Xin Song: I Will Add Winter Clothes to Zhao Xu, Bright Yellow Ones

"Ye Wuyang, do you want me to rebel?" Zhenbei King Zhao Xu looked at his son-in-law, holding a sword in his hand. "Your Majesty is of official blood. Why can't Your Majesty sit on the dragon chair?" As a time traveler, Ye Wuyang has no moral baggage. Besides, you, Zhao Xu, should have been Song Shenzong, but you just became the King of Zhenbei in this parallel world, and you can be regarded as setting things right. "But...!" Zhao Xu was still a little hesitant. After all, his fiefdom had already gained the strength to compete in the world thanks to Ye Wuyang's advice. "Your Majesty, there's no need to worry, it's getting cold! Put on some extra clothes!" Ye Wuyang said, taking out a bright yellow piece of clothing.