We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Li Che squatted on the ground without any image, rummaging through the box.

The prince was indeed generous. Even though he did not come here sincerely to reconcile, he was very lavish in his spending.

After a quick inventory, there were a total of 5,000 taels of silver, a box of refined salt, a box of spices, a box of Shu brocade, and a box of tea.

In addition, there are some gold and silver ruyi, pearl treasures, antiques and jades, which are all flashy and useless things and are only worth selling for money.

However, what caught Li Che's eye the most was a set of pitch-black armor.

I saw that the armor was made of hundreds of black iron plates tied together skillfully, and it was carved with lifelike dragon patterns, which looked extremely exquisite.

It turned out to be a set of goose feather chain mail! This is a treasure that even money can't buy!

This kind of armor is expensive, light and strong, and is truly a precious armor.

Unfortunately, I don’t dare to wear it.

What if the armor sent by the prince, this treacherous bastard, is soaked in chronic poison?

Forget it, I'll wait until I get back to the Northeast and try to find the mining sites I remember.

I can definitely make better armor than this!

Looking at Li Che's happy expression, Uncle Yang felt mixed emotions.

Ever since Li Che was framed by the prince and returned from the palace, he seemed like a different person.

Becoming somewhat arrogant and even reckless...

"Your Highness," Uncle Yang admonished with a worried look on his face, "You shouldn't have quarreled with the Crown Prince just now."

"What if the prince gets angry and hires assassins to do something extreme? A gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall."

"Haha, Uncle Yang." Li Che said without turning his head, "Even if he and I were to reconcile and become brothers, would Your Majesty agree?"

"His Majesty?"

Uncle Yang doesn’t understand, what does this have to do with Emperor Qing?

"Think about it." Li Che turned around. "I almost died at the hands of the Crown Prince yesterday, and I reconciled with him today. What will His Majesty think of me?"

"Will he think I'm someone with deep scheming and good at hiding? Can he trust someone like that as a vassal king?"

Li Che picked up a silver ingot, clenched it tightly in his hand, his eyes flashing:

"I just want to make a scene! I want to go crazy! I want His Majesty to think that I'm venting my dissatisfaction, opposing the Crown Prince, and throwing a tantrum at His Majesty!"

"The more reckless I am, the more confident he is in me, and the safer my situation will be."

"This..." Uncle Yang looked at Li Che in disbelief.

He had never realized that his Highness had such deep thoughts.

He had never seen Li Che so high-spirited, like a sleeping lion that finally showed its fangs at this moment.

Uncle Yang looked guilty: "This old servant has never thought about this and has misunderstood Your Highness."

"Hey!" Li Che waved his hands quickly, "We are a family, don't call yourself that in the future."

"Yes." Uncle Yang's eyes were slightly red.

"Uncle Yang, I was just forbearing before, not stupid." Li Che said seriously, "I almost died yesterday, and only then did I understand that people can't keep forbearing and giving in. If you keep giving in, there will be no way out."

"I know." Uncle Yang wiped his tears, "Your Highness has been smart and kind since he was a child, just like the Empress."

When mentioning the mother he had never met, Li Che didn't know what to say.

He had no choice but to step forward and help Uncle Yang up: "You still have to take care of the purchase of supplies. Now that the vassal state is about to be established, I really can't spare any time."

"Don't worry, Your Highness." Uncle Yang asked curiously, "What else is Your Highness going to do?"

"We already have an army, but we don't have all the officials in Ninggu Palace yet." Li Che replied with a smile, "What's the most important thing for farming and development?"

“Talent, talent, and more talent!”

. . . . . .

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

Emperor Qing was a diligent emperor who would get up at the hour of Mao every day to work.

There is no way around it. One of the side effects of excessive concentration of power is that one has to do everything personally.

Placing the last memorial on the imperial desk, Emperor Qing spoke softly, "How's things going with the Sixth Prince?"

Huang Jin walked over quietly, holding a pot of tea at the right temperature.

"His Highness the Sixth Prince went to the criminal camp yesterday and recruited 1,300 criminals into his personal guards. He also took away the criminal army's weapons and supplies."

"The captain of the Crown Prince's Left Guard tried to stop him, but was beheaded on the spot by His Highness. His Highness confiscated all of his weapons, armor, and armor."

Huang Jin reported carefully without adding any exaggeration.

Emperor Qing smiled instead of getting angry: "Good boy, keep talking."

"The gates of the Ten Kings' house were wide open, and servants were constantly moving furniture and belongings in and out, sending them to the pawn market to be sold."

Hearing this, Emperor Qing's mouth twitched, but he remained silent in the end.

"Also, this morning, the Crown Prince went to the Tenth Prince's Palace and said something to the Sixth Prince. He left in anger not long after."

Emperor Qing took a sip of tea and finally spoke: "Did the Crown Prince get humiliated by the Sixth Prince?"

"The prince's face was indeed very ugly when he left the Ten Kings' Residence."

"Humph." Emperor Qing sneered, "You are a dignified Crown Prince, yet you don't even have this little bit of energy cultivation skills."

Put the tea on the imperial table,

"This brat, Lao Liu, is still mad at me!"

Since he ascended the throne, which prince was not terrified in front of him and dared not even breathe?

Only Lao Liu dared to turn his back on me!

The shocking "words of rebellion" spoken yesterday still seem to be ringing in my ears, awakening my ears.

This was the first time that a prince dared to get angry with him and express his dissatisfaction through actions.

The strange thing is that he didn't feel angry at all.

"Forget it, let him go." Emperor Qing waved his sleeves. "Has anyone in the court gone to the Sixth Elder's residence to recommend themselves?"

"unmanned."

Emperor Qing narrowed his eyes and said, "Yes, the entire court is used to enjoying themselves in the imperial capital. Who would want to go to that icy place and suffer?"

According to the etiquette, the Prince's Mansion must have at least thirty officials including the Chief Secretary, Secretary, Professor, etc.

The highest official position can reach the fifth rank, which is also a path to promotion for low-level officials without any foundation.

Therefore, whenever a prince was enfeoffed, there would always be officials with no hope of promotion who would recommend themselves and seek a position.

But Li Che's reputation was really bad, and his fiefdom was located in a cold and bitter place outside the Great Wall, so no one in the court was optimistic about him.

Emperor Qing changed the subject: "Have the imperial court prepared all the rewards and salaries for the Prince of Ninggu?"

"Yes."

"Send it to Lao Liu, and give this to him as well."

Emperor Qing stood up, took out a thick booklet from the bookshelf behind him and threw it at Huang Jin.

Huang Jin quickly reached out to catch it, holding it steadily in his hand.

Huang Jin opened his eyes and glanced at the booklet in his hand, his pupils suddenly shrank and he dared not look at it any further.

"Tell him that my words still stand. He can recruit officials below the seventh rank at will." Emperor Qing said expressionlessly, "But whether he is willing to go to that barren land in the northeast depends on his own ability."

"As you wish, I will go right away."