Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

The Third Prince hurriedly nodded. “Mother, don’t worry. I will definitely do it. However, most of the old officials in the court are on the Crown Prince’s side now. What should I do?”

Consort De cursed angrily. “Those old farts are used to changing their tune.

They don’t have any foresight. Just you wait. When my son ascends the throne,

I will definitely not let them off easily!”

The Third Prince also agreed. “They dare to look down on me. I won’t let them off in the future! However…

The Third Prince was a little doubtful. “The Crown Prince was able to win the hearts of those old men because of Jian Qingqing. If it wasn’t for the high production of grain and Jian Qingqing, the Crown Prince would have been pulled down by me long ago!”

Speaking of this, the two of them had a face full of resentment. “Yes, at that time, because of the Crown Prince’s lack of descendants, the group of ministers had long been dissatisfied with him. Who would have thought that Jian Qingqing, who came with high-yield grain, would help him secure his position!”

“However, my son, don’t worry. Mother will definitely help you. That little b*tch was only lucky enough to find high-yield grain. She doesn’t have any ability. Giving her the status of a Princess is already flattering her. She will eventually marry someone. Why don’t you take her in and let her give birth to your child? Wouldn’t her heart depend on you then? When the time comes, I’ll leave the matter of high-yield grain to you. Aren’t you afraid that His Majesty won’t depose the Crown Prince and let you take over?”

The Third Prince’s eyes lit up, and he said in surprise, “Mother, is that okay? Is that sl*t really willing to be my concubine?”

Consort De patted his hand and said, “Silly son, the status of a concubine is too low. Although that little sl*t is only worthy of this low status, she is still a Princess personally conferred by His Majesty. If you only let her be a concubine, it will make His Majesty lose face. Don’t you have a secondary concubine who hasn’t given birth to an Imperial Grandson for a year? Why don’t you divorce that concubine and let that sl*t be your concubine?”

“Consort Mother, your idea is really brilliant!” The Third Prince said happily. “However, Jian Qingqing and Ming Zhiyan are engaged. Will Imperial Father retract his order and let her marry me?”

Speaking of Ming Zhiyan, Consort De’s face was full of resentment. Back then, Ming Zhiyan killed her nephew, but the Emperor did not do anything about it!

She sneered. “If he dies on the battlefield, that little sl*t will have to marry you! It’s just that you have to suffer, my son. You have to marry such an engaged woman. I don’t even know what that sl*t did with that b*stard.”

The Third Prince was shocked. He looked around and found that everyone present was his mother’s confidant. He was relieved and said, “Consort Mother, do you have any ideas?”

Consort De had a meaningful expression on her face. “You’ll know when the

time comes, my son.”

This war not only brought back news of victory, but also some shocking data.

In this battle, one-fourth of the Crown Prince’s army had died, making a total of more than 30,000 people.

There were too many of them, so there was no way to bring their bodies back. They could only bury them on the spot and set up a collective tombstone at the border.

Other than the 30,000 soldiers who had died, the remaining 80,000 soldiers had suffered many injuries.

The more serious cases were those with broken arms and legs. These soldiers could no longer go to the battlefield and could only be properly arranged by the Imperial Court.

If it was in other countries, these soldiers would be abandoned. They would be given some silver coins and then rush home.