My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

When did these two people start colluding together?

Qiu Hao, as the Minister of War, and given that the position of Minister of War is one of the most important within the six departments, is not a role just anyone can hold.

One must be loyal to Great Zhou, loyal to the Emperor Zhou.

In terms of personal character, having undergone Emperor Zhou Wu Shang's numerous tests, Qiu Hao presumably doesn't have any major issues.

But why would Qiu Hao help bring about such a matter?

Does he truly believe...

That without mobilizing the border army, they won't be able to deal with Great Yuan?

Empress Wang felt that the whole matter was utterly absurd.

Yet she also felt that what Qiu Hao did made some sense.

After massaging her temples,

Empress Wang collected herself and began discussing various other major and minor matters with the court officials.

At this point,

The conflicts and gazes within the Council Hall finally shifted away from Qiu Hao and Wu Ling.

After the court meeting concluded,

Wu Ling and Qiu Hao left the grand hall one after the other.

"Crown Prince, as you head to the frontline, I hope that the Crown Prince takes good care of himself,"

"If the situation is unavoidable, I alone shall bear the responsibility."

Qiu Hao stopped in his tracks and turned to speak to Wu Ling.

Wu Ling looked at Qiu Hao, her expression unchanged, simply nodding her head slightly as she walked past him at a leisurely pace.

Heading towards the Crown Prince East Palace.

Inside the Crown Prince East Palace, after packing her baggage, Wu Ling called over a Palace Maid.

"Go to Duke Zhen's Mansion, tell the Princely Heir that I will be leaving the Capital city today."

The Palace Maid nodded promptly upon hearing this and quickly left.

After the Palace Maid was gone,

Wu Ling stood up and changed into a new set of robes, then, accompanied by her entourage, she headed towards the Imperial Palace gates.

At that moment,

The sun was shining just right.

The sunlight filtered through the layers of clouds, casting reflections on Wu Ling's golden armor.

Outside the Imperial Palace, the arrayed army was meticulously prepared, flags flying valiantly, warhorses neighing.

Under the watchful eyes of countless soldiers, Wu Ling's figure slowly emerged.
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Wu Ling did not issue any rallying cries or deliver any lofty speeches; given her current identity and status, in the hearts of many soldiers, aside from being of noble birth, she offered nothing else for them to admire.

Wu Ling slowly climbed onto her warhorse.

Mounted on the horse,

She glanced sideways, casting a look in the direction of Duke Zhen's Mansion.

But she did not see any figure appearing.

The light in Wu Ling's clear eyes dimmed subtly as she considered the time; her Palace Maid should have reached Duke Zhen's Mansion by now and relayed the news of her imminent departure to the Princely Heir.

If the Princely Heir still hadn't shown up by now,

Perhaps he was not going to come after all.

Wu Ling felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment, and suddenly, she cracked her whip.

"Let's go!"

With a low shout,

The horse kicked up dust as they raced off.

Wu Ling made her move, and the troops gathered near the Imperial Palace set off in a grand procession.

They marched on,

Leaving the Capital city.

The sunlight bathed the earth, and the battle flags fluttered in the wind.

The procession was vast—tens of thousands strong—with footsteps that sounded like drums shaking the earth and stirring people's hearts.

It was apparent,

That most of the troops Wu Ling brought on this expedition possessed considerable strength; in fact, they could be described as elite forces.

Wu Ling, seated on her warhorse, gazed into the distance, and at that moment, she suddenly felt something above her head blocking the sunlight.

The world seemed to darken.

"What is that?"

"Is that Duke Zhen's Mansion's Flying Boat??"

"Hiss, look, it seems like the Town-Nation Duke's Heir is on it!"

At that moment, the surprised exclamations of numerous soldiers reached Wu Ling's ears.

Wu Ling raised her eyes to look up into the sky.

With just one glance, she saw a Flying Boat so large it almost blotted out the sun, slowly descending overhead.

Scanning the Flying Boat, Wu Ling quickly noticed on the deck a figure standing with hands behind his back, an exceptionally graceful and distinguished young noble.

"The Princely Heir?"

Wu Ling exclaimed in surprise.

"Why has he come?"

"I thought he wouldn't come."

The moment Wu Ling saw Cheng Guang, her heart inexplicably sped up a bit; she was somewhat happy but also somewhat bewildered and concerned.

As soon as the Flying Boat reached a certain height,

Cheng Guang leapt down from it, immediately retracting the Flying Boat and landing steadily not far from Wu Ling.

Wu Ling looked at Cheng Guang, then surveyed her surroundings.

She noticed that among those who had disembarked the Flying Boat,

Besides Cheng Guang, there was no one else.

Not even a glimpse of Cheng Zhihai or any strong member of the Bureau of the Lamp.

"Princely Heir, are you alone?"

Wu Ling asked, puzzled.

Cheng Guang chuckled and nodded, "I alone am enough."

Wu Ling, unconvinced, nodded.

She could sense that the aura emanating from Cheng Guang was not even as strong as her own.

So she didn't take his words seriously.

While riding, she furrowed her brows and slowly pondered.

Seeing Wu Ling had little desire to chat, Cheng Guang did not mind; he once again summoned the Flying Boat, flying high into the air, and headed towards the frontline battlefield in the distance.