Mother, I have returned to the throne.

"Your Majesty, the First Prince's innocence is still uncertain. How can we follow his orders?"

Lin Fuxin gritted his teeth and spoke.

Seeing that his son-in-law was involved in the gambling between the two, if he didn't speak up, wouldn't Song Yuan drag Song Qi to be buried with him?

Who cares whether a useless prince is dead or alive?

But Song Qi is the future crown prince and emperor of the Qin Dynasty, and he must not be allowed to make any mistakes!

"Master Xiangguo, what you said makes sense!"

But Lin Fu never expected that before Song Youji could respond, Song Yuan, who had caused such a farce, suddenly nodded in agreement.

"We are members of the royal family, each of us is noble. To gamble with the lives of two princes at once is a bit too much of a compliment to those barbarians!"

"Grand Prince, I hope you can figure it out..."

"Five thousand war horses are still of vital importance to our Great Qin. My Lord Prime Minister, how about this... you take my third brother's place?"

What the hell...

The smile on Lin Fu's face froze instantly, and his brows twitched.

I'm here to advise, not to replace!

Let alone a son-in-law, even if he were my own son, as his father, I can’t go on the road for him, right?

Lin Fu groaned in his heart and wanted to refuse, but he was afraid that he would offend his son-in-law.

I could only stand there and stare blankly.

"enough!"

In the end, it was thanks to Song Youji who stepped forward and eased the embarrassment of the powerful minister.

"Song Yuan, I only want to ask you one thing. Are you sure about this bet?"

"Father, I can't possibly joke about my own life, right?"

"Okay, Qi'er, go with your brother to the appointment. If we win this time, you can be considered a hero!"

Even Song Youji couldn't resist the temptation of 5000 war horses!

The old emperor spoke on the spot, and now even Song Qi couldn't refuse!

"Listen to me, kid. If I survive this time, I will definitely avenge you for teasing me!"

The third prince Song Qi was a little frightened and reluctantly moved to Song Yuan's side while speaking.

Seeing that this guy had learned his lesson, Song Yuan finally nodded in satisfaction.

"High Priest, five thousand war horses in exchange for the lives of two princes, this is a sure win for you barbarians, right?"

"Okay, I bet!"

Now, Bulma no longer hesitated and happily agreed to Song Yuan's challenge with a wave of her hand.

As an envoy, Bulma knew everything about the Qin Empire. Now that the prince had died tragically, Song Youji had no descendants.

Who among the princes is most qualified to inherit Song Youji's throne?

That must be the third prince Song Qi!

Song Yuan’s life may not matter, but as long as Song Qi can die tragically, the future of Daqin will inevitably be unstable and turbulent, and the barbarians will sooner or later invade the territory!

Even if it means betting five thousand war horses, it's worth it for a hope!

"Grand Prince, please enlighten me!"

After reaching a verbal agreement, the high priest immediately took a step back and made room next to the rice paper.

"Don't be impatient, Master Priest. As the saying goes, words are not enough. How about we put our previous agreement in writing first?"

Song Yuan was not in a hurry. Five thousand war horses were definitely not a small number, plus a million dan of grain. What if the barbarians refused to recognize him, could the Qin Dynasty not really take action?

Some things must be prevented before they happen.

"Grand Prince, do you think that I, a barbarian, am so stingy?"

"High Priest, please don't overthink it. There's an old saying that goes, 'You should always be on guard against others!'"

Bulma was extremely unwilling to do so. If the agreement was written down in black and white, how could she deny it later?

But now the arrow is on the string and it has to be shot.

In order to make the two princes pay with their lives, he had no choice but to surrender.

"Come here, please prepare your writing!"

Witnessed by civil and military officials, Bulma personally stepped forward to write down the bet between the two parties, and then fell in love with his own official seal.

"How about this?"

"Grand Prince, are you ready to begin? It's only half an hour, so make sure you manage your time well. If you nod, I'll start counting now."

The bet was reached and the high priest began to put pressure on him.

With a hint of indifference in his eyes, he stared at Song Yuan intently, determined not to let the other party get what he wanted easily!

But Bulma didn't expect that Song Yuan came forward, glanced at the question she gave, and then turned around and asked her back.

"High Priest, let me ask you, what is the total number?"

"Needless to say? Even a child knows that there are nine hundred and ninety-nine numbers from one to nine hundred and ninety-nine, right?"

Bulma frowned.

What does this guy want?

But Song Yuan suddenly picked up the rice paper and connected one with nine hundred and ninety-nine with a brush.

"High Priest, please look, what is the sum of these two numbers?"

"That's one thousand! Grand Prince, if you want to confuse the public, I advise you to..."

Song Yuan ignored Bulma's words and used a brush to connect two and nine hundred and ninety-eight together.

"High Priest, look, what is the sum of these two numbers?"

"It's still one thousand. What exactly do you want to say?" Faced with the same answer to the question twice, Bulma vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

He stared at the question intently, but saw that this time, Song Yuan connected all the corresponding numbers before and after.

Looking at Song Yuan's actions, Bulma suddenly realized!

From one to nine hundred and ninety-nine, the corresponding numbers before and after, the final answer when added up is one thousand!

There are a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine numbers, and the final result of adding them up is four hundred and ninety-nine thousand.

There is also a separate five hundred!

All you need to do is multiply one thousand by five hundred and then subtract the missing five hundred, isn’t that the final answer?

This idea is easy to understand.

Why didn’t I think of this before?

"High Priest, judging by your expression, I believe you've understood. How is it? I've already explained my approach to the problem, and the final answer lies within your heart. Please calculate carefully: has half an hour passed since the beginning?"

"According to the bet, who will win and who will lose?"

"If the high priest is unwilling to admit it, I can spend more time to explain the reason behind it!"

"This……"

Seeing Song Yuan's burning eyes, he just said a few words.

A pale look appeared on the face of the high priest Bulma.

All the ministers present were surprised.

Is it that simple?

That series of numbers is enough to give people a headache just by looking at them. Adding them together, can Song Yuan come up with the answer in just a few words?

More importantly, Bulma clearly agreed with Song Yuan's statement.

This proves that what Song Yuan said is correct!

Won!

Daqin won!

At this moment, Song Yuan successfully washed away the original suspicion with his actions. If he was really a traitor, how could he suppress the barbarians again in such an important matter?

"Somebody come!"

Sitting on the imperial chair, Song Youji, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly calmed down and waved his hand towards General Zhao.

"General Zhao, did you hear someone just now say that if the eldest prince wins, he will die in this hall?"

"Now the outcome is decided. Come, identify the person who spoke for me!"