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Chapter 963

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The King of the Northern Borderline, who had finally fallen asleep after taking the tranquilizer, woke up from his nightmare. He smelled blood.

"Someone, someone, someone, what's going on outside?"

He had a nightmare. He dreamt that someone was holding a knife to kill him.

When he woke up, he smelled the thick smell of blood in the air. He was terrified and quickly called for help.

After calling for a long time, there was no one until the Ninth Prince, dressed in plain clothes, lifted the curtain and entered the tent. He smiled and knelt down respectfully. "Father, Fourth Brother brought people to force the King to abdicate. Now he has been captured by me and a group of ministers, waiting for your judgment!"

The King of the Northern Borderline took a long time to digest this news. His chest seemed to be blocked by something. His eyes dimmed and he fainted.

The Ninth Prince smiled, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

Although the King of the Northern Borderline did not die, he suffered a stroke. Other than his eyeballs, which could still move, he could not move.

The Fourth Prince, who forced the King to abdicate, committed suicide. Whether it was suicide or not, only the Ninth Prince knew.

He finally had a taste of power. Finally, he did not have to pretend to be stupid to win the King's favor. He could show his talent!

"Where's Mr. Sun?"

After dealing with various matters overnight and killing the remnants of the Fourth Prince, the Ninth Prince finally remembered the greatest hero.

Sun Wen.

If not for this person's plan, how could the Ninth Prince defeat his eight ruthless brothers and have the last laugh?

Sun Wen and the Ninth Prince had very little contact. The two only got together because of Harrencha's cover.

The Ninth Prince did not believe Sun Wen's suggestion to use the Fourth Prince and was always guarded against him.

Now that he saw the benefits that the other party brought him, he no longer doubted it.

If he could not use such a good talent, he could not keep him.

"I don't know."

"Forget it. When I have settled things, I will personally go to ask for your forgiveness."

In his heart, it was naturally more important to stabilize the power in his hands. Everything else had to wait. Anyway, Sun Wen could not run away.

In fact, not only did Sun Wen run away, he ran very fast.

"Cough, cough, cough. Can you slow down a little? This old man can't stand the jolting …"

Sun Wen saw that the time was right. He secretly transferred his earned property and ran away with Wei Ci's trusted caravan.

As soon as he got on the carriage, Sun Wen regretted it. The jolting of the carriage made him hurt all over.

The coachman was also helpless.

They were in a hurry and had to return to Chongzhou in the shortest time possible. There was no time to waste.

Although they didn't know what Sun Wen had done in the Northern Borderline, they didn't dare to slight him since the higher-ups thought so highly of him.

The coachman said, "Sir, please bear with it a little longer. You'll be fine once we reach the border."

Sun Wen was an old man who had suffered a lot. He couldn't bear hardship.

"Sigh … This old man's small body is going to fall apart …"

Sun Wen thought about what he had done in the Northern Borderline all these years and could only grit his teeth and bear with it. No matter how bumpy it was, he could not complain about being tired.

If they were captured by the Northern Borderline, dismemberment by five horses would be considered a light punishment. Even burning their bones and scattering their ashes would not appease their hatred.

The caravan did not dare to cause any trouble, so they secretly smuggled Sun Wen out of the Northern Borderline under the cover of the goods.

They had been doing business all year round and had already bribed the entire border of the Northern Borderline. It would not be a problem for them to smuggle someone in.

Sun Wen's face was pale as he looked at the impregnable border, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

It was great that he had returned alive!

Sun Wen had been in Jiang Pengji's camp for a few years, but he had never seen his lord. It was rather strange.

"Allow me to take a bath and wash up first, lest I offend my lord."

Sun Wen spoke in a manner that was neither servile nor overbearing.

Jiang Pengji arranged for Sun Wen to live in a spacious house and a quick-witted servant.

Sun Wen revealed his identity. The middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper bowed with his hands folded in front. "Your servant greets my lord."

"Grandfather …"

A familiar, heavenly voice assaulted his eardrums. Sun Wen had just entered the inner court when a figure in blue and white rushed into his arms.

"Aiyo … Grandfather's darling, Lan Lan …"

Sun Wen took a small step back to protect his grandson. He still felt like he was in a dream.

"Lan Lan, weren't you in Wanzhou? Why did you come to Chongzhou? "

Sun Wen hugged his grandson and looked at him intently.

His grandson, who had been thin and tanned, had now grown into a cute and mellow figure. One could faintly see his future elegance from his facial features.

Fortunately, his grandson looked like his son when he was young. Otherwise, Sun Wen would not have been able to recognize him.

"Let grandfather see …" Sun Wen was so excited that tears streamed down his face. "Grandfather's grandson has grown taller, fairer, and fatter."

Sun Lan was a little shy as he pinched his sleeves and said, "Lan 'er misses grandfather. The academy is on holiday, so grandson begged Fengyi to come with me to Chongzhou."

"Fengyi? Who's that? "Sun Wen was startled.

"A friend I met in Wanzhou. He's also my classmate."

Sun Wen was relieved.

He was willing to be enslaved and blackmailed by Wei Ci so that his grandson could grow up safely and happily.

Sun Lan had gone to the academy to make friends. Even his shy and reserved personality had become a little more cheerful. This comforted him greatly.

However …

"You came with that Fengyi?"

Two little kids came all the way from Wanzhou to Chongzhou?

Sun Lan smiled and shook his head, revealing a few missing teeth. "Fengyi and Jinghui's fathers are both in Chongzhou. They haven't seen their father for many years. They came to see their father. I also miss grandfather, so after asking, I came with them."

Sun Wen frowned. He could already tell that Fengyi and Jinghui's parents were not simple.

"Who is Jinghui?"

It sounded like the name of a little girl.

Sun Lan lowered his head and shyly moved closer to Sun Wen's ear. "She's my classmate."

Sun Wen knew that his grandson was studying at the Golden Scale Academy. The teachers there were almost all famous scholars, and the academy's faculty was strong.

Sun Wen could not be more satisfied with this arrangement.

It seemed that Sun Lan was well taken care of in Wanzhou. His efforts in the northern borderline were not in vain.

As they were talking, two children, one tall and one short, came out of the house.

The tall one was a boy, about ten years old. He was young but already had a graceful bearing.

The short one was a girl. Although she was young, she had a good demeanor. Her eyes were clear and lively. No one knew which family she was from.

Sun Lan introduced them. "Grandfather, this is my classmate, Fengyi, and this is Qiguan Jinghui."

"Greetings, Elder Sun."

Fengyi and Qiguan Jinghui bowed to Sun Wen at the same time.

At that moment, Sun Wen noticed the two children's surnames.

Feng?

Qiguan?

Sun Wen had never met Jiang Pengji, but he had studied her background.

With a glance, the two children in front of him were the children of Liu Xi's capable advisors.

If his grandson interacted with them more, it would only benefit him more.

He was old, and he did not know how many years he could live. If Lan Lan could build a good relationship with the people around her, she could take care of her in the future.

However, before he died, he would do his best to build a career. This would be his grandson's capital.

Thinking of this, Sun Wen's hand secretly brushed the front of his shirt.

The inner shirt was a little thick. If one did not touch it carefully, one would not notice it.

He had sewn an extremely important item inside and secretly brought it out of the northern borderline.

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