Morton couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the Princess of Light and Murong Shun. It wasn't that they didn't know their own strength, and they also knew the risks involved. Yet, they still flew towards that seat like moths to a flame.
"If you agree, the Old Man can guarantee you and your son a lifetime of wealth in the Tang dynasty," Gao Shilian persuaded.
Princess Guang Hua shook her head and said with a ferocious face, "If I wanted to enjoy wealth, I wouldn't have left Chang 'an and come to Tuyuhun, a barbarian place."
For the sake of this day, Princess Guang Hua had sacrificed too much. How could she retreat just because of a few words from Gao Shilian and Modun? Even if she knew that Murong Shun's throne was like a castle in the air, she was still willing to take this risk.
The banquet ended unhappily. Gao Shilian walked out of the yurt angrily. Meton had to bow to Princess Guang Hua awkwardly, then got up and left.
"Mother! These two are shrewd people. I'm afraid that today's matter won't be successful! "Murong Shun said, worried about personal gains and losses.
Princess Guang Hua's ferocious face slowly disappeared, and she regained her solemn face. She said calmly, "For mother's sake, Gao Shilian won't be an obstacle to us. The real obstacle is this young Tang general."
"Mo Jiazi!" Murong Shun frowned.
Princess Guang Hua nodded and said, "The world is unified, love with impartiality and non-aggression. I don't understand the Mo family now. But mother didn't exaggerate his talent. Even those young talents in Chang 'an were like fireflies compared to him. God is really protecting the Tang dynasty."
Murong Shun was a little dissatisfied.
Princess Guang Hua said coldly, "In such a short time, this man has already gathered the hearts of so many tribes. If mother doesn't show up today, I'm afraid that the whole Tuyuhun will soon be taken over by the Tang dynasty. There will be no place for you and my son."
Murong Shun's eyes couldn't help but flash with a trace of fear. Thinking of Mo Jiazi's endless methods, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Princess Guang Hua thought for a while and said, "Send an order to King Xuan to give him the position of Prime Minister. Tell him to appease the large tribes and not to buy ranches from the Tang dynasty."
Murong Shun frowned and said, "But King Xuan has always been loyal and devoted to Father. He must hate me in his heart. Will he listen to us?"
"If the Tuyuhun can't restore the country, Xuan Wang will only be the leader of a tribe. Only when the Tuyuhun restores the country can he have power. He should understand this." Princess Guang Hua sneered.
"Yes!" Murong Shun nodded.
"Mo Jiazi is right. If you forcibly take the throne, it will be like building a castle in the air. But as long as you balance the relationship between the Tang dynasty and the tribes, you still have a chance," Princess Guang Hua reminded him.
"What if there is a conflict between the Tang dynasty and the tribes?" Murong Shun asked.
Princess Guang Hua said without hesitation, "If you side with the Tang dynasty and offend the tribes, even if you lose your position, you can still enjoy glory and wealth if you retreat to the Tang dynasty. If you offend the Tang dynasty, no tribe will dare to take you in."
Murong Shun was unwilling to accept this, but in the end, he could only say helplessly, "I understand!"
Putting aside the conversation between Princess Guang Hua and her son, Gao Shilian and Meton walked out of the yurt in silence.
"Just ask whatever you want to ask! You don't have to be so sneaky. "Gao Shilian looked at Meton who kept sneaking glances at him angrily.
Meton smiled and said, "Princess Guang Hua must have been a famous person in Chang 'an back then!"
Gao Shilian couldn't help but recall and murmured, "At that time, Princess Guang Hua was beautiful, generous, and cheerful. The number of people who wanted to pursue her could be said to have lined up from the Vermilion Bird Gate to the South City Gate. Of course, the Old Man was no exception."
"Then why did she marry the Tuyuhun?" Meton was puzzled.
"Firstly, it's because her background is low. Secondly, her personality is too competitive. Coupled with the series of events that happened, it finally led her to embark on the path of political marriage. Unfortunately, this old man didn't have your talent and courage back then. Otherwise, today's events wouldn't have happened." Gao Shilian sighed.
His first good impression of Meton was probably when he was a young man who shouted in front of all the civil and military officials that there would be no marriage, no reparations, no ceding of land, no tribute, the city guards the country's gate, and the king dies for the country.
If he had raised his arm and called for help, Princess Guang Hua might not have ended up like this.
"Sir Gao, I'm sure you can see Murong Shun's situation. I'm just afraid that if you force him to take the position, he won't be able to hold it!" Meton's eyes flashed.
"The Yang family's pursuit of power is deep in their bones. Even if they know that there are risks, they won't give up." Gao Shilian snorted coldly. Moreover, he was familiar with Princess Guang Hua's character. The more he tried to stop her, the more determined she would be.
"I'm afraid that it won't be so convenient to get cattle and sheep from Tuyuhun in the future." Gao Shilian sighed.
"Sir Gao, how much money have you collected for the disaster relief?" Meton suddenly asked.
Gao Shilian suddenly paused, his eyes flashing in the dark, and said, "About 50%!"
Meton heaved a sigh of relief. He calculated carefully and said, "It seems that we won't be able to catch Tuyuhun and harvest its wool today. However, the tribes of Dang Xiang and Xi Qiang can still get a batch of cattle and sheep. We should be able to gather 80% of the total. Together with the salt from Chaka Salt Lake, we should be able to gather enough!"
Gao Shilian replied hesitantly and said, "If that's the case, we can report to the imperial court and see how they will deal with Tuyuhun and Murong Shun."
Meton nodded.
Nothing happened that night. The next day, all the tribes that had come to buy the ranches disappeared. Meton and Gao Shilian had expected this, so they weren't surprised.
"Everyone, please think carefully. Since you don't want to buy the ranches, each tribe will have to pay ten horses, ten cows, and a hundred sheep every year for the right to use them." Meton reminded them.
All the leaders of the large tribes immediately turned their gazes to Murong Shun, who was standing at the front. Murong Shun nodded and said, "Rest assured, Marquis Mo. Our Tuyuhun tribes know Marquis Mo's rules."
Modun nodded. With a loud shout, Vanishing Shadow immediately flew away.
This time, Meton also took a detour back to Lan Zhou. He brought the army there to promote his School of Mohism. With the Hule tribe taking the lead and the Dang Xiang tribes without a leader, Meton's business went smoothly. When Meton returned to Lan Zhou, he was followed by tens of thousands of cattle and sheep.
Following that, Gao Shilian ordered the army to take the giant magnets and visit the tribes of Xi Qiang. The tribes of Xi Qiang changed sides one after another, offering their cattle and sheep to buy ranches.
After handing over the huge orders from the merchants of the Tang dynasty, Meton heaved a sigh of relief. The task of preparing the disaster relief funds was finally 80% complete.
As for the remaining 20%, Meton already had a plan. That was the salt pond of Chaka Salt Lake. Although the Chaka Salt Lake had an even more shocking amount of salt, Chaka Salt Lake was located in the center of the Chaidamu Basin. It was remote and covered in desert. Now was not the best time to produce salt.
While Meton was promoting his School of Mohism, many herdsmen had already brought large amounts of Chaka Salt Lake's salt to Shanzhou. They were quickly transported to Lan Zhou.
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