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Chapter 845 Fang Xuanling's Strategy
The matter of Prince Yin, which had been settled ten years ago, has resurfaced.

Fang Xuanling was also very troubled: "Your Majesty, if I remember correctly, at that time the late emperor had not yet started a rebellion, and your relationship with Prince Yin was still very harmonious. If there was such a thing, don't you know about it?"

"There is a ten-year age difference between me and Crown Prince Yin. When he was an adult, I was still a child."

Li Shimin said with some annoyance: "What's more, I was young and full of vigor, I loved justice, I liked to go hunting everywhere and make friends with heroes from all directions. And Prince Yin was the eldest son, so he was often kept by his father and kept in the palace."

"Which son of a wealthy family hasn't done these kinds of things?"

"Who knows where Li Jiancheng left his bastard child? He didn't dare to tell his family and kept him secretly outside. Who would know?"

"The Crown Princess Yin is from the Zheng family of Xingyang. If they knew about this, both the woman and the child would be dead. If it were me, I would not dare to let others know. At most, I would secretly make some compensation in private."

When Li Shimin said this, he reached out and pulled out a piece of paper from the desk, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote two words heavily on the paper.

He looked at him sharply, "Look at his name, it's Li Yan, not Li Chengyan. This shows that Prince Yin didn't treat him as a son, and had no intention of including him in the family tree. But this also made him a fish that slipped through the net and became such a big disaster today."

"Perhaps Crown Prince Yin wants to wait until the day he inherits the throne before letting him recognize his ancestors and return to his roots?"

Fang Xuanling counted on his fingers and calculated according to Li Shimin's thoughts: "Prince Yin was thirty-six years old when he died, and according to Jie Li, the Right Wise King is now twenty-one years old, which means he was born when Prince Yin was fifteen years old, and he was eleven years old at the time of Xuanwu Gate."

"He is sensible now, and he knows his own life experience, so he sneaked to Jie Li. Is he trying to seek protection?"

Li Yan didn't know that the nonsense he had made up had become like a bomb, causing a huge stir in the core of power in the Tang Dynasty. Li Shimin, the Half-Heaven Khan, and Fang Xuanling, the first wise man in the Tang Dynasty, began to rack their brains to analyze it.

Fang Xuanling no longer questioned it, but said worriedly: "Your Majesty, whether the Right Wise King's background is true or false, it doesn't matter."

"The important thing is that since he has taken up the banner of Li Jiancheng, he must have great ambitions."

"And Jie Li kept this man with the intention of subverting the Tang Dynasty and using him as a puppet. But Jie Li never dreamed that he would be the one to fail in the battle of Dingxiang, which led to this chess piece not being used in the end."

"He never expected that it would eventually become a disaster."

"Now Li Chengyan has grown into the Right Sage King of the Turkic people. His power is so great that he threatens Shi Luodie's position."

"That's why Jie Li wants to use us to get rid of this person and eliminate the hidden danger for his son to take over the Turkic Khanate."

Hearing that Fang Xuanling unconsciously changed Li Yan to Li Chengyan, Li Shimin glanced at Fang Xuanling with displeasure.

Realizing his slip of the tongue, Fang Chiling's expression froze and his old face turned slightly red.

Changing the subject, he said, "Your Majesty, regardless of whether this man is the eldest son of the Crown Prince Yin or the Right Wise King of the Turks, we should take this opportunity to use Jie Li as an insider to eliminate this man and prevent him from threatening our Great Tang."

"Um"

Li Shimin nodded with a heavy face: "Assistant Ji also suggested this. At the same time, he asked me to transfer the Flying Tiger Army, probably for this matter."

"According to Jie Li, when the Turks marched south this time, the Right Wise King only brought 20,000 cavalrymen."

"But these 20,000 men are the elite forces he has left over from his many years of battles. They are extremely brave and always stay with him. Even if there are more ordinary troops, I'm afraid they won't be able to stop him. If we want to wipe them out completely, we have to annihilate these 20,000 men together."

Fang Xuanling frowned and thought, "The Flying Tiger Army originally had only 20,000 soldiers. After the Battle of Dingxiang, in order to restrain the three major military governors, the emperor expanded it to the current size of 50,000 soldiers."

"However, the Flying Tiger Army has always been stationed in Dingxiang, guarding the capital and suppressing the grassland."

"We can't transfer all of them. I suggest that we transfer 30,000 Flying Tigers and secretly send them to Hebei Province. After the war with Goguryeo is over, let Lord Changsun and Jie Li discuss a proper solution. It would be best if we could separate the Right Wise King from the army."

"If not, let Jie Li find an excuse to concentrate them in one city."

"Then we will secretly dispatch the Flying Tiger Army and add the existing 100,000 troops on the Liaohe River to set up ambushes on all sides. We will surely be able to seal the Right Wise King's troops in the city and make it impossible for them to escape."

Li Shimin nodded silently. As expected of his chief think tank, he came up with such a comprehensive plan in just a moment.

I went over it twice more in my mind to make sure there were no mistakes.

"Okay, let's do it!"

Li Shimin's face became solemn and his expression was firm. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the paper with the words "Li Yan" written on it. A fierce murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

With a "whoosh" sound, his right hand clenched into a fist, and the paper ball was firmly grasped in the palm of his hand.

