"I understand. You may leave."
Upon receiving news that the Xichang Emperor and Prince did not return to Xichang obediently but instead changed to Nansheng, Jiang Pengji knew what they were planning.
Even though she had played a part in guiding them, the cooperation between the two of them was beyond her expectations.
"Xichang has been at war for a long time. These two must have suffered for a few years. Why are they still so ignorant?"
Jiang Pengji was rather surprised. Who didn't know that she and An Cui were about to go to war?
Under such circumstances, regardless of whether Jiang Pengji or An Cui had the upper hand, they needed more troops as bargaining chips. They could not spare any strength to help Xichang, which was separated by Zhongzhao. They could not even take care of themselves. How could they have the leisure to help others?
Taking a step back, what was in it for them to help Xichang?
Don't listen to the Xichang Emperor's promises of all kinds of benefits. He would fulfill them as soon as he restored his country. All the verbal benefits were fake. They were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. Whether or not they fulfilled their promises depended on their mood. In the face of great benefits, so-called integrity, especially between countries, was nonsense. No matter how nice the Xichang Emperor's promises were, they were just empty promises. In Jiang Pengji's eyes, they were not worth a single soldier.
Wei Ci was helping Jiang Pengji grind ink. Seeing that a layer of ink had formed on the inkstone, the shade was just right, he said, "Food and lust are part of human nature. Even saints are like this, let alone ordinary people. There are many people in this world who take risks for beauty. There's nothing strange about it. "
"Are you saying that the two in Xichang are confident in their beauty and think that they are worth tens of thousands of troops in the eyes of the feudal lords?" Jiang Pengji expressed that she couldn't understand. She said, "Xichang is so weak now. With these tens of thousands of troops and horses, not to mention the Empress Concubine and the Prince, even if the entire royal family were to be occupied, would they still be able to resist? Why do they have to make a fake marriage alliance? They really think of themselves as humans. "
Wei Ci was speechless.
Even though the lord's words were harsh and cruel, it was the truth.
Without troops and with weak fists, who would take the mere Xichang royal family seriously?
Even if they relied on their beauty to commit murder, they had to see if their backing was strong enough. The two in Xichang overestimated their beauty and value.
Little did they know that in the eyes of the feudal lords in the chaotic world, they were just two goods and toys that had no additional value except for their faces.
Jiang Pengji said confidently, "An Cui isn't me. If they turn around and head to Nansheng, they'll most likely be eaten until not even their bones are left."
"If they were to return to Xichang, they would not end up well. It would be better if An Cui took a liking to them. At least they would be able to enjoy a period of glory and wealth before they die." Wei Ci sighed. "Of course, everyone has their own fate. I will not sympathize with them."
He remembered that in his previous life, Xichang was the country with the most feudal vassals within its borders. Their sacrifices in battle were also the most tragic. Usually, a feudal vassal would be replaced by another within a few months. At first, the royal family was the target of public criticism and was often treated as a monster by the feudal lords to farm experience and fame.
According to incomplete statistics, from the beginning to the end of the chaotic era, there were no less than three hundred uprisings among the feudal vassals in Xichang.
The largest vassal ruled half a province, while the smallest only ruled a village. With a few hundred people, they could call themselves a vassal.
The royal family of Xichang was repeatedly suppressed and squeezed out of their only living space. In the end, they holed up in a barren small mountain village. The other feudal lords looked down on them and did not bother to fight. In order to make a living, the emperor farmed and the empress farmed and knitted to earn pocket money. The concubines who had given birth and had not given birth were sold to the brothel to earn money. Because he was too idle, the emperor was keen on making babies. After a few years, he had many children.
The more he was born, the poorer he was, the more he had children. The key was that all the children he gave birth to were beauties.
In the end, he was reduced to selling children to earn money.
Currently, the royal family of Xichang had the help of some loyal old officials, so they were not in such a miserable state. But in another two years, that might not be the case.
Even though the children of the royal family of Xichang were really miserable, Wei Ci could not feel sympathy.
He still remembered the scene in his previous life when the Emperor of Xichang sent his three sons of a suitable age as tributes to the Emperor to be his concubines.
What the hell!
The Emperor's body was precious, yet he dared to covet three seductive little bunnies?
He thought there would be no more drama in this life. He never expected the Emperor of Xichang to send a pair of children over for a "marriage alliance."
Why didn't he see if he had the qualifications before the marriage alliance?
Wei Ci had already predicted the outcome of the Xichang siblings, but he didn't expect them to end up worse than he had imagined.
In the end, they only had themselves to blame.
An Cui was not Jiang Pengji. Even though he had damaged his body due to the years of wandering and being unable to continue the family line, other than that, his functions were normal. Naturally, he had the needs of a normal man. The Princess of Xichang was a rare beauty in the world. In a flourishing age, she would be the object of pursuit by the scholars of the world. In troubled times, she would naturally be the spoils of war that men fought over for power.
The Princess of Xichang had naively thought that by offering herself up, she would be able to exchange for troops through marriage. Little did she know that it was just her wishful thinking. They could obtain their bodies without paying any price. There were only 22 people in Xichang. They couldn't even escape from a slightly larger bandit lair, let alone An Cui, who was the strongest marquis in Nansheng. The Princess of Xichang only found out about this later.
"An Duoxi, you're going back on your word!"
The next day, the Princess of Xichang realized that An Cui's attitude was strange. Her face turned pale.
In An Cui's eyes, the Princess of Xichang was just a pretty face. She was a slave vase with no power or backing. How could he tolerate her calling him by his name? An Cui's face was cold. He raised his hand and pinched the woman who had been fighting with a demon an hour ago. He used so much strength that it seemed like he wanted to kill her. After a while, An Cui released his hand with a cold expression. The Princess of Xichang coughed violently as she took in large gulps of air.
"Know your place," An Cui said indifferently. "You didn't learn from your failure with Liu Xi."
The biggest mistake of the Xichang group was to overestimate their status as royalty.
They forgot that their weight didn't come from the word "royalty," but from the power that the royalty held.
The Xichang royalty couldn't even take care of themselves. If a pair of children suffered in Nansheng, thousands of miles away, who would stand up for them?
They couldn't figure it out.
An Cui had no need for men, so he casually bestowed the prince to Hua Yuan.
"I didn't expect you to have such a taste."
Liking men wasn't something that couldn't be seen in public, but An Cui hadn't seen Hua Yuan show any signs of liking men.
Hua Yuan laughed. "That person's looks aren't bad."
Everyone smiled ambiguously at Hua Yuan. Only Lu Zheng, who heard the news, almost vomited blood.
What kind of guy was the "Liu Xi" that demon Hua Yuan had imagined?
He'd even imitated the real deal's weakness of being obsessed with looks.
It wasn't a secret that Jiang Pengji was obsessed with looks. A little investigation would reveal that.
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