I am invincible, that's why I lie down. You're using your entire clan to rebel?

The next morning.

The camp at Qingshidu began to break up.

The sky over Northern Wilderness remained gloomy.

Thick clouds pressed down on the wasteland, and the distant snow-capped mountains resembled a sleeping giant, silently overlooking this land.

Everyone knows.

A storm is about to break in the royal court.

The Wuhuan stood in the center of the camp, watching the soldiers who were organizing their troops.

In just one day.

His identity underwent a dramatic change.

Before yesterday.

He was just a third prince with little military power.

Even in the eyes of many Northern Mang nobles, he was merely an observer outside the struggle between his two elder brothers.

But now.

The Emperor of Qin stood behind him.

And in his hands, there was now another path leading to the Khanate.

just.

This road is not easy to travel.

"Your Highness."

Murong Xuan walked to the side of the Wuhuan.

Are you really sure about it?

The Wuhuan looked at the procession preparing to depart in the distance.

A moment of silence.

"gentlemen."

"If it were before yesterday, I might have hesitated."

"But now..."

He turned around.

His gaze fell on the location where Qin Mu was in the distance.

"I finally understand."

"A person lives not just for themselves."

Murong Xuan was slightly taken aback.

He followed the Wuhuan for five years.

This was the first time I had seen such a determined light in the eyes of this young prince.

The Wuhuan people of the past were intelligent.

But I always carried a degree of caution.

Like someone walking in the dark.

I'm afraid of making a mistake at every step.

But now.

He seems to have found his direction.

"Your Highness."

Murong Xuan said in a low voice.

"If I really become the Khan in the future."

Will you regret your choice today?

The Wuhuan shook their heads.

"Won't."

"Because without His Majesty."

"In the end, all that will remain in Northern Mang is internal strife."

"Regardless of who wins."

Neither of these will be a victory.

As he spoke, he looked into the distance.

"The real losers are the ordinary people."

Murong Xuan remained silent.

Much later.

He bowed.

"Your subject understands."

……

the other side.

Qin Mu sat beside the carriage.

Jiang Zhaoyue held a secret letter that had just been delivered.

His expression was somewhat complicated.

"Young master."

"News from the North."

Qin Mu accepted the letter.

I didn't open it right away.

He simply smiled and said:

"Xu Longxiang?"

Jiang Zhaoyue nodded.

"Um."

"It seems he has already begun to take action."

Qin Mu opened the envelope.

There isn't much content inside.

But a few keywords are enough.

Three hundred thousand iron cavalrymen in the north began to be mobilized.

There are unusual movements in the Xiliang direction.

Xu Longxiang is gathering forces from all sides.

even……

The Moon Goddess Cult has also made new moves.

After reading it, Jiang Zhaoyue frowned slightly.

"He still doesn't know that Northern Mang has become like this."

Qin Mu folded the letter.

That's what makes it interesting.

Jiang Zhaoyue was puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

Qin Mu smiled.

"He thought he was playing a game of chess."

"But they didn't know."

"The chessboard has already been changed."

Jiang Zhaoyue looked at Qin Mu.

I suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Xu Longxiang.

That once spirited prince of the North.

From beginning to end.

They all thought they were competing with Qin Mu.

But in reality...

What he faced.

He is someone who has seen through the entire scheme.

"Young master."

"What if Xu Longxiang eventually finds out the truth..."

Jiang Zhaoyue did not continue speaking.

Qin Mu understood what she meant.

"So what if I know?"

"He's gotten to where he is today."

"It's not because we don't know the truth."

"It's because he's unwilling to accept the truth."

Jiang Zhaoyue remained silent.

She thought of Xu Longxiang.

That man who once defied the world for Zhao Qingxue.

Maybe.

That's what really trapped him.

It was never Qin Mu.

It was himself.

……

Three days later.

The Northern Mang royal court.

Sirius City.

This is the center of the entire Northern Wilderness.

It was also the place where the Khans of all dynasties were located.

The towering city walls were built of massive stones.

A huge wolf head totem hangs on the city gate.

It symbolizes the glory of the Northern Barbarians.

However, at this moment...

Throughout the entire Sirius City.

The atmosphere, however, was incredibly oppressive.

Because the old Khan was nearing his end.

Tribal leaders from all over the country rushed to the scene.

Everyone is waiting for news.

Waiting for the news that will decide the future of Northern Mang.

The eldest prince, Huyan Lie, led 30,000 elite cavalry into the royal city.

The news of the imprisonment of the second prince, Tuoba Sun, had already spread far and wide.

Everyone thinks so.

This time.

Huyan Lie will inevitably be the winner in the end.

after all.

He commanded the most powerful army in Northern Mang.

however.

Just when everyone thought so.

Another team entered Sirius City.

Above the flag.

It is not Huyan Lie's wolf flag.

It was the Third Prince's Blue Wolf Banner.

The Wuhuan have arrived.

The moment the news spread.

The entire city of Sirius was shaken.

"Why is he here?"

"Hasn't he always lacked military power?"

"Does he also want to vie for the Khanate?"

Countless voices rang out.

Outside the city gate.

