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  "What?!"

  Yuanyu suddenly stood up and grasped the girl's slender wrist.

  Unlike his gentle tone last time, he was now staring intensely, his entire being immersed in a thunderous assertion.

  "How could you think like this?"

  "Your Majesty..."

  Chenlu coughed a few times, and as the night deepened and the dew grew colder, she felt her internal injury acting up again, with her chest starting to feel uncomfortable. Yuanqi, also a martial artist, quickly took in the situation and hastily grabbed a thick woolen coat from beside him, wrapping it tightly around her before indicating for her to continue speaking.

  "In fact, your eyes are like torches, and you have already seen that the envoy's purpose is not so simple - they seem to be here specifically to provoke."

  Yuanyi nodded in approval: "Not bad, those two envoys are extremely unreasonable, and they seem suspicious."

  "So the emperor thinks there's something fishy going on, wants to take down that young man, and get some information out of him. At the very least, he also wants to see how Hu Luojie Khan reacts - right?"

  Chenlu looked at Yuanqi's surprised eyes and continued: "Then, you hesitated because you thought that Hulü Khagan was deliberately provoking the anger of Tianchao, letting us take the lead in sending troops, and then he could use the great righteousness of resisting strong enemies to mobilize the twelve tribes of Tiele and launch a large-scale southern campaign - he extorted a large amount of gold and silver just to pay for the army's rations."

  Yuan Qi stood under the lamp, quietly gazing at her, listening to her analysis, with only one sentence in his heart -

  Is there really such an outstanding person in this world!

  He smiled and sighed, waiting until the girl looked slightly surprised, then said: "If you were a man, I would certainly grant you a position."

  At this time, the candlelight in the room was flickering, and under the lamp, a beautiful woman was seen, becoming even more stunning.

  Her beauty lies not in her face, but in those two pupils, which make people willing to die and never reincarnate.

  At this moment, looking at her, Yuan Qi couldn't help but feel extremely curious:

  Qiu Yun said she was betrayed by her loved one and lost all her martial arts skills.

  What kind of man would abandon this treasure and even destroy her?

  He suppressed the discontent in his heart and continued to ask: "Then what is the true intention of the sudden law?"

  "The Tartars call themselves the sons of the blue wolf, and their temperament is also like that of the blue wolf, straightforward and not bent. However, Khutulun is an exception among them - if one were to use animals to describe her, she would be a nine-tailed snow fox!"

  "This kind of person likes to create suspicion and doubt, he deliberately provokes others to come and challenge him openly, just to make people suspect and not dare to take action against the Tartars at this time."

  She saw Yuan Qi hesitating, and finally concluded: "I think, contrary to your guess, he must have encountered some difficulties, or something has tied his hands and feet..."

  Yuandi was thinking hard, suddenly a bright idea struck him. He thought back to the time when he was a child and his father, the previous emperor, was still alive. He remembered reading in a notebook that the Tartars had a secret meeting called "mitu".

  He hastily ordered someone to retrieve an iron box from a secret compartment in the imperial study. After a short while, equivalent to the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the box was presented before him.

  "It's true! This note records that the twelve tribes of Tartars have a secret meeting every thirty years to discuss the... abolition and establishment of the Great Khan!!"

  Yuan Qi was identifying the characters under the lamp, until the last sentence, he exclaimed in surprise -

  "How can such a major event have no records in the imperial court?!"

  Morning dew carefully looked at that yellow silk notebook, tightly biting her lips, and could no longer hold back the excitement in her heart.

  "Your Majesty, may I take a look?"

  The paper is yellow and soft, obviously very old, the handwriting is slightly blurred, but the spirit of flying and writing is still there.

  She held it in her hand, admiring the handwriting, trembling slightly, as if all the blood in her body was surging like a burst dam.

  "This was left by the Emperor, he said that the owner of this manual is a god in using troops, unfortunately, his life was not long." Yuan Qi thought of his father who died young and also bowed his head in sorrow.

  He didn't see, the girl narrowed her eyes, in that instant, a fierce killing intent and sorrowful indignation.

  What a short life!!!!!!!

  She almost burst out laughing!

  However, she didn't; at the moment Yuan Qi raised his head, he only saw a streak of flowing light in the girl's eyes.

  She smiled brightly and quietly waited for Yuan Qi to speak up.

  "So that's it! During the 'Mitul' alliance meeting, all tribal warriors will return to their respective tribes. The so-called 100,000 iron cavalry is now scattered and disintegrated! This is Hult's weakness!"

  Yuanyu helped him up from his case, pacing back and forth: "But, why did you deliberately make things difficult for me? Are you not afraid that I am a tyrannical ruler who will rise up in anger and send troops to punish you?"

