Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

Qin Ling Shuang paused completely.

A strange light flashed in his eyes, but he showed no fear, simply raising his head calmly.

He met Chen Shao's eyes, which already held a hint of murderous intent.

Are you threatening me?

"Just accept it, Qin Ling Shuang, you..."

Qin Ling Shuang raised her hand to interrupt, and sneered:

"Has Your Majesty ever heard the saying, 'Better to die a glorious death than live a shameful life'?"

"If your Chen royal family does well, heroes from all over the world will naturally flock to you. Why do you need to use righteousness to pressure me here?"

"But now, powerful ministers abuse their power, corrupt officials run rampant, and ordinary people resort to cannibalism. How can they still have the nerve to seek refuge with someone like this?"

Chen Shao remained silent; this was an indisputable fact.

This woman is such a stubborn person.

Are you not giving them even the slightest chance?

Killing her is impossible; Xuanwu Gate owes a great debt to this woman.

Can...

Chen Shao gave him a deep look and sighed helplessly.

"You can leave now."

He raised his hand and pointed to the Black Wind Village brothers who were still playing drinking games and having a drinking contest in the square.

"Let them stay; I will give them a bright future."

"This is truly a meritorious act of following the dragon's lead."

"If one unfortunately dies in battle during this period, his future will benefit his descendants."

Qin Ling Shuang paused for a moment, and was about to speak when Wu Song, who had been silent all along, suddenly put down his wine bowl and stood up.

"Boss Qin".

He clasped his hands in a salute, his voice resounding.

"His Majesty is capable. I used to hate the government even more than you did, I hated it with a passion."

"But during the days I followed His Majesty, from Huaiyuan Prefecture all the way to Weibo, and then all the way back to the capital, although I am not very knowledgeable, I can see that he is an emperor who truly wants to eliminate the injustices in this world."

"Hiss!" Chen Shao gasped. How could he have forgotten about Brother Wu Song?

Yes, when it comes to matters like accepting amnesty, who in the world carries more weight than him?

He was originally going to kill Xu Baoyi with his own hands!

Hearing Wu Song praise himself like this, Chen Shao coughed lightly and looked into the distance.

He showed his profile to Qin Ling Shuang.

He murmured softly:

"Ten years have passed since I honed this sword; its frosty edge has yet to be tested. Today I present it to you. Is there any grievance you have against it?"

Qin Ling Shuang ignored him and turned to look at Wu Song.

"Who are you?"

"I will never change my name or surname, I am Wu Song of the Dragon Subduing Gang!"

A strange light flashed in Qin Ling Shuang's eyes, and she couldn't help but look him up and down again:

"So you're the Wu Song who, after his brother was killed by a corrupt official, massacred the entire family of a local tyrant, and was forced to join the Dragon Subduing Gang?"

"I am ashamed that my elder brother has married a bad wife."

Qin Ling Shuang was taken aback. "I heard you hate the government the most, but now you're speaking up for the imperial court."

"I, Wu Song, only speak the truth."

Qin Ling Shuang nodded.

If such words were spoken by government officials, no matter who said them, they would be ridiculed.

But in the martial arts world, a person's reputation precedes them, and Wu Song's words are so precise that no one doubts him whatsoever.

She remained silent for a moment.

In fact, she did believe in Chen Shao to some extent, but she had harbored deep resentment towards the government for many years.

She could not accept Qin Ling Shuang, who served the imperial court.

A transaction is a transaction, and a stance is a stance.

After thinking for a long time, he nodded slightly.

"Fine, I can hand my brothers over to you, but if anyone is forced back up the mountain, I will kill you!"

Wu Song replied:

"I would have done it even without the boss lifting a finger!"

Chen Shao: "..."

"Rest assured, my word is my bond."

Qin Ling Shuang stopped looking at Chen Shao, stood up and walked outside.

She felt lost and dejected at the prospect of an uncertain future and being all alone.

They walked slowly, passing through rows of banquet halls.

