As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 41: Your Highness, what’s the matter?

"Who?!"

moment,

The prince, whose mind was a little confused due to overwork, suddenly woke up.

Although he couldn't see anything, he was sure that the sound he just heard was not an auditory hallucination.

someone!

"Zhi!"

The sword was unsheathed, and a flash of sword light appeared.

His eyes were stern, and he drew out the sword at his side and stabbed straight in the direction where the sound came from.

From noticing someone to decisively drawing the sword and attacking, the whole process took only a moment.

Smooth and clear.

Being born in an imperial family, there are many things to learn. It would be a big mistake to think that this gentle and refined prince is just a weak scholar.

If he had not suffered a serious illness five years ago and had not worked day and night to exhaust his body, he was confident that his sword skills would not be inferior to those of a battle-hardened general.

only……

The sword rang out, but it stabbed into nothing.

The night was dark and eerie, with not a single person in sight.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. I mean no harm."

Very risky.

Mingchen looked at the slightly trembling sword in front of him, shook his head slightly, and spoke to the prince whom he had never met but had a long-standing friendship with.

"Hmph! Pretending to be a ghost!"

"Who are you? What do you want to tell me?"

"Again, this weird talk about longevity? Immortality? Fortune-telling?"

"If you really have the ability, go show off in front of His Majesty!"

Xiao Zhengyang snorted coldly and sheathed his sword. He knew that he probably couldn't hurt the other person.

Mingchen spoke again, but there was no one in the dim room.

Xiao Zhengyang guessed the approximate identity of the visitor.

It must be those superstitious practitioners who are cheating and showing off their magic tricks.

Since the other party was able to bypass the guards of the Prince's Mansion and come here, but did not take action, he probably had no ill intentions towards him, and perhaps had something to ask of him.

The most basic security can probably be guaranteed.

However, this does not mean that he will be nice to the other party.

Left-wing paths are left-wing paths after all, and they cannot save the country!
If we say that the current emperor Xiao Yu is a person in power who is extremely interested in spiritual practice, longevity, elixirs, and alchemists.

Then Crown Prince Xiao Zhengyang is the completely opposite type of person.

What he hated most were those liars who talked nonsense, performed magic tricks, and used recipes for elixirs whose authenticity was unknown and vague methods of longevity to deceive the emperor.

Because he was the one who suffered the most.

If Xiao Yu had not been obsessed with this, how could he have abandoned such a huge dynasty, and how could the court and the country have fallen into such a state.

"No no no~"

Facing Xiao Zhengyang's cold face, Mingchen didn't mind at all. He just said, "I don't like talking about those vague things. Why don't we talk about something practical~"

"Really?"

"Humph!"

Xiao Zhengyang said: "What do you know about reality?"

The room was dim, and the prince spoke to himself coldly in the empty space.

Fortunately, the Crown Princess fell asleep in the chair, otherwise she would have been worried about her prince being overworked and suffering from hysteria.

“There are many real things…”

Mingchen glanced at the files on the table and moved his feet: "For example, let's talk about what Your Highness is worried about now?" The voice came into Xiao Zhengyang's ears from all directions.

He clenched his fists, said nothing, and waited quietly for Mingchen's next words.

"The situation in the north is urgent. The Beilie army has already crossed the Lin River, and the Qianyuan army is losing ground. If the enemy can break through the three passes of Beiya, the road will be flat. Qianyuan will no longer have strong cities to defend. The world's most powerful cavalry will be unstoppable and can march straight into Kyoto with unstoppable force."

"In the blink of an eye, the bustling and prosperous Yueyang Capital of Qianyuan will become a purgatory of a human slaughterhouse."

"How does your Highness solve this?"

In Mingchen's objective opinion, unless Qianyuan was completely stupid and hopeless, and the time and place were both favorable to Beilie, such a tragic ending would be possible.

Otherwise, the scene described by Mingchen would actually be difficult to achieve.

Due to limited food supply, Bei Lie had no way of extending the battle line to such a long extent.

Kyoto, an ancient capital for hundreds of years, is not made of paper that can be torn apart by a single poke.

Of course, this is a negotiation, and whether it is true or false is not important. What is important is how to suppress the other party, how to put pressure on the other party, and let the other party follow your own rhythm.

This is Xiao Zhengyang's Achilles' heel.

Of course he also knew that war was not that easy.

His great country that has existed for hundreds of years is not so easy to be destroyed.

But, a one in ten thousand chance is still possible.

He didn't dare to gamble, and he couldn't gamble.

In this position, he cannot be rational and objective, he will be afraid, and he will fear the worst outcome.

He was afraid that the Northern Lie cavalry would break through Yueyang and destroy Qianyuan's hundreds of years of foundation in his hands. He would not be able to face his ancestors after his death and could not imagine that the pen of history was as hard as iron.

The prospect of his country's demise weighed on his heart like a mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.

The thing that worried me the most was revealed to me cleanly and clearly by the other party.

He had no time to care about Mingchen's identity. He just frowned, tightened his lips, and didn't say anything.

He would think: This stranger saw it, does it mean that the possibility of what he is worried about happening is greater than he thought.

Ming Chen looked at the silent prince and continued, "The Southern Blood-Cloaked Army has already become a powerful force, dominating three states, recruiting hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and their size is constantly expanding. They are advancing with unstoppable force, charging towards the capital with overwhelming momentum."

"In the south, three important granaries, Liuyong, Linguang, and Jiqu, are in imminent danger. If they are captured..."

"What's your explanation, Your Highness?"

An old man counts as one soldier, a farmer counts as one soldier, a child counts as one soldier, and a bandit counts as one soldier.

Among a hundred thousand soldiers, perhaps less than ten thousand are truly useful.

Elite troops need to be discounted again.

There are good and bad people mixed together, a mob, and people's hearts are unpredictable.

He simply took advantage of Qianyuan's war in the north to start a rebellion out of anger.

When ordinary people gain power and wealth beyond their expectations, will they indulge in pleasure and forget their original common goal?
Even if a leader is gifted, it takes time and energy to integrate these messy people.

For the masses who are rising up in rebellion, the most difficult thing may not be fighting, but how to establish a regime under such conditions of lack of knowledge, lack of vision, lack of background, lack of ideas...

Is it true that the Blood-Shirt Army uprising is a disaster that will destroy the country? Actually, it is not. With hard work, there is still a way to solve it.

But the fact is that the Blood-Skinned Rebellion has gotten out of control.

Everything is connected, one thing after another, and a single snowflake can cause an avalanche.

The imperial court was unable to divide its troops and was unable to resolve the problem. Step by step, it had led to a disaster.

When Mingchen said this, he was gradually adding weight to Xiao Zhengyang's heart.

What solution?

What solution?

If Xiao Zhengyang knew how to solve it, he wouldn't have been so tired that he didn't sleep for two nights.

Mingchen knew where his weakness was, and now, he was magnifying his fear and anxiety step by step.

(End of this chapter)