The eldest son is fierce

Prime Minister's Mansion, Hall.

Prime Minister Fan Yongzheng and a dozen core ministers of the Fan Party were sitting in the hall to renegotiate the future direction of the Fan Party.

In the past, when such important matters were discussed, the prime minister's hall was almost always filled with people. But now, after several battles with Tang Yi, the prime minister's party, which once had all the financial power, has been killed or exiled, and there are only a few people left.

Looking at the empty seats, the dozen or so ministers present all felt a sense of grief.

"Everyone knows about the situation in Kyoto during this period. Our foundation in Kyoto has almost collapsed. There are only a few people left in the three provinces and six ministries of the court. Even the Kyoto families and powerful clans who have always been submissive to us have almost turned against us because of Tang Yi's secret support."

"Everyone, now is a matter of life and death. We must carefully consider the way forward."

Fan Yong held the teacup in his hand, his voice indifferent.

Everyone fell silent after hearing this. They naturally knew the current situation of the Fan Party.

The prince is dead, and their dream of using the emperor to control the princes is no longer possible. It is not impossible for them to support a new prince to ascend the throne, but they have no one to choose from.

Emperor Yanwen had five sons in total. The eldest son led troops in the northwest and had foreign blood, which meant that he was destined to have no chance of becoming emperor. The second prince was the crown prince, but he had already been crowned. The fourth prince and Tang Yi were so close that they could wear the same pants. After supporting him to ascend the throne, the first thing that guy did was probably to kill them. The third prince broke his leg while riding a horse when he was young and had to use a wheelchair. He was also a lunatic and difficult to control. The fifth prince was still in his infancy.

In this way, if they want to maximize their benefits, they can only choose the fifth prince who is still in his infancy. At that time, Fan Yong will be the regent, and their life will still be very comfortable.

But the problem is that Prince Yan now has extremely high prestige in Kyoto, especially with the group of scholars in Nancheng, with whom he has a very close relationship. The Fifth Prince has no advantage over him, not to mention that the person standing behind this guy is the little bastard Tang Yi.

Choosing the fifth prince is tantamount to chronic suicide.

"Prime Minister, just say it straight! We will just follow you." The new Chief Censor Qin Wenzhuan put down his teacup and said.

The other members of Fan's party also nodded in agreement. They said it was a discussion, but how could a Prime Minister like Fan Yong listen to them? He had planned it for more than ten years, so how could he allow himself to fail?

They were called over to discuss something, but in fact it was just to inform them.

Seeing everyone say this, Fan Yong stopped hiding his true feelings and said, "During this period, both the Princess and the King of Huainan have sent people to contact me, hoping to win us over."

"The King of Huainan now has a strong army and horses, and is said to have counselors like rain and brave generals like clouds. Although it is a bit exaggerated, I am afraid that there is some truth to his ambition to dominate the world."

"As for the eldest princess... To be honest, I still don't know what this woman's trump card is."

Everyone nodded slightly. Although the eldest princess also suffered heavy losses in the confrontation with Tang Yi, she did not lose as many soldiers and generals as they did, and even her trump card was not revealed.

Fan Yong took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and said, "I prefer to cooperate with the King of Huainan. Although the King of Huainan has made many arrangements in Kyoto over the years, his influence is still far less than ours."

"Furthermore, with our support, it will be legitimate for him to take that position in the future. Of course, this is only one of the reasons. The most important reason is that most of our forces are outside the capital, not in Kyoto."

"All the noble families in the world are under our control."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment at what he said. They didn't understand what Fan Yong meant for a moment. Fan Yong continued, "If the Prince of Huainan wants to rebel, he must have a legitimate reason. So, we have to help him."

"Everyone, get your men to start moving! Da Yan...it's time for the whole world to rebel."

Now the facts are not in the favor of the Fan Party, but the rules are very favorable to the Fan Party. The powerful families in the world are controlled by them. If they allow the powerful families from all over the country to support two rebels, there will be endless rebellions in Dayan!

Did Emperor Yanwen really think that placing the more than 2,000 scholars trained by Tang Yi in Nancheng into important counties and prefectures in Dayan would change anything?

In front of the aristocratic families, wouldn't it only take a few minutes to kill them?

They cannot suppress the rebellion, and the imperial court has no way to quell it. When the time comes, the Prince of Huainan will ask for permission to quell the rebellion. Wouldn't that be the opportunity to drive the tiger to devour the wolf?

"Your Excellency is wise!" Upon hearing this, all the ministers of Fan's party nodded repeatedly, and agreed with Fan Yong's plan.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister, there's news from the Southern Territory, there's news from the Southern Territory..."

At this moment, the butler rushed in from outside, tumbling and crawling. Everyone's eyes fell on him. The butler's face was pale as he pointed outside the door and said, "Prime Minister, the Southern Border has rushed to the capital from 800 miles away. A great victory in the Southern Border. Tang Yi defeated 200,000 elite troops of Nanjing at Tianyong Pass. The Southern Border Army's Grand Marshal Huangfu Zong has died at Tang Yi's hands!"

Whoosh!

In the hall, Prime Minister Fan Yong and his party members all stood up, faces filled with shock and astonishment. A great victory in the southern border? Tang Yi had defeated 200,000 elite troops from Nanjing? And had he even killed Huangfu Zong?

Huangfu Zong... was defeated?!

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Fan Yong regained consciousness with a ferocious expression, and he was furious: "Huangfu Zong has 200,000 elite soldiers at his command, and tens of thousands of martial arts masters as backup. How could he be defeated?"

"Except for the five thousand new troops, the rest of Tang Yi's troops are just a ragtag group. They have no coordination and no morale. How can he fight? He can't fight at all. This is fake, it must be fake."

Even with Fan Yong's advanced training, his defenses were broken. Huangfu Zong's 200,000 men were the elite of the elite, but what about Tang Yi? The New Army, the Zhennan Army, the Border Army, the Bandit Army... it was a hodgepodge. How could they defeat the disciplined and powerful Nanjing Army?

The faces of the ministers of Fan Dang turned pale. They thought that Tang Yi would definitely die if he entered the southern border this time. However, they did not expect that this guy would be so resilient. Not only did he not die, he also killed the Grandmaster Huangfu Zong.

The martial arts world's legendary master is only at this level?!

Qin Wenzhuan took a deep breath and said with a bit of a toothache, "If it were anyone else, it would be impossible. But that was Tang Yi! This isn't the first time this has happened to that little bastard, right?"

These two sentences made Fan Yong and the other ministers of the Fang Party feel as if their hearts were pierced instantly, and the pain was so severe that they felt like they were about to burst. Tang Yi had made them suffer a lot in Beijing, and even the strongest foreign aid they invited was crippled by him.

So was it surprising that he defeated Huangfu Zong in the southern border? Thinking about it this way, it didn't seem so surprising. It was just a routine operation.

That little bastard is best at turning the impossible into possible!

The housekeeper saw the expressions on everyone's faces and was confused. I haven't finished speaking yet. What else can I say next?