Seeing the panic on everyone's silent faces, Yelu Dunbari had already guessed what they were thinking.
He chuckled, picked up the wine bottle, and said to everyone: "My dear friends! I know that you are all feeling quite guilty about the token. I will tell you today that the token is useless——"
Before he finished speaking, everyone in the hall was already whispering to each other.
Yeludunbari's words made Chaganbari feel relieved, but he couldn't figure out why the token became useless?
Just as he was about to ask a few questions, Orihemu had already opened his mouth.
"Father, I don't understand why the token has become useless?"
Yelu Dunbari waved his hand and smiled slightly, "The uncle of the previous dynasty is now in the sky prison. If we can completely make him submit to Beidi, will we worry about being able to win over those cabinet ministers of the previous dynasty? Cabinet ministers. If the minister takes it down, then the rest of the minions will be out of the question!"
So it turned out to be the case. After hearing this, everyone suddenly realized that only Yelu Daiqin had more doubts on his face.
If you have such a plan, then why do you want to bring the former Princess Hua Hairan back to the palace? He even threatened that she had a future?
He suddenly felt that he could not figure out his father's thoughts.
He wanted to ask, but the identity of the former princess was too sensitive, and he almost made a big mistake in the camp and was found out.
At this moment, he didn't even want to show his concern for the former princess in public, lest he cause trouble.
These doubts were not only shared by Yelvdaiqin, but also by Errihemu. However, his temperament had always been careless, so he didn't have so many worries.
"Father." He asked directly to Yelu Dunbari, "In that case, why did you bring the former princess back to the palace? Why didn't you let your servants stab her to death on the spot! You don't know, that bitch... So cunning! She—"
When they were in the camp, Jing Huahan promised him to rub the words on the token in order to save Qing'e's life. Looking at Jing Huahan's sad eyes, Errihemu was temporarily bewitched, so he believed her words and did not hurt her again. Qing'e.
But after it was revealed that Jing Hua Hairan escaped at night with Qi He, his love for Jing Hua Hairan almost disappeared.
At this moment, he only thought that Jing Huahan was a snake with a beautiful face.
Being teased by Jinghua Hairpin, he felt that he had lost all face in front of his subordinates.
Therefore, he became uncontrollably murderous towards Jinghua Hairpin.
But before Errihemu could finish speaking, Yelu Dunbari raised his voice and interrupted his words. His tone was even a bit displeased, but he did not accuse Errihemu.
"She's just a princess from the previous dynasty, a female prostitute! What kind of trouble can she make?"
"I plan to keep her in the palace for now. As for how to deal with it - there is no need to make a decision in a hurry -"
Suddenly, everyone in the hall began to whisper with strange expressions.
Raised in the palace? Yelu Daiqin's hand shook and he almost got burned by the milk tea in the cup.
Why does this sound so wrong? If he remembered correctly, his father ordered the former princess to be stabbed to death on the spot! When did this tone change? Why did it change?
For a moment, he was even more confused.
He raised his eyes to look at his father's unsmiling face, and a dirty suspicion arose in his mind.
At that moment, he didn't know whether he was angry or jealous, and his cheeks turned red from holding back.
Seeing his father's face sinking, Orihemu curled his lips in disbelief, "But -"
"No need!" Yelu Dunbari didn't give him a chance to speak at all. "I-I'm a little tired, so I'll go back first. You can enjoy it slowly. There will be singing and dancing later."
The emperor had said this, and everyone did not dare to criticize anymore, so they had to stand up one after another, "Congratulations to the emperor——"
Yelu Dunbari had already taken a few steps to the back of the palace, but after a pause, he turned back and raised his hand. His voice was not loud, which was the unique aura of a superior person.
"There are no outsiders at the table today. They are all relatives and nobles. I would like to say a few words at last. Now that I have come to the Central Plains, I will continue to follow the old system of the previous dynasty. After the year, I will only need to change the year name, and the system of each department of the imperial court will remain unchanged."
"However, there is one thing that I value most. Each and every one of you should get rid of the brute strength in your body! Zhongyuan Chongwen, don't be too rough! Only in this way will the people here no longer reject us from the bottom of their hearts!"
"After all, our means of seizing the throne are too disgraceful, and we must use virtue to transform the people!"
Everyone nodded, "Yes -"
Jingyang Palace
Jinghua Hairpin walked slowly around the hall, touching here and there with red eyes, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.
Qing'e couldn't stand it any longer, so she held the Jinghua hairpin and walked inside, "Princess, you'd better go back to the bed and lie down. Don't look back and catch a cold."
Jing Huahan understood that Qing'e didn't want her to be too sad anymore.
Qing'e didn't know that the sadness had already been buried deep in her heart. She knew that there was no use in being sad about the spring and autumn here.
She walked inside as she was told, and the sunlight shone on the blue-gray floor tiles through the diamond-paned windows, creating a thin layer of gray mist wherever her footsteps touched.
The sunshine was so dazzling that it made people feel a little warm just by looking at it. Jing Huahan couldn't help but raise his eyes and look outside.
But this time, he saw the guards guarding the verandah.
He has a Dajing face, but the clothes he wears are no longer Dajing robes.
One step at a time, there are many troops, and it seems that there are no shortage of troops.
Jing Huahan smiled coldly, indicating that she was being guarded like a prisoner.
"——He is really an emperor and a courtier——" She turned back and continued walking inside with leisurely steps, infinite sadness arose in her heart.
Qing'e also rolled her eyes at the window and murmured coldly, "They are all a bunch of profit-seeking people! They have forgotten the Emperor's grace so quickly! They are wearing the robes of an enemy country to guard you, the princess - their hearts are made of iron of!"
Jing Huahan smiled again but did not respond.
After all, they are just paid pawns. In every family, there is an old mother and children and grandchildren, all waiting to open their mouths to eat!
For them, as long as they are given money, what is the name of the country and who will sit on the throne? How can it be so important? Where can I care about the previous grace?
They had to live - therefore, Jing Huahan had no hatred towards their choices.
What she hates is herself, and she can only hate herself.
As a princess, she is still alive, so what qualifications does she have to ask others? I don’t have that face!
But the scene she just saw deeply stimulated her, and made her even more anxious to return to the country.
But inadvertently, the dull pain in the wound on her arm reminded her of that familiar face, the face that made her so conflicted that she didn't dare to face it.
She paused, but couldn't help but ask, "Has he ever come to see me after I bit my tongue and passed out?"
Qing'e never expected that Jinghua Hairpin would ask such a question, and she couldn't help but be stunned for a while.