Several of the old brothers from Black Wind Village were flushed from drinking.

The exceptionally talented Xiang Tian, ​​already slightly tipsy, appeared even more exceptionally talented.

He called out from afar at the top of his lungs:

"Boss, come and drink! This imperial wine from the palace is far superior to the strong liquor from our mountain stronghold!"

"If we drink this imperial wine once, there won't be another meal. We might as well drink it."

Qin Ling Shuang knew that these were just drinks that Chen Shao had temporarily purchased.

What good wine is that?

Judging from everyone's expressions, this was clearly the best wine they had ever tasted in their lives.

Qin Ling Shuang paused, waved to them, and forced a smile.

"Next time, the next time I see you all, I'll definitely drink, until I'm completely drunk!"

The brothers of Black Wind Stronghold assumed that their leader was just drunk and talking nonsense.

He chuckled and raised his wine bowl at her before burying himself in playing drinking games again.

Just as Qin Ling Shuang was about to walk out of the palace gate, Chen Shao suddenly caught up with her.

"etc!"

Qin Ling Shuang turned around, and Chen Shao immediately silently recited the red thread binding in his mind.

"It's alright now."

"Are you sick in the head?!" Qin Ling Shuang glared at him.

Leave quickly.

......

After this day, Black Wind Stronghold was incorporated into the Iron Fist Regiment, and together with the Yellow Turban Army, Chen Shao now had a force of 60,000 men.

Yu Qi'an was so excited that he didn't sleep all night.

The next day, there will be a court meeting.

Everyone was on tenterhooks, knowing exactly what this meant.

His Majesty is going to settle scores.

Unbeknownst to him, Chen Shao had already gained control of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and absolute military power.

He is no longer the puppet emperor who dared to slap even the eldest prince on the first day.

Han Cao stood at the head of the civil officials, and after Wu Xingyun's guidance, his expression remained calm and he showed no signs of tension.

He glanced at Yuwen Huagu discreetly and saw that the other man was trembling and cold sweat was pouring from his forehead.

"Fool... Chen Shao needs you to keep me in check, so why would he kill you?"

Han Cao cursed inwardly.

As soon as Chen Shaogang sat down, he completed the etiquette.

Eunuch Wei then unfolded the imperial edict.

The first imperial edict: The Emperor Emeritus is advanced in years and should recuperate peacefully in Yongshou Palace. No one is permitted to disturb his tranquility.

Everyone knew a little about what happened at Xuanwu Gate, and that it was an inevitable result of a failed coup.

I dared not say more.

The second promotion was to Yu Qi'an, who was officially promoted from acting Minister of War to Minister of War, and concurrently served as the commissioner to draft the Northern Expedition plan.

This caused an uproar in the imperial court.

The Northern Expedition left everyone with lingering fears.

The humiliation brought by Chen Yuan is still fresh in our minds, so why bring up the Northern Expedition again?

But most of them only whispered among themselves, not daring to speak loudly, lest they disturb the heavenly beings.

Chen Shao stood up and scanned the officials one by one.

"You may draft the plan for the Northern Expedition, my dear minister."

"Who supports and who opposes these two matters?"

The hall was deathly silent.

No one dared to look up.

Those officials who had been whispering most enthusiastically just moments before now wished they could turn into pillars.

The scene of Chen Shao killing the censor was a bloody lesson.

Besides, it was him who was captured during the Northern Expedition, not someone else.

Han Cao kept his eyes downcast and remained expressionless.

"third."

Chen Shao spoke personally:

"With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, I will hold a lantern festival in the city to celebrate the holiday with the people."

As soon as those words were spoken...

Someone immediately stepped forward.

Unlike the somber atmosphere of the Northern Expedition, this was a large-scale national formation.

But this kind of small thing is different.

The emperor had just ascended the throne and already wanted to indulge in pleasure; this trend must be curbed.

"Your Majesty! I believe this is absolutely unacceptable!"