziyuan's knowledge, Zhao Yanghou resolved his worries with just a few words.

"What happened? You look a little pale." Seeing that Mo Ziyuan seemed a bit absent-minded, Lin Xin couldn't help but ask.

“Xin’er,” Mo Ziyuan felt terrible, and his gaze toward Lin Xin was filled with even more guilt. “The Western Rong army is pressing in, and I… I will be leading my troops to the Western Frontier in three days.”

"Is there no one else in the imperial court?" Lin Xin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I volunteered for this mission. His Majesty wants to reclaim military power, and this is a good opportunity. I..." Mo Ziyuan felt his throat was extremely dry, and although he had a lot to say, he couldn't utter a single word.

"I understand." Lin Xin understood; this was indeed a good opportunity to reclaim military power, but the Western Rong people...

"Xin'er, my departure will not be short, at least two or three years, and that's if the war goes smoothly. If it doesn't go smoothly, it could take five or eight years. You... don't wait for me."

The last six words seemed to weigh a ton, heavily pressing down on Mo Ziyuan's chest. Just thinking about this possibility made his heart ache as if it were about to split open.

"How about me?" Sensing his unspoken meaning, Lin Xin raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Can you...can you wait for me?" In the end, Mo Ziyuan chose to follow his heart and spoke his truest thoughts.

After he finished speaking, he didn't dare to look Lin Xin in the eye and kept his head down. He admitted that he was selfish, but he didn't regret saying those words at all.

Lin Xin let out a deep breath. She thought he was going to tell her to find someone else or something. She swore that if he really dared to say that, she would definitely make him understand why the flowers are so red, and then she would turn around and leave gracefully.

Fortunately, he didn't disappoint her in the end!
"Mo Ziyuan, what did you just say? Say it again!"

Mo Ziyuan suddenly looked up and caught a glimpse of the cunning in Lin Xin's eyes. His heart immediately began to pound. He unconsciously reached out and grabbed Lin Xin's shoulder, looking intently into her eyes as he repeated, "Xin'er, are you willing to wait for me to come back and marry you?"

Lin Xin smiled, a smile as beautiful as a hundred flowers blooming, so beautiful that Mo Ziyuan stared in disbelief.

"Fool, of course I don't want to!" Lin Xin's lips always curled into a smile. "Waiting for you to come back is too agonizing. I'd much rather go to the Western Regions with you!"