The Wuhuan were riding on horseback.

His expression was calm.

It no longer has that hidden edge it used to have.

Because now.

He no longer needs to hide.

Behind him.

Qin Mu sat in an ordinary carriage.

There were no flags.

There were no ceremonial entourages.

He looked like an ordinary traveler.

but.

Nobody knows.

The people sitting in this ordinary carriage.

They are the ones who truly decide the fate of Northern Mang.

After entering Sirius City.

The Wuhuan went to the royal palace immediately.

Qin Mu and the others were arranged to stay in a side hall.

"Young master."

Han Xin'er looked at the guards outside.

"There are quite a few experts here."

Qin Mu nodded.

"The Northern Mang royal court has existed for hundreds of years, so it naturally has a rich history."

Yunluan stood to one side.

He said calmly:

"However, there is nothing to fear."

Qin Mu smiled.

"certainly."

"Just taking a look."

As he spoke, he looked into the depths of the palace.

There.

There was a sense of weakness about him.

It is slowly dissipating.

Old Khan.

He's dying.

……

Inside the royal palace.

The Wuhuan knelt before the bed.

The old man on the bed was so old that he looked terrible.

A powerful ruler who once ruled the Northern Barbarians for decades.

Now he's down to his last breath.

The old Khan opened his eyes.

Looking at the Wuhuan people in front of him.

for a long time.

He said softly:

"You've arrived."

The Wuhuan bowed their heads.

"Father Khan."

The old Khan looked at him.

Suddenly he laughed.

"So many years."

"You've been pretending not to be a Northern Barbarian."

Wu Huan's body trembled slightly.

The old Khan continued:

"But I know."

"You are the child who is most like me."

Wu Huan's eyes were slightly red.

"Father Khan..."

The old Khan slowly closed his eyes.

"After the Northern Barbarians..."

"It's up to you now."

The sound faded.

inside the room.

Complete silence.

The Old Khan of Northern Mang.

Emperor died.

next moment.

The entire Sirius City.

A heavy bell rang out.

The New Era of Northern Mang.

Officially begin.

The bells of Sirius City toll.

It rang nine times in a row.

This is the highest form of etiquette in Northern Mang.

It signifies the fall of a Khan and the imminent birth of a new Khan.

Inside the royal palace.

All the tribal chiefs knelt on the ground.

The atmosphere is heavy.

When the Wuhuan people came out of the old Khan's palace, their faces were very calm.

I wasn't so sad that I lost control.

He was not moved by his father's last words.

He just walked quietly.

It felt as if a heavy mountain had been placed on his shoulders.

however.

He had just stepped out of the palace.

A figure then came forward to greet them.

It was none other than the eldest prince, Huyan Lie.

The two were about ten steps apart.

It stopped.

once.

They are their most direct competitors.

For the sake of the Khan's position, they were wary of each other.

They even secretly competed for many years.

But at this moment.

The two looked at each other.

But the former hostility was gone.

Huyan Lie said in a deep voice:

"Third brother."

The Wuhuan nodded.

"Big brother."

After a brief silence.

Huyan Lie spoke:

"Father Khan is gone."

Wu Huan said in a low voice:

"I know."

Huyan Lie looked at him.

"You should know what's going to happen next."

The Wuhuan remained silent.

But he knew.

The old Khan died.

The various tribes of Northern Mang will inevitably begin to choose sides.

Some people support Huyan Lie.

Some people support the Wuhuan.

Some people even want to take the opportunity to plunge Northern Mang into chaos.

Because for many tribes...

It doesn't matter who the Khan is.

The important question is whether they can profit from the chaos.

Hu Yanlie remained silent for a moment.

Suddenly he said:

"Third brother."

"I have something I want to ask you."

Why did you come back?

The Wuhuan looked at him.

No hiding.

"Because I want the Northern Barbarians to live."

Hu Yanlie's body trembled slightly.

This is the answer.

He didn't expect that.

Then.

He gave a wry smile.

"I always thought you weren't suited to be the Khan."

"Because you are not like the Northern Barbarians."

The Wuhuan did not refute this.

Huyan Lie continued:

"But now it seems..."

"Perhaps the Northern Barbarians really need a Khan who is not like the people of the past."

The two fell silent again.

After a while.

Huyan Lie said in a low voice:

"but."

"The person who eventually sits in that position."

"It's not you."

Then I understood.

He looked at Huyan Lie.

"Big brother..."

Huyan Lie did not continue speaking.

Just patted him on the shoulder.

He turned and left.

……

Inside the side hall.

Qin Mu sat by the window.

Holding a cup of tea in my hand.

From beginning to end.

He did not attend the old Khan's funeral.

He also did not go to see the leaders of the Northern Mang tribes.

Because it is not necessary.

The Northern Wilderness of today.

The real right to choose.

It's not in those people's hands.

Instead, it's in the hands of a few people.

One of the.

That is Huyan Lie.

"His Majesty."

The Wuhuan people walked in.

Bow respectfully.

Qin Mu looked up.

"What's wrong?"

The Wuhuan remained silent for a moment.

Said:

"My elder brother wants to become the Khan."

Qin Mu nodded.

