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Nonetheless, the one who had made the announcement, Xuanyuan, had been thrown into an awkward and helpless situation.
The snow fell heavily that day as the Dahan's King of Han advanced upon the defensive troops of Xuanyuan. Xuanyuan immediately counter-attacked, but it was only for a moment before the King of Han's army forced itself upon them. The Dahan troops that had been stationed at the border were also steadily advancing behind.
They did not attack; however, they were made up of elite and battle-hardened soldiers compared to Xuanyuan's defensive troops, which hadn't had a battle in years and weren't familiar with the terrain—they created a great psychological weight upon them.
The defensive troops swiftly sent a status report back to Kunjing, and the Regent King held a full day's worth of meetings as the court officials sighed hopelessly at the King of Han's shamelessness. Although King Meng's territory was close to the borders of Xuanyuan and Dahan, there was still a distance of several hundred miles. Moreover, who would go hunting during such terrible snowfall? What rabbit were they hunting to kill an entire troop? Was this really hunting? This was an attack!
Dahan's King of Han was even more vicious than the Emperor of Dahan himself, directly stepping onto Xuanyuan's face!
After getting stepped on, Xuanyuan issued an emergency meeting. They cleverly rushed back to look for the Dahan Emperor who was still at Kunjing, only to realize that the person that Xuanyuan Cheng had ordered to be heavily guarded had already disappeared, and nobody knew when he had left.
Finally, Xuanyuan Cheng desperately sent out all of his best generals. Even Lord Tang Rusong came to his aid with his five armies, sending a hundred thousand men to the border to support.
On the day Tang Rusong dispatched his armies, the Regent King sent him off personally, offering him wine. Tang Rusong finished the cup in a single motion and declared, ”I will not retreat until Meng Fuyao is slaughtered!”
At that moment, an arrogant voice traveled over from the harem. ”Empress Yuwen” was tapping on the pear-wood table with her long fingernails as she let out a bright smile and said softly, ”Honey, you're going in the wrong direction.”
The expression in her eyes was probably too sudden and sinister that even from afar, Xuanyuan Min couldn't help but shudder.
Meng Fuyao looked at him and beckoned for him to come over. Xuanyuan Min hurried over instantly and started massaging her legs. Noticing the dirt on his fingernails, Meng Fuyao kicked him away and said, ”Did you steal something from the garden again?”
Xuanyuan Min replied solemnly, ”No, it's been cold recently, and nothing can be grown. I've ordered my men to head out to the market to buy some vegetables for the ladies to plant.”
Meng Fuyao touched her forehead…'Too sentimental, he really is too sentimental.'
Xuanyuan Min smiled and leaned on her knee. ”After Tang Rusong, there are three more, their arms and legs should be cut off at least.”
”Politics is a wonderful thing, it requires gentleness and appearance, don't describe things to be so gory,” rebuked Meng Fuyao. ”Relax, there will eventually be a solution.”
The cross-dresser raised his head and gazed at her. Suddenly, he said, ”Am I on your hit list?”
Meng Fuyao glanced down and warmly met his gaze. She smiled and replied, ”What do you think?”
The cross-dresser smiled and did not answer, instead, changing the topic. ”Can I try to guess who you are?” he asked.
Meng Fuyao grabbed a handful of walnuts and stuffed them into his mouth. ”No,” she said firmly.
The cross-dresser covered his face with his sleeves in anguish and sang, ”The silver river is long and winding, in the palace, the concubine weeps in front of a candle… Your Highness, which fox has stolen your heart again…”
”I'm off to kill a vixen.” Meng Fuyao kicked aside her ”concubine” and said, ”Get lost.”
Her ”concubine” then turned and retreated as a slow and soft voice sang:
”Oh, oh, oh… you… have killed… my… land's… rabbits…”
On the twenty-third day of the twelfth month of the twelfth year of the Zhaoning era, Xuanyuan experienced it's most difficult internal turmoil since its inception.
After getting rid of King Meng of Dahan's rabbit, Shangyuan had suddenly gone against Xuanyuan, raising their suspicions that their Empress Dowager had been killed by Taiyuan's Empress Dowager. Since the Empress Dowager was no longer alive, this revenge would fall upon Xuanyuan. Shangyuan requested that Xuanyuan offer up the culprit and provide an explanation to the King of Shangyuan.