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Chapter 223 Going to Jiangbei

 Zhao Zongheng saw that Siningchi's expression softened slightly, his tone became calmer, he raised his eyes and ordered: "Sweep up the things on the ground."

"Even the queen was alarmed by such a trivial matter." Zhao Zongheng looked at Si Yirong with an unkind expression. He thought that he already knew that this matter must be related to Si Yirong. He held back his anger and stretched out his hand towards Si Ningchi.

Signaling her to come to him.

"Your Majesty, I really have nothing to do. She is my daughter. How can I sit idly by and ignore it?" Si Yirong said with sincerity and heartache. He leaned over and said, "It's all my fault that I didn't teach my daughter strictly. I never thought that she would treat my daughter badly."

The Holy King loves so deeply..."

After going around and around, the words were brought to Zhao Yuanzhen again, as if he was saying that it was only because of the Holy King that his daughter was like this.

Zhao Zongheng's eyes were heavy as he stared at Si Yirong who was speaking, with no emotion on his face.

Si Yirong continued: "I beg the emperor to save my daughter!"

"At present, national affairs should be the top priority in everything." Si Ningchi said slowly: "If you want to abandon the people of Jiangbei because of my sister, my father will not be so selfish and waste the lives of the people, right?"

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"Marquis Cheng Yuan raised an army to rebel, intending to murder the Holy King. He deserves death." Si Ningchi paused for a moment and continued: "The emperor should immediately send troops to reinforce and try to negotiate with Marquis Cheng Yuan. If a war can be avoided, that would be the best option.

Proper."

"Although Jiangbei is located in a remote area, there are tens of thousands of people living in the cities and towns of the prefectures. Once an incident breaks out, it will be the thousands of people who suffer first."

Si Ningchi had a worried look on his face, and his eyes were full of benevolence. He turned to look at Zhao Zongheng and said, "Your Majesty, why don't you send someone to contact Cheng Yuanhou first to find out the details of Cheng Yuanhou?"

Zhao Zongheng didn't understand what Si Ningchi meant. He looked sideways at her and met her eyes for a while before following her words and saying: "The queen means..."

Si Ningchi raised a bright smile and said very sincerely and enthusiastically: "My father is so anxious for my sister. I think I am very qualified for this matter, so why not let my father go to Jiangbei on behalf of the emperor to negotiate with Marquis Chengyuan."<

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"It also satisfies my father's desire to save my daughter. If I go to Jiangbei, I can also check the whereabouts of my sister. This will kill two birds with one stone. It is really appropriate."

After Si Ningchi finished speaking, everyone was dumbfounded.

Zhao Zongheng finally understood what Si Ningchi meant. There were many envoys talking to each other during the battle between the two armies. It was already clear that they were rebelling, so what else is there to talk about?

But the empress's serious words really made them feel that there was some truth to them?

But...

Will the rebels listen?

What if one of them is killed directly?

After all, even the Holy King is pursued and killed, so why can’t an envoy be killed?

Si Yirong also didn't expect that if he went into the palace to beg the emperor, he would beg for trouble for himself. Just when he was about to speak, he saw the emperor snapping at the table and responded: "Yes."

"If Marquis Xiwu can do this for his beloved daughter, he must be willing to take on such an important task for me and for the many people in Jiangbei." Zhao Zongheng looked at Si Yirong with a serious look on his face and said: "Marquis Xiwu, can the people of Jiangbei be able to do this?

As long as it's safe, I'll leave it to you."

"..." Si Yirong's eyes widened in shock, and he hurriedly called: "Your Majesty, your Majesty..."

"What?" Zhao Zongheng frowned: "Compared with your stepdaughter, am I not worthy of Xiwuhou's trip?"

"I don't dare!" Si Yirong hurriedly lowered his head and responded.


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