"I know."

The Wuhuan were taken aback.

"Did Your Majesty already know?"

Qin Mu smiled.

"I knew it from the first time I met Huyan Lie."

"He's more suited for that position than you."

The Wuhuan remained silent.

Although it had been suspected for some time.

But when Qin Mu said it himself...

It's still somewhat complicated.

Why?

Qin Mu put down his teacup.

"Because the Northern Barbarians need someone who can keep the army in check."

"Huyan Lie has military achievements, prestige, and sufficient killing intent."

"He took his seat as Khan."

"Only those veteran generals of the Northern Barbarians will submit."

The Wuhuan nodded.

He finally understood.

Although I understand governance.

They understand strategy.

Knowing how to develop a country.

But what the Northern Barbarians lack most right now is...

He was not a ruler who governed by civil administration.

Rather, he is a powerful figure who can suppress everyone.

"And what about me?"

The Wuhuan asked.

Qin Mu looked at him.

"You are responsible for changing Northern Mang."

The Wuhuan were stunned.

Qin Mu continued:

"Huyan Lie is responsible for stabilizing Northern Mang."

"You are responsible for the future development of Northern Mang."

"You two, one in charge of the army, the other in charge of the government."

"This is the perfect combination for Northern Mang."

The Wuhuan remained silent for a long time.

Then he lowered his head.

"Your subject understands."

This moment.

He finally understood Qin Mu's true intentions.

From the very beginning.

Qin Mu had no intention of supporting him to become Khan.

Instead, they wanted Huyan Lie to be the one standing in the spotlight.

And myself.

He then became the one who changed Northern Mang.

……

at the same time.

Royal Palace Hall.

The leaders of the various tribes in Northern Mang have begun to argue.

"The eldest prince has the most military achievements!"

"He should inherit the Khanate!"

"But the Third Prince has the late Khan's dying wish!"

"What about the dying wish?"

"The Khan of Northern Mang cannot be judged solely by bloodline!"

The argument escalated.

Just then.

Outside the main hall.

A voice rang out.

That's enough.

Everyone turned around.

Huyan Lie walked in.

Behind him.

Following the commander of 30,000 Northern Barbarian cavalry.

This moment.

The entire hall fell silent.

Huyanlie walked to the center.

Looking at everyone.

"My father has just passed away."

"And you start fighting over it?"

"Don't you think Northern Mang is chaotic enough?"

Many tribal leaders lowered their heads.

Huyan Lie continued:

"I know."

"Some of you support me."

"Some people support the third brother."

"But I'm going to tell you."

"The Northern Barbarians cannot continue their internal strife."

He said this.

There was a pause.

"so."

"I've made my decision."

"To inherit the Khan's throne."

These words were spoken.

The main hall was in turmoil once again.

however.

The next sentence.

It left everyone stunned.

"at the same time."

"The Third Prince, Wuhuan, has been appointed."

"He served as the Left Chancellor of the Northern Mang."

"Responsible for the internal affairs reform of Northern Mang."

The entire main hall.

Silence fell.

No one expected it.

Huyan Lie actually took the initiative to keep the Wuhuan here.

I never expected that.

He would give him such a high position.

this means.

The future of Northern Wilderness.

It's not a world for one person alone.

Instead, it is jointly controlled by two people.

……

Inside the side hall.

Qin Mu heard the news.

He just smiled.

Jiang Zhaoyue stood to the side.

He asked softly:

"Young master."

Is this really a good idea?

"Make Huyan Lie the Khan."

Qin Mu looked out the window.

"Why is it bad?"

Jiang Zhaoyue thought for a moment.

"Because he once wanted to be your enemy."

Qin Mu smiled.

"That's why it's even better."

"Someone who once defied me."

"Now he sits on the throne of Khan."

He knows better than anyone else.

Who gave him this position?

Jiang Zhaoyue remained silent.

She suddenly understood.

Qin Mu never simply subdued a person.

He was making plans.

Let everyone...

They all stood in the most suitable positions.

Huyanlie was stationed in Beimang.

The Wuhuan ruled over the northern barbarians.

And Qin Mu.

Then one can rule the world.

Just then.

Yunluan came in from outside.

He was holding a secret letter in his hand.

"His Majesty."

"News from the North."

Qin Mu accepted it.

After opening.

His gaze paused slightly.

The letter contained only one sentence.

-

"Xu Longxiang is ready to raise an army."

Qin Mu looked at that sentence.

for a long time.

Suddenly he laughed.

"Is it finally starting?"

Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him.

"Young master."

"Are we going back to Qin?"

Qin Mu put the letter away.

shook his head.

"No rush."

"The matter with Northern Mang is not over yet."

"and……"

His gaze was directed south.

It felt like traversing a vast wilderness.

I saw the once spirited prince of the North.

"Since Xu Longxiang wants to rebel."

"Then let him wait a little longer."

"When he thinks he's won."

"Tell him again."

This world.

It was never something he could take whenever he wanted.

The wind blows through Sirius City.

The struggle for the new Khanate of the Northern Mang.

The curtain has fallen.

And the final storm in Kyushu.

And they finally began to converge.