The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

If it was to let me let Princess Beimeng go, it would be a bit unreasonable.

If this is really the case, the other party could just capture him and directly exchange him for Dora Yue'er.

There is no need to go to great lengths to come and help me.

"She probably wants you to help Dora Yue'er to regain the throne." Zhong Ling said lightly, looking at the direction where the Beimeng State Master disappeared.

Jiang Fan looked at Zhong Ling in surprise when he heard this. He didn't understand what Zhong Ling meant for a moment.

"The Right King of Beimeng, Ji Keli, rebelled, killed the entire Beimeng royal family, and ascended the throne himself. Now, in the entire Beimeng royal family, except for the Ji Keli clan, the only direct bloodline left is Duo La Yue Er!"

Zhong Ling looked at Jiang Fan and told him the information she knew.

"Is this the information obtained by your Blood Cloud Tower's intelligence network?" Jiang Fan looked at Zhong Ling.

When Zhong Ling met Jiang Fan's gaze, her face suddenly blushed for some reason, but she still nodded honestly without saying anything more.

Jiang Fan did not ask any more questions. Since he knew that Zhong Ling had an intelligence organization, he could make more use of it in the future.

It would be best to form a tacit understanding that whatever you ask for will be met, and Zhong Ling will not bargain.

"Help Dora Yue'er seize the throne of Northern Mongolia? This deal seems to have some potential!" Jiang Fan smiled faintly and murmured softly.

Beimeng has always been a major concern for Dayan, or perhaps, it was resolved by helping Dora Yue'er.

Of course, it would be best if we could also control Beimeng. Jiang Fan never does business at a loss!

Thinking about the trip to Hejianzhou and the help from a master-level Northern Mongolian national teacher, he felt more confident.

If this matter really involves the Red Lotus Sect, it would indeed be a bit troublesome.

I heard that the Left Protector of the Red Lotus Cult is a powerful Grandmaster, and the Cult Leader is even more powerful among the Grandmasters, so he is also a very strong existence.

If he really came into conflict with the Red Lotus Cult on this trip, he would have fewer concerns when dealing with the Cult with a powerful master as his bodyguard.

"Let's go...it's time for us to head to Hejianzhou!" Jiang Fan smiled, waved and set off.

The group continued on their way, but not far away, they saw nearly a hundred bodies on the right side of the road, each of which had died in a very tragic way. All of them were killed in one blow.

The Chu brothers and Zhong Ling quickly checked the bodies and concluded that these people must have died at the hands of ten masters.

They are at least top second-rate masters, or even first-rate masters.

Jiang Fan frowned when he thought of what the Northern Mongolian National Master had said. It was obvious that there were quite a few Northern Mongolian masters who came with him on this trip.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Jiang Fan's eyes flashed with a sharp light. The Red Lotus Cult was determined to kill him. In addition to colluding with the killers from the Blood Cloud Tower, they also dispatched nearly a hundred masters.

If it weren't for the help of Beimeng's National Master and the others, Jiang Fan would really be in trouble and wouldn't be as smooth as it is now.

Red Sect? Then he will go and touch it!

He curled the corners of his mouth and led everyone to Hejianzhou.

In the capital city, people were waiting to hear what was happening on Jiang Fan's side. Many of them even went to the Morning Post and the Tianshang Renjian Restaurant to get news.

But the result was that Jiang Fan's team was still on the way. This situation shocked the people.

After all, the Hejianzhou case only lasted one month, and Jiang Fan's team had marched for seven days and had only covered half the distance.

By the time we get to Hejianzhou, I'm afraid half of the time will have passed and we won't have enough time to investigate the case.

Jiang Fan was so careless that the people were immediately dissatisfied. What is this Eighth Prince doing? Is he trying to fool us?

As for the people’s dissatisfaction, the Morning Post could only explain that the Eighth Prince had his own agenda.

Such a sentence made most of the dissatisfied people calm down immediately.

After all, Jiang Fan never follows the rules. Or maybe he really has another plan.

There is a small group of people who, under the guidance of Ye Ren and others, are increasingly dissatisfied with Jiang Fan. They are even stirring up trouble everywhere, hoping to take the opportunity to suppress Jiang Fan's prestige.

It's a pity that their approach has not seen much effect. People have seen a lot of things like this and will not be easily fooled.

Unless Jiang Fan really did something stupid and the people saw it with their own eyes, otherwise, if they want to lead the rhythm to discredit Jiang Fan again, they are just thinking too much!

In the eldest prince's mansion, Ye Ren, the eldest prince and others were gathered together. They also received the news that Jiang Fan's large group of people were slowly heading towards Hejianzhou.

Several people looked confused and puzzled, and for a moment they couldn't figure out what Jiang Fan was doing.

"Grandpa, what does Jiang Fan want to do? The group of people are moving so slowly. Doesn't he want to overturn Su Yuanguang's case? Isn't he afraid of losing the support of the court officials?" The eldest prince Jiang Yi looked at Ye Ren.

Ye Ren's eyes flickered when he heard this.

"Or maybe that guy is using the strategy of confusing the enemy. He seems to be unconcerned about the case, but he has already quietly rushed to Hejianzhou. He wants to investigate the case secretly!"

The others nodded, agreeing with Ye Ren's opinion.

"Will that allow him to find out something?" Jiang Yi looked anxious.

It was not easy to find an opportunity to suppress Jiang Fan and cut off his foundation. If Jiang Fan succeeds again, it will be more difficult to deal with him in the future!

After all, if Jiang Fan handles this matter well, he will have the support of many court officials in the court and have his own foundation.

"I wrote a letter and had someone send it to Hejianzhou, asking them to pay attention. Besides, we don't even know where the food has gone. It won't be easy for him to find out. He is doomed to fail!"

Ye Ren smiled coldly.

The others nodded and agreed.

They don’t know where the food has gone. Jiang Fan wants to know. Is it possible?

Everyone relaxed, their faces filled with unconcealed joy.

On the other side, in the Sixth Prince's mansion, a man in black knelt respectfully in the Sixth Prince's study. He spoke to the Sixth Prince who was sitting behind the desk:

"Your Highness, we have obtained gunpowder and weapons technology and have sent them over. It won't be long before we have a powerful firearms army. By then, even if Jiang Fan is crowned the crown prince, it will be easy for Your Highness to seize the throne."

The Sixth Prince concentrated on writing on the paper in front of him for a long time before he spoke: "Well, this matter is well done. By the way, has all the food in Hejianzhou been delivered to the Red Lotus Sect? Did they say when to start the rebellion?"

"They have all been delivered to the Red Lotus Cult. As for the time of the uprising, it has not yet been decided. They seem to be waiting for an opportunity."

"Besides, the issue of taxes and grain has not been resolved yet. They are afraid of complications, so they have temporarily put off the time for the uprising."

The Sixth Prince put down the pen in his hand, looked at the man in black and said, "When your men took over the food, did Ye Ren's men not discover anything?"

"Don't worry, Your Highness. Ye Shixuan is just a fool. He only cares about money, not people! I am fighting under the banner of the Great Western Kingdom and Northern Mongolia. He doesn't know that the food is actually sent to the Red Lotus Sect."

The man in black said hurriedly, his voice filled with disdain and sarcasm.