Zhao Ying was silent for a moment: "I am a woman!"

"Who says a woman can't?!"

Zhou Qiuning laughed, and his eyes were full of disdain: "Is there a rule in the law of Da Zhao?"

There is indeed no provisions in the law of Da Zhao, but ...

Zhao Ying was silent.

After half a noise, she shook her head: "Impossible, I have no precedent for women, and I have never been ..." Since ancient times ... "

"No since ancient times, can you start from you?"

Zhou Qiu Ning sneered: "So hesitated, you are not Zhao Ying I know. Did you not think so?"

Zhao Ying silently shook his head: "I can't!"

Women are emperors?

Scary!

She has never heard of it and never thought about it.

She never thought about being an emperor.

"Others can't do it, but you are different!"

Zhou Qiuning stared at her: "You are Zhao Ying, you are the long princess of Dazhao!"

"Since ancient times, there is no precedent for women, why can't you open this precedent?"

"If you want to stop the war between Zhao Jing and Zhao Qi, this is the only thing you can do at the moment. Get rid of Zhao Jing, ascend the throne as emperor, and restore peace to your country... You can only do this if you ascend the throne and take power!

"

Zhou Qiuning spoke word by word.

Zhao Ying's eyes were confused and she looked into the distance.

She may be right!

If you want to stop this, you must take power. If you want to take power, you must...

"Can you bear to see the country of Dazhao fall into turmoil? Can you bear to see these people of yours having their families destroyed and displaced because of the internal strife of your Zhao family?"

"All your hesitation will only plunge your people into greater disaster. As the eldest princess of Zhao, you shoulder the mission and responsibility!"

Zhou Qiuning stared at Zhao Ying fiercely: "If you want to stop this, you must do this!"

Zhao Ying was silent.

Zhou Qiuning's words seemed to touch the deepest feelings in her heart.

only……

"I probably can't do it!"

Zhao Ying's voice was deep.

"No, you can do it!"

Zhou Qiuning looked at her and said, "I believe you!"

"You are different from others. You are the eldest princess of Zhao. You also have the blood of the Zhao family... and more importantly, you have Qin Tiansi!"

"Qin Tiansi was established by you. Even if it falls into the hands of Zhao Jing now, your prestige within Qin Tiansi is unshakable, and Qin Tiansi's status in the world cannot be doubted..."

"You have the opportunity and ability to change everything, it just depends on whether you want to do it or not!"

Zhou Qiuning also looked into the distance with her hands behind her back.

At this moment, her face seemed to be filled with a look of deep thought.

"This chaotic war cannot be ended in a short time. In less than a month, the war will spread to Nanzhou and endanger Zhongzhou. By then, I am afraid that even if you have the intention, you will not be able to do it in time!"

Having said this, Zhou Qiuning turned around and looked at her again, with a smile on his face: "Don't forget, there is Beizhou..."

"The old party of Northern Qi is still keeping an eye on you. Once you break up the Zhao Dynasty, Beizhou will definitely not be protected..."

Perhaps it was these words that completely moved Zhao Ying.

Her eyes became serious.

Yes, there is also the old Northern Qi Party!

They still haven't eradicated it, they...

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in Zhao Ying's mind.

A familiar figure.

My mind trembled slightly.

"Beiqi...Prince?"

A brief hint of gloom passed by, and Zhao Ying regained her composure.

As if thinking of something, Zhao Ying suddenly looked back at her: "Why do you want to help me?"

If she remembers correctly, Zhou Qiuning was once a subordinate of Zhao Jing?

"I didn't help you!"

Zhou Qiuning spoke in a relaxed tone, smiled at her, looked into the distance, and said lightly: "I just want to see if Dazhao can produce a female emperor..."

"I think this will be interesting, right?"

"..."

Beijing.

Health Palace!

The silent hall, the scent of sandalwood lingers!

Zhao Jing, wearing a purple and gold dragon robe, knelt and sat in front of the temple with a pious expression.

He clasped his hands together and after a long silence, he slowly opened his eyes.

Staring at the Buddha statue in front of me, there was a hint of light in the gloomy eyes. As if thinking of something, he sighed softly.

"Father, I suddenly understand you a little bit!"

Zhao Jing murmured to himself.

He had never believed in gods and Buddhas before, and scorned his father's pursuit of immortality.

From ancient times to the present, how can there be any immortal people?

So many emperors spent their whole lives pursuing immortality, but in the end, who actually achieved immortality?

Zhao Jing prides himself on being sober and never believes in any gods or Buddhas. He always firmly believes that fate should be in his own hands.

My destiny is up to me!

But now...

Following the emperor's uncle's rebellion, various parts of Jokhang fell into war.

Daily war reports continue to come in. People everywhere are displaced, thieves are increasing, local government order is broken, and the national treasury is in crisis...

All kinds of bad news kept coming, making him very anxious!

He tried very hard to solve all these problems, but found that there was no way to deal with the mess in front of him.

Prince Zhaonan's men and horses are eyeing him, coveting his position in the court. They cannot suppress the rebel army, and everything else is empty talk!

Zhao Jing, who was in dire straits, gradually began to doubt himself amid constant failures and helplessness.

He began to doubt his abilities!

Can he seriously be a good emperor?

No answer!

But in the past, he firmly believed that my fate was up to me, but now, for some unknown reason, he suddenly felt a little more relieved!

Perhaps worshiping Buddha devoutly is not just for praying to heaven!

My father’s pursuit of immortality is not really for immortality!

All he wants is peace of mind!

yes!

Peace of mind!

Although he knew that it was impossible to live forever, his father still held on to the slightest illusion and found excuses for himself to make himself feel at ease.

And what about him?

Isn’t what we are doing again exactly what our father has done?

Zhao Jing was silent, his eyes becoming more and more confused.
To be continued...