Xu Hongyu looked at him and shook his head, "Prince, do you really intend to exterminate all these aristocratic families?" Sometimes, these arrogant aristocratic families were very annoying, but sometimes, they couldn't be left out. Moreover, if they were pushed too far, these people might all defect to Jiangnan. When that happened, it would not be good for the Prince Ding Mansion's reputation.
Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows, "Since they claim to be loyal to I, they have to follow I's rules! Could it be that … they want this Prince to accommodate them? As long as they know their limits, I will naturally give them a way out. As for those who are originally wavering, I do not care. These two days, I have caused a lot of trouble for Mr. Hongyu. "
Mr. Qingyun was far away in the Lishan Academy, and it was not easy to see him. However, Xu Hongyu was in Glass City. As the current head of the Xu family, he was naturally the first person that the other family heads wanted to win over.
Xu Hongyu shook his head, indicating that he did not need to care. Xu Qingchen was now the Right Chief Minister, second only to one person. Xu Qingbai was also a high official of a region. Xu Qingze and Xu Qingfeng also held important positions. The Xu family was already in the limelight, and the older generation naturally did not need to be entangled in these matters. They only needed to pave the way for the younger generation.
Xu Qingchen raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Xiuyao, asking, "Prince has left the position of Left Chief Minister. Who is he planning to use it to bait?"
Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and smiled. With a sincere expression, he said, "I am not baiting anyone. The position of Left Chief Minister has already been chosen. It is just that the person will not take the position."
"Mr. Xiuting?" Xu Qingchen asked. Regardless of status, ability, or reputation, Mr. Xiuting was no doubt a suitable candidate. The fact that he used to be from West-Hill might be criticized, but it would undoubtedly make it easier for him to win over the hearts of the people of West-Hill. After all, one-third of the Prince Ding Mansion's territory was seized from West-Hill. Having a famous scholar from West-Hill as the prime minister would have a great effect on the people's loyalty.
"Mr. Xiuting agreed?" Xu Qingchen asked. "But others don't know yet." Others might not know, but there would be many people eyeing the position of Left Prime Minister covetously. Xu Qingchen would never believe that Mo Xiuyao did not intend to make a fuss about this.
Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "Of course I agree. However, Mister Xiuting is busy with the affairs in the northwest. It will take at least two to three months before he can come to Glass City to take up his post. As for what happens during this period, it's none of I's business. "
Everyone present couldn't help but twitch their lips. Anyone who wanted to play tricks under Prince Ding's nose must have forgotten to burn incense in their previous life.
Seeing everyone's expressions, Mo Xiuyao didn't mind at all. He waved his hand and said, "Let's not worry about these trivial matters for now. After this, they should be quiet for a few days. Let's talk about … Lin 'er and Xin' er's first birthday banquet first. "
Everyone's expressions became serious. Xu Qingze said calmly, "The invitations have been sent out. The Northern Tribes, Da Chu State, West-Hill, Nanzhao, and the kingdoms of the Western Region have all been invited. The posthouse is also preparing for it. The envoys of the Northern Tribes were in Glass City now. As for the rest, he should be here in half a month. However, when the time comes … Glass City's safety … "Xu Qingze frowned. Although the world's situation had been settled, it was because of this that it was more dangerous. Whether it was the Northern Tribes, West-Hill, or Da Chu State, there were many people who wanted Mo Xiuyao's life in the dark.
Mo Xiuyao thought for a while and said, "When the time comes, I will deploy troops to guard the vicinity of Glass City. Also … Qingfeng's subordinate Qi Lin can also be stationed in Glass City temporarily in case of emergency." Ye Li nodded in agreement.
Mo Xiuyao asked curiously, "Who will come from West-Hill?"
Xu Qingchen said leisurely, "If I'm not wrong, it should be Lei Tengfeng."
"Lei Tengfeng?" Mo Xiuyao frowned. He did not take Lei Tengfeng seriously. However, if Lei Tengfeng came personally, it meant that the situation in West-Hill was still stable.
Xu Qingchen nodded and said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. Lei Tengfeng and the Emperor Of Xiling did not fight. Once the news of Lei Zhenting's death spread, the Emperor Of Xiling ordered Lei Tengfeng to succeed the position of Jhennam Of Gojoseon. The Emperor Of Xiling does not have a son. If everything goes well, Lei Tengfeng will be the next Emperor of West-Hill. "
Whether it was the Emperor Of Xiling or Lei Tengfeng, they were not as stupid as they thought. Therefore, their hopes of benefiting from the conflict would be dashed. Mo Xiuyao did not mind. He waved his hand and smiled, "It's fine. If Lei Tengfeng is finished so quickly, I will be disappointed. Lei Zhenting's death should allow him to grow. This time, I want to see how far he can grow. "
Xu Qingchen nodded and said, "Lei Tengfeng should be here to negotiate with the Prince Ding Mansion."
Mo Xiuyao lowered his eyebrows and thought for a while. He said, "Let Murong Shen and Marquis Nan continue to fight. If they don't fight to the original border between West-Hill and the Da Chu State, there is no need to negotiate." Xu Qingchen pondered for a moment and said, "If Lei Tengfeng wants to settle down and recuperate, he may take the initiative to retreat."
"That's the best." Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "No matter how he wants to negotiate, the Xiling Army must retreat to the original border with the Da Chu State."
Xu Qingchen nodded and agreed with Mo Xiuyao's point of view. He frowned and said, "The Envoy of the Northern Tribes wants to talk to you or Li 'er personally."
Mo Xiuyao looked at Ye Li blankly and asked, "Who is the Envoy of the Northern Tribes?"
Master Qingchen was speechless. Mo Xiuyao had been back for almost half a month. How could he not know who the Envoy of the Northern Tribes was? Even if the Northern Tribes and the Mohist army had just fought a war, the Envoy of the Northern Tribes was still a country's envoy. As Prince Ding, even if he wanted to pretend, he had to pretend to be a gentleman.
"Yelu Hong!"
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