  "If so, he would also be unable to get what he wants - 'Mitou' will indefinitely postpone the alliance."

  Yuan Qi was also a profound strategist, and as soon as he heard it, he understood the key.

  If we were to send troops ourselves, then Ignis could take this opportunity to postpone the 'Mitte' conference indefinitely. During the war, if something unexpected happens to some of the clan leaders, well, that would be a case of blaming heaven for being unfair.

  At this point, Yuan Qi smiled, with a sharp gleam in his eyes, like a precious sword returning to its scabbard, profound and unfathomable.

  A fit of stifling coughs broke his train of thought, and he turned around to see Chenlu clutching her chest, bent over the table in a coughing fit.

  Yuan Qi took a step closer to her and felt her pulse, finding it short and tight, obviously due to internal injuries acting up again.

  His heart ached as he looked at the girl's furrowed brow, as if a hand had grasped his own heart and pulled out a bloody wound.

  "Close your eyes." He seemed to have made some sort of decision, but he smiled at the girl with ease.

  Morning dew didn't know what he was going to do, his eyelashes slightly trembling, finally closing his eyes.

  The next moment, a round pellet like a pigeon's egg was put into her mouth.

  "Take it in your mouth and swallow."

  She did as she was told, opened her eyes, and Yuanyu's gaze was piercing, scorching yet gentle.

  "This is the 'Nine Revolutions Soul Returning Pill' specially prepared for me by the imperial father's order to search for the best talents all over the world."

  He put away the silk pouch at his waist, a style he had been carrying with him since childhood.

  He seemed unable to bear the girl's clear and piercing gaze, turned around and left.

  ****

  Yuanyu left, then Qu Yun walked in, he had been waiting outside for a while.

  "Seeing his expression was quite delighted, you were chatting with great pleasure?"

  Qu Yun was almost amazed.

  "Are you worried I'll kill him?"

  "Looking at your crazy expression after waking up, I really have this worry - he looks too much like Yuan Xiu!"

  "Whenever you look at him, you often narrow your eyes. In this world, only I know that this is the reason for your intense murderous intent."

  He gazed at Chenlu sharply: "You're actually smiling at him, why?"

  "Xiao Yun, are you eating vinegar?"

  She smiled lightly, and after a while, she gathered her smile: "As you said, to make Lin Yu this cheap woman live worse than death, the best way is to provoke them to kill each other - only by controlling the emperor in my hands can I fulfill my wish!"

  Her tone was icy cold, no longer the gentle and soft smile from just now, elegant and refined, as if it were another person.

  "You've already succeeded... I've watched the Emperor grow up, he's been cautious and never easily trusted anyone since childhood, but he's already fallen for you!"

  "Maybe... look!"

  Chenlu didn't refute, she looked somewhat despondently at the horizon, her throat moved, and she spat out a perfectly intact dan pill.

  "He gave it to me!"

  "Qu Yun took a closer look and was shocked: 'This is the life-saving object he has been carrying with him since childhood, and it's actually given to you!'"

  The dew was just put back in her mouth, with her tongue stirring and dissolving it, letting it melt, she gradually felt a wave of heat.

  "He handed this to me and insisted on watching me take it, but..."

  Her eyes were hazy as if steamed by hot air:

  "Since 'that day', how could I easily swallow anything given by anyone?"

  Qiu Yun listened to this low murmur, her heart aching as if being strangled.

  ****

  On the second day, Chenlu was still resting on her bed when she heard that the palace staff were all talking about how the Emperor had formally received the Tartar envoys in the Taihe Hall.

  The morning dew did not rush forward, she smiled and thought about what a wonderful and lively scene the Golden Hall was at this moment.

  Sunlight shines into the entire bedroom, outside the window spring is bright and beautiful, swallows chirp.

  She slowly got up, letting the maidservants help her put on her undergarments. When they picked up the rouge, hairpins and pearl earrings, she smiled lightly and waved her hand to stop them.

  "I'll come myself!"

  In the mirror, a delicate and tender face is reflected, still pale, but no longer with that pale and illusory complexion. Those clear eyes glance around, and in an instant, they seem like icy jade and snow.

  She didn't even bother to paint her eyebrows or lips, as if she thought the makeup would sully her face. Without a glance, she took matters into her own hands, combed her hair into a bun, and from the tray chose a pale green jade hairpin with a flowing design, which she inserted at an angle among her black locks.

  She put on a cloud and moon palace dress made of thin silk, just like that, leaning casually against the window.

  Mei Gui entered the bedroom and saw this scene.