I really became a king.

Chapter 110: Planning in Advance
The courtyard was very close to the camp gate. Jiang Yi turned around and rode his horse slowly towards it.

Behind him, hundreds of personal guards headed by Jiang Zhongshan followed closely, and then there were the thousands of bullfighting soldiers, led by dozens of generals, who slowly surrounded them and formed a siege.

As for Jiang Shihuai, he has been in a state of fear and shock ever since Jiang Yi suddenly appeared.

He had the thought of leaving here immediately countless times, but he didn't dare to go. In the hesitation between leaving and not leaving, he also witnessed Jiang Yi's series of processes of establishing his authority and conquering others, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

He knew Tian Buyi from the Queen. He said that Tian Buyi was outstanding in both talent and ability, which had once made the Queen Mother obsessed with him and wanted to recruit him under her wing.

But now it seems that it is obviously impossible, because the other party has been subdued by Jiang Yi with a whip and a few words.

As for Jiang Yi, his heart was even more complicated. Once upon a time, the other party was just an object of his father and son's desire, but now, in just two years, he had grown into a towering tree for them.

Even the Empress Dowager can no longer have the power of life and death at will.

"How did he grow so fast?"

From the battle at Longmen two years ago to the Dharma Conference a few days ago, the opponent's rise was too fast, and his reputation was at its peak. He had already established his power and was no longer the Jiang Zhongbao who allowed them father and son to do whatever they wanted.

Just like before, he was like a transparent person in the eyes of the other party, and was directly ignored. In the past, he would have been furious, but now, he actually felt a sense of relief, hoping that the other party would never notice him.

In the final analysis, he no longer had the qualifications to have an equal dialogue with the newly ascendant Prince Yi.

Seeing that the other party finally turned his gaze to him, Jiang Shihuai was even more frightened. He subconsciously stepped back and shortened the distance between himself and the guards behind him.

This scene fell into the eyes of the family generals and others behind him, and they all revealed a deep disappointment. This courage was in sharp contrast to the brilliance of Prince Yi, who was like the sun in the sky. The two were simply not on the same level.

"Brother, long time no see, how are you these days?"

Jiang Yi rode his horse slowly up and never got off the horse from beginning to end. He gave people a feeling of being superior, but no one at the scene took it for granted, as if it was supposed to be this way.

How are you these days? Hearing this, Jiang Shihuai's anger finally overwhelmed his fear. How could he be fine?

Thinking about what he had experienced in the past two years, a hint of deep hatred appeared in his originally panicked eyes.

It was because of this man in front of him that his wife, who had married into a prestigious family, returned to her parents' home, making him a laughing stock in the imperial capital of Dali.

Jiang Yi felt the hatred in the other person's eyes, and a murderous intent rose in his heart.

Raising a tiger to cause trouble has never been his style. According to his plan, Prince Zhong and his son must be eliminated at all costs.

Two years ago, after the Battle of Longmen, Prince Zhong and his son lost power, and many people who had been bullied by them secretly launched an "anti-prince movement."

Finally, the situation escalated and Prince Zhong’s Mansion was on the verge of collapse.

Jiang Yi was just about to make a secret effort to completely resolve this hidden danger, but several old members of the royal family came to his house and spoke earnestly, hoping that Jiang Yi would not add fuel to the flames in this movement because they were of the same bloodline.

At that time, Jiang Yi had a shallow foundation and needed the support of these old-line clan members, so he temporarily gave up the plan of taking the opportunity to get rid of Prince Zhong and his son.

Of course, there is one most important reason: Prince Yi Jiang Mo also showed up.

Jiang Yi had to give face to the Thirteenth Uncle.

But now it seems that Prince Zhong and his son have forgotten the pain after the wound has healed. It is difficult to change one's nature. If we keep them, there will be great trouble.

Seeing his own prince's gradually distorted face and undisguised hatred, the general behind him remembered Prince Zhong's previous instructions and wanted to step forward to say a few words. But facing Prince Yi's smiling eyes and the whip in his hand gently tapping his left palm, he swallowed his saliva and did not dare to speak.

By now, Prince Yi's hobby of whipping had spread throughout the imperial capital of Dali, and he did not want to experience the feeling of a horsewhip in public.

Seeing that the general had retracted his body again, Jiang Yi turned his gaze to Jiang Shihuai again.

"Prince Yi has come at the right time. He can talk to them in person about how many Vein Shaping Pills have been obtained so far." Jiang Shihuai suppressed the shock and anger in his heart and spoke out.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry about this. You should go back quickly." Jiang Yi issued an order to expel the visitor. Theoretically speaking, this place was indeed his territory.

"Haha, why should I leave? Could it be that Prince Yi is guilty? I'm afraid he doesn't have any Vein Shaping Pills on him."

"I'll say it again, get out of here!" Jiang Yi looked at the familiar face of the other party, the murderous intent in his heart rushed to his head, and he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and take action.

Jiang Shihuai's face became even gloomier. He had never been humiliated like this before. He said in a gloomy voice, "Why should I leave? Prince Yi has something to say. Just pretend I don't exist."

"Are you trying to win people's hearts with promises that you can't fulfill?"

Seeing Jiang Shihuai who was obviously courting death, Jiang Yi calmed down and said with a smile, "Royal brother seems to have me in his grasp. Is he so sure that I can't produce the Vein Shaping Pill?"

"You definitely can't produce the Vein-Shaping Pill!" Jiang Shihuai said with a very certain tone.

"What if I take it out?" Jiang Yi thought of something and decided to take this opportunity to plan something.

"As long as Prince Yi can produce the Vein Shaping Pill, I will let this prince do whatever he wants!"

Hearing what Jiang Shihuai said, the general behind him broke out in sweat. This was too confident. Didn’t the other party take out a Vein-Shaping Pill yesterday?

"Let them do whatever they want? Including taking your life?" Jiang Yi became interested.

Jiang Shihuai's face froze, his eyes dodged and he said, "Humph, Prince Yi, you better wait until you get the Vein Shaping Pill."

"Brother, why don't we make a bet?"

"How do you block it?"

"If I cannot produce the Vein-Shaping Pill, I will leave it to you, my brother. If I can produce it, you just need to promise me two things." Jiang Yi said.

"Including your life?" Jiang Shihuai felt a little moved.

"Of course!" Since it was a done deal, Jiang Yi was naturally confident.

"Okay..." Jiang Shihuai was about to agree, but after the generals behind him whispered, he suddenly thought of something and added: "Every warrior present must take a Vein Shaping Pill. Also, Prince Yi, please talk about those two things first."

"Of course, each person will get one Vein Shaping Pill. As for those two things..." Jiang Yi suppressed his emotional fluctuations and spoke slowly:

"First thing: I want the Fengshan Villa of Prince Zhong's Mansion!"

"The second thing: This king wants Baizhu Hall!"

Upon hearing Jiang Yi's words, Jiang Shihuai was greatly moved, yet also a little hesitant.

(End of this chapter)