"Although the world has been unified now, there are still people with an undying heart who are always trying to destroy it." Murong Canghai opened the map on the desk and pointed to a corner of it, "Here, a mysterious team appeared...
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"With the prince's reputation so intimidating, it is expected that the remaining small forces will not be able to cause any trouble." Master Yang, who was sitting on the left, said.
The corners of Murong Canghai's cold and charming lips slightly raised, and he said in a tone that must be cold and calm -
"No one in this country is willing to be a slave to the subjugation of the country forever. They want home, and they only call home in their own land. For the sake of home, everyone may risk their lives, so don't be careless."
Mr. Yang blushed and flattered him again, "Yes, what the prince said was timely and the humble minister realized his guilt."
"Pa da." Murong Canghai raised his hand, and an imperial edict fell in front of Master Yang. He said coldly, "Master Yang, let's take a look."
"This is..." Mr. Yang hesitated, then tremblingly bent down and picked up the imperial edict from the ground.
Only the King of Beiyuan dared to throw away the emperor's imperial edict without scruples.
When Mr. Yang saw clearly what was written in the imperial edict, his expression suddenly changed. He immediately knelt down and crawled in front of Murong Canghai, crying with tears and snot in his nose -
"Your Majesty, Wei Chen, Wei Chen knows his crime. Please, Your Majesty, please don't dismiss Wei Chen from his post."
Murong Canghai said coldly, "Come here, take off Mr. Yang's official uniform. From now on, he will be demoted to a commoner and will never be allowed to serve as an official in the court." His voice was as cold as an iceberg, exuding a terrifying force.
"yes!"
"Your Majesty, have mercy on me, Your Majesty, have mercy on me..." Mr. Yang was forced out, but he still refused to give up and turned around with great effort to plead with Murong Canghai.
Murong Canghai glanced at the other important ministers present with his condensed eyes and said, "Our Great Qin does not need such flattery and flattery."
The other three people immediately stood up, bowed and said——
"Your Majesty is wise."
The foreheads of the three people were radiating heat, and their hearts were beating fiercely.
"You're tired. Let's drink some soup first. It's for blood."
At this moment of tension and depression, suddenly, a woman's soft voice came over, and Murong Canghai raised his head and looked over -
He saw Su Yueming walking towards him with a plate in his hand. There was a bowl on the plate, and the bowl was still radiating heat.
And her face showed a serenity and tranquility that he rarely saw.
Although there were people in the study, Su Yueming didn't feel any discomfort at all. He walked up to Murong Canghai generously, bowed slightly, put the bowl on the plate to his hands, and said -
"I just made the chicken soup. I asked the doctor for blood-replenishing medicine. It's the first time I made it. You can try it."
Murong Canghai looked at her. She was so soft and beautiful, and he suspected that she was another person.
Looking up again——
On her head, she carried the step shake he gave her, which swayed gently with her movements, as if it was telling something.
A smile appeared on his face, as bright, dazzling and radiant as a thousand suns.
The several ministers present were all stunned, and then looked at each other in confusion. This was the first time in their lives that they saw Murong Canghai smiling like this, smiling without any burden and so heroic.
In their impression, the face of the King of Beiyuan was always as cold and arrogant as an iceberg, unkind.