Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 540: The eldest daughter-in-law of a wealthy family (62)

On the day the sword was forged, the Shangfang ordered a live deer to be used as a test blade. Before the sword reached the deer's head, the sage sighed and said, "This sword may appear to be a weapon of slaughter, but in reality it is a symbol of national security and good fortune."

On the day he ascended the throne, he bestowed upon her the title of Princess, implying that she was "both strong and gentle, and possessed both power and virtue."

When the sword was unsheathed, a chill ran through the room. The princess, holding the sword, smiled and said, "A gift from a sage should be hung in a magnificent hall. How can such a sharp weapon be tainted by worldly dust?" She sheathed it, the golden bell still ringing.

In the end, this sword was kept in the main hall of the Princess's Mansion.

That was Zhao Hui's glory, and it was also a symbol of the imperial power that was like a torch and would always shine on the mountains and rivers.

Zhao Hui was immersed in the glory of the past, but he heard Fu Huaiying say, "But Your Highness, great favors can be like great hatreds. No one wants to live in a state of needing to repay the favors of others, let alone a saint."

Zhao Hui paused, turned to look at Fu Huaiying with an unclear expression.

"Human hearts are fickle, and the emperor's favor is like the tide, rising and falling."

Fu Huaiying said, "If Your Highness wants the Saint to remember his past kindness, you must be extremely careful in your future actions. If you make a mistake, you will be in danger."

Zhao Hui smiled, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or at others.

She is the sharpest sword in the hands of a saint, pointed at the enemy when needed, and put into the scabbard and put away when not needed.

Fu Huaiying added, "If the princess doesn't want her fate in the hands of others, there is actually another way."

Zhao Hui looked at her when he heard that.

Fu Huaiying looked at the Zhaoyang Sword in her hand and said, "Your Highness, take this sword, enter the imperial city, and purge the emperor's court."

Zhao Hui's expression changed immediately. She lowered her brows, her eyes fixed on Fu Huaiying, and her tone was filled with cruel frost.

"Madam Fu, do you know what you are talking about?"

Zhao Hui's tone was calm, but every word he said was full of majesty, like a sharp sword hanging over Fu Huaiying's head.

However, the person opposite remained calm and still had the smile that was unique to "Madam Fu".

With a pair of naturally smiling eyes, he uttered shocking and outrageous words.

Zhao Hui knew that she was smart, but he never thought that she would dare to think such things. This made Zhao Hui a little unable to see through her.

The phoenix eyes narrowed, as if trying to see something from her eyes.

Fu Huaiying simply said slowly, "The wisdom of a wise ruler lies not in power and schemes, but in the people. Only when the ruler and his subjects rule with the people as their foundation can the world be at peace."

"Your Highness understands this principle, but the one who sits on the throne doesn't."

"Your Highness, you understand this, don't you? Without the support of his ministers, given his mediocrity, he wouldn't be able to sit firmly on the throne, let alone be a wise ruler."

"--shut up!"

A white light flashed before his eyes, and the next moment the cold and sharp sword blade was against Fu Huaiying's neck.

Zhao Hui frowned and looked murderous. If Fu Huaiying dared to say another word, the sword in Zhao Hui's hand would cut her neck.

"I didn't know that Madam Fu was so bold as to sow discord between me and the Saint."

"It's not provocative."

The coldness of the sword blade was right next to her neck, but Madam Fu was not panicked at all, as if the thing on her neck was not a sword that could cut through iron like mud.

Zhao Hui only saw that the other party still had a half-smile on his face, and even walked towards her leisurely step by step.

The soft skin was only a hair's length away from the blade.

Fu Huaiying let the knife point to his neck, and under Zhao Hui's gaze, he gradually shortened the distance between them.

In the center of the hall behind him stood a three-legged gilded bronze tripod. Agarwood from Jiaozhi was burning in the tripod all day long, with curling green smoke and a fragrant aroma.

The incense gave Zhao Hui a headache, and the people in front of him looked like bewitching monsters emerging from the smoke.

"Aren't you afraid that if my hand shakes, your life will end today?"

Zhao Hui looked at Fu Huaiying with a smile, and put the tip of the knife directly against the other's neck.

"If Your Highness wants to kill me, why bother telling me so much?"

There was only an arm's length between the two of them.

"Your Highness might as well think carefully about what I said."

"The capable are promoted, the average are given way, and the mediocre are demoted. This is an eternal truth."

"Your Highness, though both are descendants of the late emperor, is superior in intelligence, courage, and imperial strategy."

"Is it just because Your Highness is a woman? Just because of the difference in gender?"

"The laws of heaven and earth have never stipulated that the True Dragon Emperor must be a man."

"Your Highness, you might as well ask yourself whether you are willing to accept this."

Fu Huaiying looked at Zhao Hui with a gentle and calm tone.

"I'm not saying this for myself, nor for Your Highness. I simply believe from the bottom of my heart that Your Highness is a wiser ruler than even a saint."

"Your Highness, perhaps the Saint will remember your merits now, but not necessarily in the future."

“If you want to avoid being at the mercy of others, you must take your destiny into your own hands.”

"If Your Highness is hesitant, you might as well look up. Destiny will tell You what to choose."

...

After Fu Huaiying left, Zhao Hui ordered everyone in the hall to leave.

By the way, extinguish the agarwood burning in the incense burner.

The maids, who dared not even make a sound, extinguished their incense and left. They had been rigorously trained and would not reveal a single thing that happened in the hall to outsiders.

Zhao Hui was about to sheath the sword when he saw two drops of blood on the blade.

A bright red bead was on the snow-white blade. When she lifted it up and looked closely, the bead slid along the blade to the hilt, lighting up the dragon's eye on it.

Zhao Hui picked up a towel from the table to wipe himself dry. Just as he was about to put his sword back into its scabbard, he suddenly looked up as if inspired.

Right above the sword is the most important plaque in the hall, with the four big characters "Mandate from Heaven" written on it.

Those who receive orders from heaven will live long and prosperous lives.

That is the seal of the imperial seal, and also the plaque written by the late emperor himself.

Zhao Hui stood under the plaque with an expressionless face for a long time.

Finally a decision was made.

...

Zhao Hui has been waiting for the saint to make the final judgment.

However, she did not wait for news from the saint, but instead waited for news from the prince consort.

Wei Ning made great contributions in the case of Prince Changping and was promoted to the first rank and became the Dushui Envoy.

After he finished supervising the water conservancy project in Langzhou, he was taking a boat to Jingzhou when he was suddenly robbed and killed by water bandits. He fell into the water and disappeared during the fight.

It was already the third day after the incident when the news reached the capital.

Zhao Hui, who was imprisoned in the mansion, was relieved when he learned about this.

It seems that the saint has made his decision.

In this case, no matter what Zhao Hui does, it is understandable.

She immediately wrote a letter and secretly sent it to the Wei family, ordering Wei Changheng not to leave the house no matter what happened and to stay at home to take care of Zhao Ying.

Then he called Fu Huaiying into the Princess's Mansion.

When Fu Huaiying received the post, he understood that Zhao Hui had made the decision.

Fu Huaiying did not go, but wrote a letter back and asked Lanxiang to take it to the eldest princess.