After a bargaining, the general's office reached an "agreed" with the court, and let His Highness and Ying Jieyan return to the mansion for the New Year, but the general's office must evacuate twenty miles away from the berth of the court. There was no edict, and Qiongzhou would not allow him to enter without permission. In addition, Qiongzhou would provide 10,000 stones of food for the court, and exchange Zhao Bing and Fu Shuai back. Everyone felt that it was very cheap. Everyone happily picked His Highness and Fu Shuai onto the boat, turned the bow of the boat and sang war songs and went back to the house. But everyone found that His Highness had sat by the porthole and hugged the doll, without saying a word, but he sighed from time to time, as if he was thinking about something.

"Brother Emperor, you have killed me." Zhao Bing looked at the doll in his arms and sighed in his heart. The edict given to him by the little emperor seemed more like a suicide note, and he accepted his identity as more than just a prince. He is now the crown prince and the first heir to the Song Dynasty. For him who doesn't want to take on the mess, it is equivalent to being put on a shackle and can no longer play freely, especially not always thinking about running for himself.

"Oh, I can only hope that the little emperor will live a hundred years old and can pass this level!" As long as the little emperor can survive, Zhao Bing would rather pray ten thousand times a day. Of course, he is not only for him, but also for himself. Only when he lives can he take off the burden of restoring the country. But if history does not change, wouldn't he jump into a pit and bury himself again? The more he thinks about it, the narrower his heart becomes, and he secretly regrets that he softened his heart and agreed to the little emperor and took over the doll.

"But what the little emperor is for? Don't he know what this means?" Zhao Bing turned to the thought of the firm look when the little emperor repeatedly reminded him. Having this edict in his hand can be said to have obtained a pass to the road to the emperor. Even if the little emperor survived and had a son, he could still ascend to the throne.

Zhao Bing thought that the little emperor was more suitable for the dragon throne than himself. Not to mention how he would be in the future, this determination is admirable. He not only bet on his own life but also bet on the fate of his descendants. In addition, Zhao Bing thought that the little emperor might have had a bad premonition and was worried that his life would be long before, so it might be that the imperial power would fall. Two years of emperor life had made him realize that the emperor was just a puppet in the eyes of powerful ministers, and the most important thing was to be obedient, but it didn't matter who he thought. He had already seen that his personality would never succumb to others, so in order to ensure that the imperial power could be continued in their relationship, he made a will early to ensure that he could legally inherit the throne.

The purpose of Zhao Feng's series of actions is to hope that he can restore his country, inherit his ancestors' great cause, and allow the royal blood to continue. However, he is not like himself, but the child's body has the soul of an uncle. This ambition and responsibility can be said to shock Zhao Feng, especially making him unable to calm down, and he had to reconsider and plan his future. However, he did not want to show that secret edict to others, so as not to have "bad intentions" again.

"This guy is pure gold!" Zhao Bing moved the handsome seal tied to his waist and felt aching. Now that the ship was safe, he took it out. He opened the brocade bag and saw a golden light. But it was only one inch square, and about half an inch behind it. It was a crouching tiger seal on it, and it was engraved with Yangwen, which was about the same size as his own seal wearing the King of Wei.

In his previous life, Zhao Bing always thought that the handsome seal was half a foot-sized like the ones performed in the play, and someone held it specifically. When he arrived in this world, he realized that it was not true. If it was a handsome seal made of real gold, he would not be able to hold it alone, and he would not be able to hold it for a long time, let alone use it. The handsome seal was not placed in a stitching manner. It had to be carried around the waist, so it would not be very big. Otherwise, not only people would not be able to stand it, but also the belt would not be able to stand it. This is the origin of "being handsome".

"Your Highness, what are you doing?" Ying Jieyan saw that His Highness was holding a golden seal and tickling it over, rubbing it on his clothes. He didn't know what he was doing, so he came over and asked.

"Let's see if this seal is real gold." Zhao Bing raised his head and smiled.

"What kind of seal is this?" Ying Jieyan was aware of the goods. His grades and official ranks were different, and the materials and sizes of the seals, and even the ribbons were different. He saw the purple ribbon of the golden seal that His Highness fiddled with.

"The Marshal of the World's War!" Zhao Bing rubbed his sleeves again and looked at it carefully in the light of the window. He had never seen gold in his previous life, but now it is different. The gold in his family is worth valuing, and the good and bad can be seen in ten.

"Your Highness, where does this seal come from?" Zhao Bing said a word and scared Ying Jieyan. Everyone in the world knew that the emperor was granted the position of Marshal of the World's Military Capital by Empress Dowager Xie before escaping from Lin'an. His Highness was only the deputy. But now the seal is in the hands of His Highness, so he doubted whether he stole it from the emperor.

"Brother gave it to me!" Zhao Bing said casually.

"The emperor personally gave it to Your Highness?" Ying Jieyan said with a tight expression.

"Yes, Your Majesty made a joke with me and gave it to me." Zhao Bing said with a smile.

"Look at me!" Ying Jieyan frowned and said, seeing His Highness's disapproval.

"Sir, look at it, what's the use of real or fake ones? If it's red gold, you can exchange more silver." Zhao Bing handed it to Ying Jieyan without hesitation. He knew that this handsome seal was not as useful as people thought. It was just a proof of identity, indicating that the wearer's official position and could not really mobilize the army. To transfer the army, it also required the tiger talisman granted by the emperor. Therefore, Zhao Bing was awarded the position of Marshal Du and more honors and status, and it was not really mobilized all the official troops. Otherwise, he had the seal in his hand, and Zhang Shijie and the others would become the commander without a blink of an eye!

"I see this golden seal is indeed true, Zong Bao, please take a look!" Ying Jieyan ignored this prodigal son, took the golden seal and carefully tested it, and handed it to Jiang Xu and said in surprise.

"Well, Fushuai said it well. Judging from the materials and workmanship, they all come from the palace. Your Highness is obtained from His Majesty, so it must be true." Jiang Yan looked at it for a long time and came to the same conclusion as Ying Jieyan.

"It's true. No matter how poor the emperor brother is, he will not be short of this little gold." Zhao Bing said angrily. He just took out this seal. If the edict was revealed, they would not go crazy.

"Congratulations to Your Highness for being the Marshal of the World's Military and Horse Capital!" Ying Jieyan held the golden seal in both hands and bowed to salute.

"Congratulations to Your Highness for being the Marshal of the World's Military and Horse Capital!" Everyone in the cabin hurriedly congratulated him.

"Oh, what's the point of congratulations? This is obviously a pitfall. I'll cheat you too!" Zhao Bing sighed... (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!