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Xie Xuanjin put down the memorial in his hand and looked at Song Qingning's high, protruding belly.

How could Song Qingning not know the reason why he was unwilling to hold this Thousand Autumns Banquet?

Even Hongling said that Xie Xuanjin was too nervous and protected her like the apple of his eye.

"But what Lord Lin said earlier is correct. If we simply dismiss the envoys sent by Nanlin and Beirong, they may become a hidden danger in the future."

Song Qingning lowered her eyes, her hands still practicing calligraphy.

"Xiao Ling's death made the Southern Emperor fear Da Jing. When the late emperor was alive, Bei Rong repeatedly caused trouble on the border. Southern Lin's warlike nature was ingrained in its bones. Bei Rong was a barbarian with scarce resources. In their eyes, Da Jing was a piece of fat meat. Even if they couldn't eat it all, everyone wanted a piece."

"The overtures from the Southern Emperor and the Northern Rong are both expressions of fear towards the Emperor and the Shence Army, but how long this fear can last is anyone's guess."

"Your Majesty, we have both emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Nanlin and Beirong are using the birthday banquet as an excuse. Whatever their purpose may be, it is a great opportunity for us."

"Instead of dismissing them and giving them some excuse to cause trouble in the future, it's better to make them have even more respect for the Great Jing. Even if they have thoughts of causing trouble again in the future, they will have to think twice."

A moment of silence fell over the study.

Xie Xuanjin's gaze remained fixed on Song Qingning.

She always kept the big picture and the people's well-being in mind.

After a long pause, Xie Xuanjin let out a soft sigh.

After an incense stick had burned, the Vice Minister of the Court of State Ceremonial was summoned back to his study.

He stood in front of the hall, his face seemingly calm, but his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He had just had the sudden urge to ask the Empress to intervene, since the entire court knew that the Emperor relied heavily on and cared for the Empress.

In the past, when other colleagues encountered such difficulties, they often secretly asked the Empress to intervene.

But it was all done secretly, through his wife at home.

He was in such a hurry that he was caught red-handed by the Emperor in front of him.

He was also glad that he had slipped away quickly.

Unexpectedly, he was recalled, seemingly to be investigated...

Lin Shaoqing bowed his head and cautiously raised his eyes, catching a glimpse of the emperor behind the table suddenly getting up and walking towards him.

Lin Shaoqing's breath caught in his throat, and he was so frightened that he even withdrew his gaze from the corner of his eye.

But the footsteps kept getting closer to him, and with each step closer, his heart tightened and his nerves tightened. When the emperor stopped, Lin Shaoqing even stopped breathing for a moment.

In my line of sight, the dragon pattern on the emperor's black brocade robe was terrifying.

Lin Shaoqing broke out in a cold sweat.

Xie Xuanjin noticed his nervousness, his brows furrowed slightly, and handed him the memorial in his hand, his tone unfriendly, "You are fully responsible for receiving the envoys from Nanlin and Beirong. You must carefully read the annotations I made on the memorial, remember them, and strictly implement them."

"..."

Lin Shaoqing was stunned for a moment.

Does this mean the Emperor agrees to hold the Celebration Banquet?

"Your Majesty..." Lin Shaoqing looked up and respectfully accepted the memorial.

Before he could even praise the Emperor's wisdom, he realized that it must have been the Empress who had spoken earlier.

Lin Shaoqing immediately looked behind the screen, but before his gaze could reach it, he met the emperor's slightly narrowed eyes.

"This will not be repeated!"

The emperor's warning arrived.

Lin Shaoqing's hand holding the memorial trembled, and when he met the Emperor's equally warning gaze, his heart skipped a beat.

The Emperor was warning him that he should not ask the Empress to intervene again next time!

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty is wise."

Lin Shaoqing was pragmatic; he took the memorial, accepted the order, and hurriedly left.

Once the grand banquet was arranged, the envoys from Nanlin and Beirong arrived in the capital one after the other half a month later.

On the first day of the envoy's arrival in the capital, he went to the palace to pay his respects to the new emperor. Afterwards, he stayed at the Sifangguan, and all the reception matters were handled by Lin Shaoqing.

For the next two weeks, as instructed by Xie Xuanjin in his memorial, Lin Shaoqing led the envoy to visit the Shence Camp, the Meng Family Army, the national granary, and the armory.

They showed him everything that could intimidate the envoy.

With each place they passed, the envoy's eyes grew more somber and fearful.

Inside the Sifang Pavilion.

Late at night, a maid brought tea into a room.

The moment the door closed, the maid straightened her back, abandoning her former obsequiousness and adopting a haughty look in her eyes.

On the contrary, the envoy from Nanlin who was originally in the room immediately stood up and respectfully greeted the maid.

"Princess……"

The envoy from the south accepted the tea and sat down with the maid.

The maid was none other than Xiao Yue.

The last time I came to Dajing, I also stayed at the Sifangguan.

Last time, she was a princess, surrounded by admirers, but this time, she hides her identity and doesn't even dare to show her face.

"When will I be able to see Song Qingning!" Xiao Yue's face was gloomy, and the three words "Song Qingning" came out of her mouth almost through gritted teeth.

Her target this time was Song Qingning.

I heard she was pregnant and was being protected in the palace, which was as solid as a fortress.

They had been in the capital for a long time, but had no chance to see her.

"Princess, you should give up this idea. We are in Dajing. If you do anything wrong, we will all be buried with you!" the envoy advised.

But this earned him a sharp glare from Xiao Yue. "You're afraid of death? Without my brother, you'd be dead already!"

The envoy immediately knelt down in fear.

"Your Majesty, I dare not. I hid the princess among the envoys without your knowledge, and I was prepared to die for it. But the princess..."

"If you really do something to anger the Emperor of Dajing, and he attacks Nanlin, Nanlin will be no match for the Shence Army."

The envoy was filled with fear upon recalling the bravery of the Shence Army he had witnessed in the past few days.

"Ha, you still have the kindness to care about Nanlin." Xiao Yue sneered, the coldness in her eyes spreading wildly.

She raised her hand, touching the scar behind her ear that had been covered up, her eyes filled with coldness and hatred.

"If he wants to attack Nanlin, then so be it. What business is it of mine?"

"My brother was shot and killed by Song Qingning. He was the emperor's son and the heir he had carefully groomed. But when he saw my brother's body, he only said 'useless'."

"He should avenge his brother, but he doesn't even feel a little sad. Without his brother fighting for him, he begs Da Jing to sign an agreement, what peace does he want?"

"Ha, how laughable! He was the one who championed war back then, and now he's the one who wants to cower in fear!"

"I merely pointed out his hypocrisy, but the result..."

She could never forget the moment when her father, the emperor, brought the knife down on her with his own hands.

She was lucky; she was only disfigured.

If she were to keep this life, she would go completely insane.

If her father is going to be a coward, then she will avenge her brother!

She didn't care whether doing all this would anger the Emperor of Dajing, nor did she care what the consequences would be!

"I want to see Song Qingning!"

Xiao Yue's tone was firm.

The envoy remained in a dilemma.

"Princess, I know your purpose, and I am not afraid of death, but if His Highness the Crown Prince knew that you might die because of him, he would be heartbroken."

"Princess, I have a plan!"