Feng Zhen suddenly asked, "What if Zixiao oversteps his bounds?"
Qiguan Rang glanced at Feng Zhen, his eyes seemingly surging with an unseen undercurrent.
"If he dares to overstep his bounds, even the lord won't be able to protect him."
The lord was the lord, and the subjects were the subjects.
If the subjects forgot their duties and used their intimate relationship to become domineering and do things that were not in line with the rules — such as overstepping their bounds and reversing the status of the lord and subject — even if the lord was willing to spoil them, the subordinates would not sit idly by.
Qiguan Rang lowered his voice. It was a normal tone, but it made people feel an inexplicable chill.
"Ah, don't be so serious, Wen Zheng. I was just asking casually." Feng Zhen laughed. "Zixiao will know his limits."
Qiguan Rang said, "I hope so."
He had been watching from the sidelines all these years, and his lord was probably serious.
Based on her temperament, the more she was not allowed to do something, the more she liked to be stubborn. It was useless to go against her.
On the other hand, if something happened between the lord and Wei Ci, they would not have to worry about the young master in the future.
The Northern Borderline lost badly in the battle of Yi River.
The acting king personally led the army but did not achieve the desired effect. Instead, he brought a group of defeated soldiers to the Maynu tribe.
Although they were defeated soldiers, after many rounds of rest, there were still 60,000 remaining soldiers. The Maynu tribe could not resist at all.
The Third Prince looked at the acting king patiently. Seeing the other's arrogant expression, he couldn't help but want to mock him.
Wasn't the Ninth Prince quite capable?
He defeated his brothers and became the acting king, but in the end, he almost couldn't even keep his pants?
However, even if he said these words for a while, it was very likely to bring a disaster to the Maynu tribe, so he forcibly endured it.
The Northern Borderline army fled in a hurry and did not take any military supplies with them. Now, 60,000 mouths were waiting for the Maynu tribe to feed them.
When the Third Prince heard the acting king confidently asking him to take out food and wine, he almost exploded in anger.
"This Ninth Prince …"
The Third Prince was full of anger and angrily vented it on the decorations in the house.
"Your Highness, someone sent an invitation."
"Who sent it?" The Third Prince casually pulled it over and opened the invitation. His gaze fell on the inscription. "Teacher Wu Liba?"
Why was the other party looking for him?
The Third Prince was suspicious, but he did not dare to be negligent. After a short rest, he secretly met with Wu Liba.
When he saw Wu Liba, the Third Prince could not believe his eyes.
This, this was his teacher?
In the memory of the Third Prince, his teacher, Wu Liba, was a middle-aged man. Although he was a man from the Northern Borderline, he had an unspeakable scholarly air.
Regardless of the situation, he always looked calm and composed, as if everything was under his control.
In the past, the Third Prince was attracted by the other party's disposition and willingly acknowledged the other party as his teacher, learning the Han culture of the Central Plains.
Now that he looked at it again, he almost couldn't recognize it.
Because of his injuries and his repeated outbursts, Wu Liba's complexion was not good.
His brows were deeply furrowed, his hair was gray, and his face was wrinkled, revealing his true age. He looked miserable and downtrodden.
In any case, the Third Prince still respectfully called him teacher. His voice also pulled Wu Liba out of his memories.
"Get up —" Wu Liba glanced at the Third Prince. Contrary to him, this disciple of his was doing very well in his mother's tribe. "I asked you to come here today because I want to discuss something with you — this is something that I need to ask for your opinion on."
The Third Prince was suspicious, but he said, "Teacher, please say it. If I can use my disciple, I will not refuse."
"Do you want to be the next king?" Wu Liba asked bluntly.
The Third Prince's heart suddenly trembled and he almost bit his tongue.
What did his own teacher say?
Asking him if he wanted to be the next king?
Of course he did! Even in his dreams!
If he could replace the Ninth Prince as the next king, who would be qualified to run to the Maynu tribe to show off?
However, he was not sure why Wu Liba asked this. Wu Liba originally hated the infighting among the princes.
Why did he suddenly ask if he wanted to fight for the position of the next king?
The Third Prince could not figure out Wu Liba's thoughts and intended to test him.
How could his thoughts escape Wu Liba's eyes? Wu Liba asked gruffly, "I'm only asking if you want to or not!"
The Third Prince smiled bitterly. "It's not that I don't understand my students, but how can I not know my students' thoughts? Who doesn't want the position of the next king? "
Wu Liba sighed. "If I had known that the Ninth Prince was like this, I would have helped you ascend to the throne."
The Third Prince asked, "Teacher, what happened?"
Wu Liba looked tired as he recounted the night attack last night and the battle at Yi River during the day. He said, "I was careless and caused the destruction of more than ten thousand elites. This is my fault. But the Acting King did not listen to my advice and acted arbitrarily. Sooner or later, the entire Northern Borderline will be lost. "
The Third Prince listened and could not help but tremble in fear.
He saw the Acting King and the defeated soldiers and guessed that the Northern Borderline would lose badly, but he did not expect it to be like this.
In this way, Liu Xi was not easy to deal with at all. Instead, he was a tiger and a wolf.
"Teacher, do you mean … to think of a way to depose the Acting King?"
Wu Liba sighed. He said, "To prevent the morale of the army from being disrupted, even if we want to depose the Acting King, we can't do it openly. We have to find a plausible excuse. I have some connections in the army. If we use them well, we will definitely succeed. "
The army of the Northern Borderline had just experienced a great defeat. Their morale had hit rock bottom and they could not climb back up.
If news of the sudden death of the Acting King were to spread, it was inevitable that the army would panic.
According to Wu Liba's plan, he wanted the Acting King to suffer a "stroke" and be unable to manage the political affairs. Then, he would push the Third Prince to take over.
The Third Prince held back his wildly beating heart and said excitedly, "I'll follow your arrangements."
After the battle at Yi River, not only did Jiang Pengji's army not follow up on their victorious pursuit, but they chose a high ground to set up camp.
This action made Wu Liba heave a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he had other worries. He always felt that Jiang Pengji was secretly stirring up trouble.
The facts proved that Jiang Pengji was really stirring up trouble.
Wei Ci could only sigh.
His Majesty really had an irreconcilable hatred with the Northern Borderline.
In his previous life, when Her Majesty attacked the Northern Borderline, she really wanted to kill them.
At that time, the Northern Borderline was prosperous and powerful. The population was close to two million. The two sides fought hard for a year and a half, and the Northern Borderline had less than 500,000 people.
With such a ferocious battle record, many people called her the "Butcher" behind her back.
When the Jiang Dynasty was unified, Her Majesty specially ordered the foreign tribes in the Northern Borderline who met the requirements to be moved to various places in the Central Plains. Then, the poor people of the Central Plains were moved to the Northern Borderline to graze and plant trees. Every household was given a certain amount of government subsidies.
Compared to the dense population of the Central Plains, the foreign tribes in the Northern Borderline were completely diluted and assimilated in no time.
Wei Ci did not die of old age, but judging from the situation of the Jiang Dynasty, there was no need to worry about the foreign tribes becoming strong and threatening the Central Plains for the next two hundred years.
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