"And me!" Murong Dongli also responded with a smile.
"If Your Highness doesn't dislike it, count me in." Jun Rumo also spoke.
Although she is only a teenage girl, what Zi Tong has done in the past few months is enough to make them admire her and they sincerely want to follow her and create a new history.
"Okay!" Zi Tong raised her lips, "I'll do it first out of respect!"
Beichen sat quietly beside her, added a third glass of wine for her, and then whispered, "It's the third glass."
"I know." Zi Tong turned her head and smiled back at him, "This is the last drink."
In front of the people, she is the aloof Queen of Beizhou. In front of her subordinates, she is a decisive and decisive leader. In front of him, she is just a little girl who likes to be pampered by him.
After more than ten days of hard work by Zi Tong and Beichen, the teleportation arrays in all cities in Beizhou have returned to normal, and both national affairs and Beizhou College are on the right track.
It’s time for Zi Tong and Beichen to return to Central Continent.
The eight cities have been unified, the people's sentiments are stable, and all threats have been eliminated. In a short period of time, there will be no more disputes on Beizhou Continent, and the two of them can leave with peace of mind.
That night, Zi Tong held a banquet in the palace and said goodbye to everyone again. The next morning, she took off the black gold dragon robe that symbolized imperial power, put away the purple jade scepter, and changed into the same ordinary black robe as Beichen.
Still tying up her long hair with a gold belt, she left Beizhou again.
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Zhongzhou, Beijia’s backyard.
Mrs. Qingyou quietly listened to the news her men had returned from Beizhou, her face remained calm, but there was unconcealable surprise in her eyes.
"These are all true?!"
"Madam, it's absolutely true. These are all my personal inspections and cannot be faked." The well-dressed maid in front of her said seriously.
"Yes!" Mrs. Qingyou nodded with a smile, "I knew that the woman that my Chen'er likes must not be ordinary."
"Now, not only is Zitong famous in Beizhou, but the young master is also known to everyone. The news of the betrothal gift of a thousand boxes has already spread throughout Beizhou."
Mrs. Qingyou smiled and said, "He is indeed my son. He is really generous enough. Have they set a wedding date?"
"I'm afraid the wedding date will be too early!" The maid frowned slightly, "The purple-eyed girl will not turn fourteen in another month."
After hearing this, Mrs. Qingyou just frowned, "So, don't I have to wait to have my grandson?!"
The maid chuckled softly, "The betrothal gift has already been paid, so why should Madam be anxious? We can wait a year or two at most, and when the purple-eyed girl is older, we can get married and consummate the marriage."
Mrs. Qingyou sighed, there was nothing she could do about it. How could her son fall in love with such a little girl?
However, can this purple-eyed girl endure her son's temper?!
"How do they feel about the two of them?!"
"It's good!" The maid looked envious, "I heard that the young master loves Zi Tong very much. When Zi Tong was hurt, he would protect her with all his clothes on, and he even fed her himself."
"What about Zi Tong? Will he bully Chen'er?" As a mother, Mrs. Qingyou couldn't help but worry about her son when she heard how much her son dotes on Zi Tong.
"Of course not. Although Zi Tong sits on the throne of the Empress, she is not arrogant, and she never bosses around the maids. She is extremely close to the two young masters."