My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Sir Qiu mobilized all the military forces along the border of Great Zhou, heading to the frontline to confront Great Yuan.

As the border army had just been deployed and had not yet achieved much, it was rendered meaningless by the intervention of the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, who repelled the Sky-Man of Great Yuan.

In this way, Sir Qiu's actions seemed to be of no significance.

Empress Wang understood that if the Town-Nation Duke's Heir had not taken action, if the Sky-Man of Great Yuan had not been repelled by him, Great Yuan would not have retreated.

At that time,
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the border army that had just been redirected might indeed have become Great Zhou's last straw of survival.

Otherwise, even if Great Zhou survived under the Iron Cavalry of Great Yuan, the dynasty would still be greatly weakened.

Thinking of this, Empress Wang slowly took a breath and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Sir Qiu, you speak amiss," she said.

"His Majesty has established the Crown Prince, not the future emperor. If the Crown Prince is capable of bearing the burden, then he can naturally succeed the throne normally."

"However, as for Wu Ling, her qualifications, knowledge, and cultivation are all insufficient to become the emperor of our Great Zhou Dynasty."

Before Empress Wang finished speaking,

numerous ministers echoed in agreement.

Sir Qiu slightly furrowed his brow and then spoke again, "Empress Mother, Wu Ling's qualifications might have been deemed insufficient, but this time, representing His Majesty on the campaign, she went to the frontline and repelled Great Yuan; how can we not say she has performed a great service?"

Empress Wang glanced at Sir Qiu and then asked:

"Who deserves the merit, is there any doubt between you and me?"

Upon hearing this, Sir Qiu frowned as if in pain, his brow deeply creased, at a loss for words.

Because Sir Qiu knew.

This time Great Yuan has retreated.

Although Wu Ling had considerable wit herself, who would expect the Town-Nation Duke's Heir to suddenly step in?

Had the Town-Nation Duke's Heir not emerged, allowing Wu Ling to personally lead Great Zhou's armies in a fight to the death against Great Yuan, it might have greatly enhanced Wu Ling's prestige.

In that case, the only downside would have been that many people in Great Zhou would have died, and they might have lost.

But the path to the throne for Wu Ling, becoming the emperor of Great Zhou, was almost certain.

Now with the current situation,

it's hard to say whether it is good or bad.

Sir Qiu himself was not sure.

As he pondered in his heart, he stopped speaking further.

He stood down and maintained silence.

After Sir Qiu ceased to speak, the air briefly returned to a quiet state.

However, thanks to Sir Qiu's interruption, those ministers and senior officials who previously had reservations about Empress Wang's semi-coercive ways of buying off Court officials to support Prince Wu Ming's ascension were no longer able to sit still.

They spoke up one after another,

saying that choosing a sovereign should be based first on propriety, second on virtue, and third on conduct.

To rashly establish Wu Ming as sovereign, especially when there was a Crown Prince, was obviously improper.

Seeing this, Empress Wang did not have an extreme reaction as she had anticipated this.

To establish Wu Ming as emperor was not such an easy affair.

Empress Wang sighed inwardly, realizing that even if she hastily clarified the opinions of the other consort ladies and princes, wanting to ignore Wu Ling and make Wu Ming emperor was not something that could be achieved in one fell swoop.

At this moment, Empress Wang also lost the desire to continue with the council, and shifting the topic, she gave a few instructions on some trivial matters before waving for everyone to leave.

The numerous officials could tell that Empress Wang was not in a particularly good mood at this time.

Not daring to speak further, after bowing in leave-taking, they slowly exited the Council Hall.

The various Noble Consorts by Empress Wang's side also rose to their feet.

"This time sister has given a lot, but the objective has not been met; who knew Wu Ling would suddenly encounter such an accident."

"However, considering that child Wu Ling is not able to turn the tide, the throne will ultimately still fall into the hands of Wu Ming."

"When Wu Ming eventually becomes emperor, I hope sister will remember the promises made to us," they said, one after the other.

Several Noble Consorts conversed with Empress Wang without waiting for her response,

and then they successively left the hall.

Mr. Cheng, standing on the side, upon seeing this, didn't need to think to know that Empress Wang must have used some means or interest exchange to secure the support of the other consort ladies and their backing powers for Wu Ming's ascension.

If it were not for Great Yuan's retreat,

Wu Ling's reputation would be quite favorable.

Perhaps Empress Wang's goal would have been achieved.

Even though there was opposition in the Court, Empress Wang would still press on with Wu Ming, lifting him, the Prince Wu Ming, to the throne.

Mr. Cheng's eyes lowered as he understood it all; just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly heard a voice behind him call out,

Stopping him.

It was Empress Wang's voice.

"Mr. Cheng, please wait," she said.

Upon hearing the call from Empress Wang, Mr. Cheng paused in his steps, then turned to look at Empress Wang, with a timely look of puzzlement on his face.

"Empress Mother, what is it?" he asked.

Empress Wang stood up from her seat and walked slowly up to Mr. Cheng.

As Empress Wang approached Mr. Cheng, she also brought along a pleasant fragrance.

That pleasant aroma filled Mr. Cheng's nostrils—pleasant but not overpowering.

Mr. Cheng subtly stepped back without a trace, his face showing no change in emotion, as he respectfully bowed to Empress Wang.