"I obey your order!" Wang Jian took the order excitedly and left.

Ying Yuan looked at Wang Jian's departing back, his heart full of anticipation. He knew that this war would determine the future of the Qin Dynasty and the fate of him as the emperor.

A few months later, Wang Jian led an army of 100,000 and marched north to engage in a fierce battle with the Huns.

Although Ying Yuan was in the palace, he kept an eye on the battle situation on the front line. He received war reports from Wang Jian every day, and the frequent victories made him very happy.

However, the good times did not last long. A month later, Ying Yuan received a shocking news: Wang Jian was ambushed by the Xiongnu and was seriously injured, with his life or death in danger!

Ying Yuan suddenly felt dizzy, he couldn't believe it was true. Wang Jian was a pillar of the Qin Dynasty, if anything happened to him, it would be a huge loss for the Qin Dynasty!
"Come here!" Ying Yuan suppressed the grief in his heart and shouted loudly, "Prepare the horses, I want to lead the army in person!"

"Your Majesty, you absolutely cannot do this!" The ministers tried to dissuade him, "Your Majesty is worth a fortune, how can you take risks so easily?"

"I have made up my mind, no need to say more!" Ying Yuan said firmly, "I will go to the front line myself to avenge General Wang Jian!"

Seeing that their persuasion was ineffective, the ministers had to give up.

Ying Yuan rode a war horse and led the imperial troops, galloping all the way to the northern front.

Along the way, Ying Yuan was extremely anxious. He wished he could grow wings and fly to Wang Jian.

A few days later, Ying Yuan finally arrived at the front line. He did not take time to rest and immediately went to Wang Jian's camp.

When he saw Wang Jian lying on the hospital bed, Ying Yuan could no longer hold back his tears.

"General Wang..." Ying Yuan choked up and said, "How are you?"

Wang Jian opened his eyes weakly and saw Ying Yuan. A relieved smile appeared on his face, "Your Majesty...you are here..."

"General Wang, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you!" Ying Yuan clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger.

"Your Majesty... I am afraid... I can't do it anymore..." Wang Jian said intermittently, "I have a request..."

"General Wang, please tell me. I will definitely agree to your request!"

"This old minister... hopes... that Your Majesty... can... marry... this old minister's daughter... Wang Zhaojun..."

Ying Yuan was stunned. He didn't expect Wang Jian to make such a request.

Of course he knew Wang Zhaojun. She was the apple of Wang Jian's eye and a famous talented woman in Qin, with a stunning beauty.

Ying Yuan has always had a good impression of her, but due to his status, he has never revealed it.

Now, Wang Jian actually proposed to marry his daughter to him, which made him both surprised and moved.

"General Wang, I promise you!" Ying Yuan said solemnly, "I will definitely take good care of Zhaojun!"

When Wang Jian heard Ying Yuan's promise, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and then he slowly closed his eyes.

"General Wang!" Ying Yuan cried out in grief, but he knew that Wang Jian had left this world forever.

Ying Yuan suppressed the grief in his heart and ordered the entire army to attack and engage in a decisive battle with the Huns!

He led the charge and vented all his anger on the Huns. Under the heroic fighting of the Qin soldiers, the Huns were defeated step by step and were finally completely defeated!

Ying Yuan looked at the defeated Xiongnu army, and his heart was filled with lofty ambitions. He looked up to the sky and roared, his voice resounding through the sky!
"Those who offend my country, the Qin Dynasty, will be punished no matter how far away they are!"

Ying Yuan looked at Wang Jian's body with mixed feelings. Promising to marry Wang Zhaojun was one thing, but losing Wang Jian, a close minister, was a huge blow to the Qin Dynasty. He took a deep breath and suppressed his sadness. Now was not the time for sentimental love. He had to lead the Qin Dynasty out of its predicament.

Ying Yuan ordered a grand funeral for Wang Jian and personally carried his coffin. The army returned to the court in triumph. Along the way, Ying Yuan was silent, his mind full of how to govern the country and how to make Qin stronger. He even began to doubt whether it was the right decision for him to lead the army in person. If he hadn't come, Wang Jian might not have died.

After returning to the palace, Ying Yuan immediately summoned Wang Zhaojun. Sitting on the dragon throne, he looked at the beautiful and elegant woman in front of him, and a ripple appeared in his heart.

"Zhaojun," Ying Yuan's voice was low and hoarse, "I know your father...General Wang's last wish. I promised him that I would take good care of you."

Wang Zhaojun bowed gracefully, her voice as clear as a yellow oriole, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"I want to make you the queen, are you willing?" Ying Yuan asked directly.

Wang Zhaojun was slightly stunned, then lowered her head and said softly: "Your Majesty, I will obey your majesty's arrangements in everything."

Ying Yuan looked at her shy appearance, and something moved his heart. He stood up and walked in front of her, gently lifting her chin, "Raise your head, let me see."

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Wang Zhaojun slowly raised her head, her beautiful eyes as clear as autumn water, but with a hint of sadness. Ying Yuan's heart softened, and he gently embraced her in his arms, "From now on, you are my queen."

The ceremony of enthroning the queen was soon held, and the whole country celebrated. However, Ying Yuan was not happy in his heart. He always felt that Wang Zhaojun married him not out of sincerity, but to fulfill her father's last wish.

On the wedding night, Ying Yuan sat by the bed, looking at Wang Zhaojun covered with a red veil, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. He hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to lift the veil.

Wang Zhaojun's face looked even more beautiful under the candlelight, but there was no joy of a newlywed in her eyes, but instead a hint of sadness.

"Zhaojun," Ying Yuan said softly, "Do you...hate me?"

Wang Zhaojun shook her head. "Why do you say that, Your Majesty?"

"I know that I am closely related to the death of your father...General Wang." Ying Yuan's voice was choked with sobs.

Wang Zhaojun was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "I know that my father died for the Qin Dynasty, and he died for Your Majesty. I... do not hate Your Majesty."

Ying Yuan looked at her with a complicated feeling in his heart. He didn't know how to face his new wife, nor how to face Wang Jian's death. He even began to doubt whether he was really suitable to be an emperor.

In the following days, Ying Yuan began to work harder, he worked day and night to handle government affairs, trying to numb himself with work. He worked hard to govern the country and implemented new policies, making the Qin Dynasty stronger and stronger.

However, the relationship between him and Wang Zhaojun was always lukewarm. Although Wang Zhaojun was respectful to Ying Yuan, she always kept a certain distance. Ying Yuan knew that there was always a hurdle in her heart, that was Wang Jian's death.

One day, Ying Yuan was reviewing memorials when Wang Zhaojun walked in with a bowl of ginseng soup.

"Your Majesty," Wang Zhaojun said softly, "It's late at night, have a bowl of ginseng soup."

Ying Yuan raised his head and looked at Wang Zhaojun, his heart warmed. He took the ginseng soup and drank it all.

"Zhaojun," Ying Yuan put down the bowl and looked at Wang Zhaojun, "I... want to ask you a question." (End of this chapter)