Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 277 Zhao Min's Decision

After her personal guards were killed or wounded, Zhao Min realized that human abilities are ultimately limited. What she learned in her short life was that the more a person plays tricks and schemes, the more likely they are to stumble in unexpected situations.

Therefore, she decided to become a traitor and completely submit to Murong Fu in order to preserve her lineage as the Prince of Ruyang.

He believed that Mongolia, at its current level, would crumble within three years under Murong Fu's attack.

She was very familiar with court politics and naturally knew that even without Murong Fu, the Mongol rule was not very stable. Her father was Ruyang Prince Chahantemur, whose Han surname was Li; she had an older brother named Kukutmur, whose Han surname was Wang; and she herself took the homonym Zhao because of her title of Princess Shaomin.

His father held the high-ranking position of Grand Commandant in the Mongol royal court, wielding immense military power. He was a man of both wisdom and courage, considered the most capable person in the court. He dispatched troops to suppress every uprising of the Jianghuai rebels. The repeated defeats of the rebels were all due to Chaghan Temur's skillful command of the army.

But as her daughter, she naturally knew that although the rebels suffered repeated defeats, they continued to fight despite the losses, not because they had any ambitions or visions.

It's just because life is too hard!

The Mongol rule relied solely on force, showing no compassion for the people and even intensifying their exploitation. It could be described as: taking every last penny and using it like dirt, leaving the people of the land speechless yet filled with resentment; the tyrant's heart grew increasingly arrogant and stubborn...

Although she always claimed to the outside world that their Mongol dynasty could last for ten thousand generations, she knew that such a claim was just empty talk. She thought that if the dynasty could last for three hundred years, it would need to implement benevolent policies, curb land annexation, and integrate with the Han people.

After all, their father had taught them from a young age that Han culture was the most inclusive. If they could integrate the upper and lower classes and make the people accept their rule, coupled with the powerful force of their cavalry, that would be the long-term solution.

Therefore, the brother and sister studied Han books and dressed as Han people from a young age, because they also deeply believed in their father's teachings.

Why were so many Han Chinese willing to serve in the Prince of Ruyang's household? Besides the high official positions and generous salaries, it was also because Zhao Min did not divide people into four classes like outsiders.

Although many people knew they were being traitors, they were at least respected, which made it much easier for them to accept the situation.

After all, even traitors need to realize their self-worth.

Zhao Min had made her decision in the afternoon, but Murong Fu and the others talked from afternoon until evening, and she didn't have a chance to talk to Murong Fu at all.

Now that the moon was past its midpoint, Zhao Min finally saw Murong Fu return. She quickly stir-fried the ingredients she had prepared, and after about an hour, she took them out of the pan and put them in a food box. She then led him into Murong Fu's room. Inside, Zhao Min saw Murong Fu sitting at the table, looking at her. On the table in front of him were three steaming dishes.

Zhao Min was taken aback and said, "That's not right. I was the only one in the kitchen just now... and Wudang doesn't eat much meat, so where did you get this braised pork knuckle?!"

Since its founding, the Wudang School has not been as vegetarian as the Quanzhen School, and has not explicitly prohibited meat consumption, but its diet is certainly mainly based on vegetables and tofu.

Therefore, you can't find pork knuckles anywhere in Wudang. The three dishes Zhao Min brought were just vegetables, tofu, and chicken.

Murong Fu, seeing that it was Zhao Min, was also very curious and asked, "Miss Zhao, what brings you here?"

After placing the food box on the table, Zhao Min began to lay out the dishes she had just prepared, saying:

"I see you've been busy all this time and haven't even eaten."

I was thinking of cooking for you, but who knew... who cooked for you, Xiao Zhao or Miss Yang?

Is it still your Zhou sister?

Zhao Min has been a clever and perceptive person since childhood. Today, she saw the way Zhou Zhiruo looked at Murong Fu and could tell that she, like Xiao Zhao and Yang Buhui, had feelings for Murong Fu.

Seeing his own dish compared to those delicacies that seemed to be prepared by a famous chef, he felt utterly inadequate.

Feeling a pang of jealousy, I said:

"I have gone to great lengths, and I apologize for making a fool of myself in front of Sect Leader Murong."

Hearing Zhao Min's words, Murong Fu sensed the jealousy in the air, chuckled softly, and said:

"Vegetables and tofu, not bad."

He then reached out with his chopsticks, picked up a bite, and ate it with relish.

"Min'er, have you eaten? Sit down and join me?"

Then Murong Fu put his chopsticks aside, walked behind Zhao Min, placed his large hands on her shoulders, and pressed her back into her previous position.

"Come, sit here and try the dishes I brought. I'll eat what you made."

Looking at the chopsticks handed to her, Zhao Min asked in confusion:

"Hey, where did this food come from? Didn't they make it?"

After Murong Fu sat down, he took out a pot of wine from his personal space and poured a cup for Zhao Min. The rim of the cup was still filled with wisps of cold air. He said, "You know, the Universe in the Sleeve."

These are all dishes I had collected before; they were made by chefs from various places.

Zhao Min was naturally aware of Murong Fu's methods throughout the journey, but she never saw Murong Fu take out any food to eat.

After all, it's not suitable to have special meals for yourself when leading a team. And after entering the city and capturing Zhao Min, there's almost no need to find an inn to eat at.

Zhao Min responded with an "oh," feeling much better, and began to eat.

Before long, he was drinking with Murong Fu, one elbow in one hand and a wine jar in the other.

Zhao Min's appearance is that of a Han Chinese beauty, but as soon as you look at her behavior, the wild and unrestrained nature of a foreign woman is immediately revealed.

Murong Fu was quite pleased. Most of her confidantes were ladies from respectable families. Even those with somewhat willful personalities, like Zhang Jing and Mu Wanqing, were completely different from Zhao Min.

Watching him pick up the wine pot, his drinking posture was even more unrestrained and domineering than Qiao Feng's.

One sip and half a pound of wine leaks out. The crystal-clear craft beer flows down its slender, white neck, rushing and flowing over its surging breasts. The amazing arc makes the wine leap and bounce, landing far on the ground.

Murong Fu nodded, recalling the joke from his previous life about whether ice cream would fall on his shoes or his chest.

Alcohol makes you feel hotter the more you drink.

But after all, it's winter, and no matter how much alcohol you drink, it only has a temporary effect of warming you up and can't possibly feel like summer.

Therefore, Murong Fu directly transformed his Xuan Yin True Qi into pure Yang Qi through the Yin-Yang transformation of the Tianshan Six Yang Palm, which spread out and filled the entire room, raising the temperature of the whole room.

Murong Fu never liked to force things, but sometimes he needed the environment to create opportunities.

Before long, Zhao Min had drunk three jars of fine wine with him. The man looked dazed and his face was flushed.

She said with some doubt:

"Young Master Murong... why is your room so hot?"