Li Shimin's voice without any emotion sounded: "Xuanling, you should immediately draft an order to quickly transfer Yuchi Gong."

On the north bank of the Liao River, in Huaiyuan City, Zhangsun Wuji was discussing military intelligence with Hou Junji, Xue Wanshu and other generals in the city defense mansion when he received the imperial edict from Chang'an.

He opened it and took a quick look, his face full of smiles.

Changsun Wuji, who was leading such a large-scale war for the first time, clenched his fist excitedly, then held the imperial edict and said, "Generals, the emperor has learned about our situation on the Liaodong front, and he appreciates and approves our actions, and has approved our request."

"A Liaodong war command camp will be set up on the front line. I will be the commander-in-chief, and Hou Junji and Tang Jian will be the deputy commanders. They will command the Liaodong war."

In addition to personnel arrangements, the second half of the imperial edict involved sensitive content regarding the Right Wise King and the secret mobilization of the Flying Tiger Army to Hebei to stand by, which needed to be kept strictly confidential, so Changsun Wuji did not make the imperial edict public.

"Great! Your Majesty is wise."

Hou Junji and Tang Jian put their minds at ease. After all, Liaodong was far away from Chang'an and communication was poor, so they tried to buy time.

Changsun Wuji only sought the opinions of the two people, and arbitrarily agreed to the deal with the Turks without the emperor's approval. He also set up a strategy of winning first and then losing, and transported the supplies from the Hebei Road of the Tang Dynasty to Huaiyuan City.

But at the final crucial step of "handover", both Hou Junji and Tang Jian insisted on waiting for the emperor's approval before finally "letting go" out of caution.

Seeing that Changsun Wuji had no intention of giving the imperial edict to them for review, the two of them didn't care.

Some decrees that do not involve important official positions and the transfer of power only need to be announced verbally. In a situation like this, since you, Changsun Wuji, said that the emperor agreed, then we will believe you. If it is a false decree, it is your problem and has nothing to do with the people who are executing it.

Not every will requires everyone to agree.

Another advantage of not showing the imperial edict is that no one else knows the specific meaning, and the person holding the imperial edict has the right to interpret it. Many subsequent matters, especially when encountering disagreements, can be decided in the name of the imperial edict to avoid wrangling.

Xue Wanshu knew that he would have to take part in the next important event, so he immediately asked excitedly, "Master Changsun, since the emperor has agreed, we will follow the commander's arrangements for the next matter. Just give the order!"

Zhang Sun Wuji's face turned serious, he looked around, and said decisively: "I will divide the Liaodong army into two parts, one of which is led by Deputy General Hou Junji with 80,000 people. Within three days, they will slowly return to the south bank of the Liao River. Remember, choose to do it at night and try not to attract attention."

"Yes, Marshal." Hou Junji bowed and accepted the order.

Changsun Wuji had already rehearsed in his mind many times how to act out this scene and hide it from the eyes and ears of the world. He knew it by heart, so when he arranged it this time, he did it without any delay.

"General Xue, I will leave you 20,000 men to guard Huaiyuan City. You should raise more flags and set up camps to pretend to have an army of 100,000. Three nights later, the Turks will launch a surprise attack on the Liaohe River crossing, burn bridges, destroy ships, and then attack Huaiyuan City."

"When the time comes, you can put up a bit of resistance, and then withdraw the army to Fuding City in the northwest. It will form a pincer attack with Yingzhou, and prepare for the recovery of Liaodong."

Xue Wanshu bowed and promised: "Yes, I will obey your command."

"Master Tang!"

Finally, Changsun Wuji gently said to Tang Jian: "When the Turks retake the north bank of the Liao River, you will spread the news that Jie Li's despicable sneak attack on the ferry caught our army off guard and caused us to lose Huaiyuan City. You must arouse the indignation of the people of the world."

"We should exaggerate the losses of our army, so that we can give an explanation to the people of Goguryeo and lay a good foundation for the subsequent governance."

Tang Jian stroked his beard and smiled, nodding his head in understanding: "Master Changsun, please rest assured. I know what to do."

"Ok!"

Seeing that the generals in the hall only obeyed his orders, Zhang Sun Wuji had a heroic spirit of commanding the country: "Generals, follow my orders and do not make any mistakes!"

"Yes, my lord."

The generals responded loudly and then left to carry out their own tasks.

When the hall was empty, Changsun Wuji returned to the desk, thought for a while, took out a piece of paper, and started writing on it.

When finished, take an envelope, put it in it and seal it.

He called a messenger and ordered: "Go to Liaodong City immediately and give this letter to Jie Li Khan."

"Yes, sir." The messenger took the letter and left in a hurry.

A few days later, the war in Liaodong took a dramatic turn.

The Tang army, which had originally been victorious, had crossed the Liao River and captured Huaiyuan City. They were preparing to use this as a base to attack the Turks and rescue Goguryeo, which was in imminent danger.

Even the defenders in Pyongyang, hundreds of miles away, were excited and in high spirits when they learned that the Tang Dynasty had sent troops to attack the Turkic rear. They vowed to defend the city, live and die with Pyongyang, and wait for help.

(End of this chapter)