Infinite flow: The non-African's partner is the European emperor

In the eighteenth year of Taiyuan, His Majesty was critically ill and rebels were rioting on the southwestern border. Xie Ting asked for permission to lead the Northern Palace Army to the southwest to quell the rebellion and set out in May.

After a year of time jump, the Chamber of Commerce controlled by Chen Xuan has spread all over Dayong. In other words, he is the richest man in the world. He joined hands with Ming Xia to build various factories, which made the whole nation rich. His reputation soared that even the imperial court took the initiative to cooperate with him and became an official businessman.

The assassination team that Jiang Zhi worked for received many missions to assassinate Prince Qing. Most of them were officials in the court, and some were even former members of the previous dynasty.

As Xie Zhixing's retainer, Xie Fei would naturally go to the southwest with him.

It was already mid-May when we arrived in the southwest. We met many refugees along the way. They were all affected by the rebels and had nowhere to go.

When Xie Zhixing saw this scene, he felt a little bitter. If they really wanted to embark on the road of restoring the country, there would definitely be chaos in the world again. Dayong had just been stable for more than ten years, and there were still tribal invasions on the border. How could they seek peace?

He told Xie Fei all the doubts in his mind, wanting to get an answer from him.

Xie Fei only asked him one question: "Do you want peace in the world or the throne of the emperor?"

The dynasties recorded in history would change every few hundred years. No family could sit on the throne for generations. Only the capable would come to power and it would be the survival of the fittest.

Xie Zhixing smiled bitterly and said, "If I had known my life experience since I was a child, I would have only thought about revenge, but I am no longer that kind of child."

At the southwest pass, they met the rebels. Coincidentally, the leader of the rebels was also surnamed Xie, named Xie Yao, and was also acquainted with Xie Ting.

Xie Ting seemed to have expected it would be him. When he saw him standing among the rebels, he only said, "It turns out to be you."

Xie Yao looked to be around 20 or 30 years old, with a strong build and a body of a tiger or wolf. His eyes swept across Xie Ting and finally fell on Xie Zhixing who was behind him.

"I asked around when you came. I heard that the young master Xie Zhixing of the Prince Qing's Mansion was working under you. Now I finally get to meet him." Xie Yao clasped his fists and said, "I am Xie Yao, a member of the Xie family of the previous dynasty. I am the sixth son and the eldest son of the Prince of Nan'an. You should call me your second cousin."

Xie Zhixing's body trembled. He had thought before that the person raising the flag might be someone from the Xie family, but he did not expect it to be a direct descendant.

Xie Yao and Xie Ting observed Xie Zhixing's expression at the same time, and they knew at a glance that Xie Zhixing already knew his own life experience.

"Since everyone knows the truth, why don't we sit down and talk?" Xie Yao raised his hand and the rebels behind him made way for him. He casually asked Xie Ting and Xie Zhixing to dismount and have a chat.

Ting Xie was observing the team behind him. They were well organized and did not look like a temporary organization. Rather, they looked like a military team.

"I didn't expect that you would actually bring the Southwestern Border Army under your command." Xie Ting said coldly.

Xie Yao laughed: "Now the southwest is my territory. You are already a sheep walking into the tiger's mouth. Xie Ting, do you really think that you can defeat me with your Northern Palace Army? Why don't you sit down and have a good chat. If the chat goes well, I may even send you away."

Xie Zhixing felt that Xie Yao was coming for him.

He glanced at Xie Fei and Zhou Xing behind him, and said to Xie Yao: "I can go with you, but I don't trust you. I want to take two people with me."

Xie Yao took a look at Xie Fei and Zhou Xing who were being pointed at by Xie Zhixing, and didn't see any danger, so he waved his hand and agreed to let them follow.

They were taken directly to Xie Yao's camp.

Ting Xie said bluntly: "Just say whatever you want to say."

"You are still so straightforward." Xie Yao said in a deep voice: "Now that the dog emperor is terminally ill and has no children, this is a good opportunity for us to take revenge. The southwest is located at a dangerous pass, with abundant supplies and sufficient food and rations. We also have a southwest army of 100,000 people. We can take this opportunity to attack the capital in one go, kill the dog emperor, and take back everything that should belong to our Xie family!"

His tone was filled with hatred, and his cold face was full of murderous intent. He looked at Xie Ting and Xie Zhixing who remained silent, and said sternly: "The genocide of the clan must be avenged! Especially you, Xie Zhixing, you should know who you are, right?"

Xie Zhixing clenched his hands, lowered his head and did not respond.

Xie Yao was furious. He grabbed his collar and pulled half of his body to the table, growling, "You are the f*cking prince's posthumous son, the future emperor. Don't you know how your parents died? How did the Xie family disappear? Don't you have any idea in your mind?"

"The dynasty has changed. What's the difference between what you're doing now and treason?" Xie Zhixing grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand away, and said coldly, "The genocide must be avenged, but the whole world cannot suffer for it. I will find a way to kill the emperor, and I can find someone more suitable to take that position. It won't be me anyway."

"Why can't it be you?"

"If it's your turn, I can."

What no one expected was that the last sentence was actually said by Nicholas Tse.

His answer undoubtedly indicated that he agreed with Xie Yao's approach.

"General, you..." Xie Zhixing looked at him in confusion, his eyes full of shock.

Xie Ting said calmly, "Although I don't approve of Xie Yao's actions, I agree with what he said. The Xie family's revenge must be avenged, and the Zhou family doesn't have anyone suitable to sit in that position. Only you, Xie Zhixing, can do it."

Xie Yao nodded and agreed: "He is right."

Xie Zhixing closed his eyes tightly, holding the cup in his hand, and gritted his teeth and said, "So you are forcing me to rebel?"

Xie Yao asked sternly: "You don't want to?"

"I don't want to." Xie Zhixing stood up and said sternly, "I will report it when it's time. I can't commit treason. I can't go with you. Goodbye."

"Do you think I will let you leave now that you've come here?" Xie Yao slammed the table. The sound of weapons was heard from outside. As soon as the curtain opened, Xie Yao's subordinates had blocked all the retreat routes.

Xie Zhixing sighed, he knew it would be like this.

He glanced at Xie Fei inconspicuously, as if asking him what to do.

Xie Fei moved his lips and said silently: "Don't leave yet."

With his words, Xie Zhixing was captured by Xie Yao without any resistance.

Not only would Xie Yao not harm Xie Zhixing, he would also provide him with delicious food and drinks, because he wanted to use Xie Zhixing's identity as the posthumous son of the Crown Prince of Daliang to hold high the banner of supporting Daliang and go straight to Kyoto.

The news cannot be leaked, so he naturally will not let Xie Fei and Zhou Xing go. The two of them are locked up together with Xie Zhixing, which makes communication easier.

"Beilu, what are your plans?" Xie Zhixing finally couldn't help but ask Xie Fei.

"The situation in Kyoto is about to change. We might as well wait until it changes."