I really became a king.

Chapter 521: Miscalculated Dali Imperial Capital

Dali Imperial Capital, a quiet mansion.
Ning Donglai sat in a rattan chair, holding a purple clay teapot, looking relaxed. Opposite him was a smart old man with a short beard, but he looked worried.

"Brother Donglai, you still have the time to drink tea? Aren't you worried at all?"

Yishan looked at his old friend who was holding the purple clay teapot and taking a sip from it, with a helpless look on his face.

Although this old friend of mine also liked drinking tea in the past, he was definitely not as obsessed as he is now, holding a purple clay teapot all day long.

Ning Donglai just smiled and didn't explain anything.

He would never let anyone touch his purple clay teapot, let alone taste it, because it was specially given to him by his "son-in-law".

A purple clay teapot and a small tea pill.

At first, Ning Donglai didn't care much. With his current status and position, he had tasted all kinds of good tea. As for teapots, he also collected a large number of them at home.

The small purple clay teapot in front of me looks so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary. I don’t even look at it.

It was just out of curiosity that I used this small purple clay teapot to make a pot of tea, and then I discovered something unusual.

The teapot, which looked only slightly bigger than a fist, actually had a different interior. It took a whole tank of water to fill it up.

At first, he naturally poured boiling water into it, but when he realized that the purple clay teapot was like a bottomless pit, he directly poured cold water into it to see when it would be filled.

There was a full tank of water, and the water that went in was cold, but the water that came out was hot.

Then he took out the small tea pill and put it in carefully.

After the small tea ball sank to the bottom of the pot, it disappeared, but the clear water turned into mellow tea.

From then on, Ning Donglai could no longer live without this purple clay teapot. The tea in it was at just the right temperature, and it seemed as if he would never finish drinking it.

And the tea was good tea, the best tea I had ever tasted in my life.

He had studied this small purple clay teapot and read many ancient books, and came to a rough conclusion: this purple clay teapot should be an array plate, the work of an array refiner!
The art of array refining is not unfamiliar in the Wild Continent, and many people know it.

However, only the cultivators from secular sects can practice it, while ordinary warriors cannot.

Moreover, it requires extremely high talent from the practitioner, so formation masters are extremely rare.

Each of them is a treasured treasure and will never show up easily. They all live in seclusion in their respective sects.

Ning Donglai has lived for so many years and has seen various "formation plates", but they are all formation plates used for combat, and their power is only slightly stronger than traditional formations.

In the final analysis, it is a pity that although the array refiner tradition has a long history, the tradition is actually incomplete and is almost lost.

A daily-use formation like the purple clay teapot in front of me is something I have never heard of or seen before.

In the end, he could only attribute it to the fact that his son-in-law was so lucky that he had accumulated all kinds of rare treasures. At the same time, he was also secretly planning to get more of these good things from this "son-in-law".

If Jiang Yi knew Ning Donglai's idea, he would be so hurt.

This small purple clay teapot was collected by Ghost Lord Fang Yue from the Yinshan Realm, and he has been keeping it as a treasure.

But later, she could no longer withstand Ning Dong's repeated attempts to force her into marriage, and finally agreed to give him the teapot and a Four Seasons Tea Pill as a "bride price".

This was tantamount to admitting his relationship with Ning Xiaoqian. Ning Donglai achieved his goal and received such a heavy "bride price", so he temporarily stopped. "Is this tea so delicious?"

Yishan, who was also one of the eight military leaders, couldn't help but ask when he saw his old friend looking intoxicated.

"And you've been drinking for such a long time, but you haven't finished the tea in the purple clay pot yet?"

Ning Dong came to take a look at Yishan and said: "You drink tea like a cow. How can you understand the joy of drinking tea? Remember, you are tasting tea, not drinking it."

He did not directly answer Yishan's question. Yishan just asked casually and then continued the previous topic, saying:

"Your son-in-law has made a big move this time. I'm afraid the plan of the one in the palace will fail..."

Ning Donglai just responded with a smile while holding the purple clay teapot. Now, because of his son Ning Wuzhe and daughter Ning Xiaoqian, the man in the palace has begun to be wary of him.

In the past few years, he began to gradually consolidate the military power in his hands. Now, he has become an idle person, and the title of the eight military leaders is just a formality.

However, Ning Donglai didn't care and was happy with his free time. He stayed at home all day, drinking tea and playing with birds. His life was quite comfortable.

In fact, it's not just him. Other people who were once close to Jiang Yi have now been marginalized.

For example, Wu Yaohou Ji Shuyi has now become a marginalized person because of his illegitimate son Ji Jingzhi. Although he is in his prime, he is already at home enjoying his grandchildren.

Even though he, a bastard, was "expelled" from the family by him, it was precisely because he had lost all power that his several legitimate sons had already moved away.

For the sake of power, he even changed his allegiance and became a disciple of the former enemy of Wu Yaohou Mansion.

Ji Shuyi suffered a great blow from this, and he suddenly looked much older. He never expected that several of his legitimate sons, whom he had placed high hopes on, would turn out to be ungrateful.

Feeling disheartened, he simply resigned from all his military posts, leaving only the title of Marquis Wu Yao, and completely withdrew from the circle of power.

In addition, there is Prince Yi Jiang Mo, who has also been suspected because of his close relationship with Prince Duan's Mansion and has been stripped of his position as the Grand Commander of the Cang Camp.

However, he was not completely wiped out. He was appointed to the position of "chief coach". It sounds impressive, the chief coach of the Royal Guards, but in fact it was just a nominal position.

In addition, Prince Su's son Jiang Hai was also affected and his power was greatly reduced.

As a lesson from the past, because of what happened to these people, the powerful circles in the imperial capital of Dali all tried to distance themselves from Prince Yi's Palace.

Especially after the six forces in Western Xinjiang jointly issued a "ten-year period" statement, sensitive people felt the oppressive atmosphere hanging over the Dali Imperial Capital and became more cautious.

Many people understand the reason behind this.

Although it was due to the joint pressure from the Ten Ancestors of Dali that Shuozhou Prefecture and the Red Drought Area were placed under the jurisdiction of Prince Yi's Palace.

However, the current emperor and empress also have their own thoughts. Once they accept these two areas, Prince Yi's Mansion will no longer be isolated within the four natural barriers as before, and will hardly have any direct contact and conflict with the secular sects.

Now the sphere of influence of Prince Yi's Mansion is directly adjacent to Mount Futu, and conflicts will arise if one is not careful.

Once this happens, there will be a head-on conflict with the entire seven sects and eight schools and the two holy places, and it may even turn into a major war.

Moreover, in order to guard against the secular sects and the Quanshi Dynasty bordering the Red Drought Land to the north, Prince Yi's Palace will definitely disperse a large number of troops to station in the Red Drought Land, which will just be a good opportunity to consume the military strength of Prince Yi's Palace.

However, no matter how much they planned, they never expected that Prince Yi's Mansion would quietly sign a "Ten-Year Agreement" with several forces in Western Xinjiang.

These ten years are truly the "golden decade" for Prince Yi's Mansion!
(End of this chapter)