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

Uncle Yang walked forward and picked out a few seed packets.

Li Che looked at them one by one and was immediately disappointed.

In addition to corn, there are some cabbage, watermelon and grape seeds.

There is not a single other high-yield crop in the Americas!

"Is that all?" Li Che asked again, unwilling to give up.

Uncle Yang nodded: "That's all."

Li Che's heart skipped a beat, and disappointment surged up like a tide, but it was quickly diluted by the ecstasy of getting the corn.

Corn! This is corn! An absolutely high-yield, god-level crop, a symbol of good fortune in this era.

The high yield and adaptability of corn perfectly solve the problems of the harsh climate outside the Great Wall.

Add to that the magical black soil, and Li Che didn't know what kind of sparks would be created by the collision of the two.

Of course, these corns have not yet been improved with modern technology, so their yields are certainly not as good as those of the abnormal varieties in later generations.

But isn't it a piece of cake to beat other crops in Daqing?

"Uncle Yang, these seeds I picked out must be kept properly, and the other seeds should be preserved as well as possible." Li Che instructed seriously.

"Yes." Uncle Yang saw how much Li Che valued these seeds and agreed solemnly.

Li Che carefully stuffed the corn seeds into the lining of his clothes. He felt uneasy about putting this thing anywhere, so he felt more at ease when he kept it close to his body!

Don’t underestimate this bag of seeds, it is more valuable than all the gold, silver and treasures in this yard!

Li Che was in a better mood after getting the corn. He turned around and saw Hu Qiang happily eating a big pancake. He was immediately happy:

"Aqiang, why are you always eating bread? Go to the kitchen and get some meat. Didn't I tell you that you can eat whatever you want?"

Hu Qiang rubbed the back of his head innocently and said, "Your Highness, I can just eat some bread. It helps with hunger."

Li Che looked at the fool helplessly. This child was so honest and adorable.

Forget it, let the child eat whatever he likes.

"Uncle Yang, please go buy some more carriages. I think it's about time."

Li Che's hand gently stroked the seed in his arms, his eyes flashing.

"What do you mean?" Uncle Yang was stunned for a moment and asked tentatively.

"Once the city gates open tomorrow morning, we will leave the imperial capital and head outside the Great Wall!"

. . . . . .

The next day, it was bright and clear.

Emperor Qing finished his breakfast and looked at the morning light on the horizon.

For some reason, he suddenly felt empty in his heart.

"Huang Jin?"

The old eunuch hurried into the room: "Your Majesty."

"Did anything happen today?"

"Your Majesty, there's nothing serious happening in the court, but..." Huang Jin hesitated, "Your Highness the Sixth Prince..."

Emperor Qing looked at him expressionlessly: "What happened to Old Six?"

"The Ten Princes' Palace opened its gates early this morning, and the carriages and supplies are already prepared..."

A complex expression flashed across Emperor Qing's eyes, and he murmured, "He's leaving today? Isn't he planning on coming to see me before he leaves?"

The old eunuch lowered his head and dared not answer.

"Sixth Prince is also going to be a vassal. Now, only I and the Crown Prince are left in this huge palace..."

Emperor Qing suddenly felt even more lonely. His eyes looked out the window, as if he wanted to see through the palace walls.

"Your Majesty's birthday is coming soon. If you miss the princes, you can ask the princes to come to Beijing to celebrate your birthday." Huang Jin said cautiously.

"Forget it." Emperor Qing sighed softly. "The journey to the capital is difficult. I wonder how much money this birthday celebration will cost. It's better to use it to provide relief to the people affected by the disaster in Jinan."

"Your Majesty loves the people like his own children." The old eunuch seized the opportunity to flatter the emperor.

"What's going on with the Crown Prince?" Emperor Qing suddenly changed the subject.

Huang Jin bowed and replied, "The Crown Prince has contacted the bandits in Mangdang Mountain and intends to ambush and kill His Highness the Sixth Prince on the way."

Huang Jin is not stupid since he has been able to serve Emperor Qing for many years.

When Emperor Qing wanted to support the prince, he was on the prince's side.

Now that Emperor Qing is dissatisfied with the Crown Prince, Huang Jin naturally leaves the so-called Crown Prince's Party. He is very clear that his only loyalty is to Emperor Qing.

"The prince is becoming more and more capable." Emperor Qing's expression turned a little colder.

"Your Majesty, do you want to send troops to suppress Mangdang Mountain?" Huang Jin asked.

"Besides the Mangdang Mountain bandits, has the prince found anyone else?"

"No, but... the Chang family's daughter heard that the Sixth Prince was disrespectful to the Crown Prince, so she left home yesterday and seemed to be heading towards Mangdang Mountain."

Emperor Qing's expression grew even darker.

"The Chang family's legitimate daughter? I haven't issued an edict yet, and she's not even the Crown Princess yet, yet you're acting like this?!"

Huang Jin could only reply, "I am the daughter of the Chang family and have always admired the prince."

"The Chang family are all of the same temperament, extremely reckless." A trace of reminiscence flashed in Emperor Qing's eyes. "Chang Wudi died too early, leaving behind a group of young people with no one to discipline them!"

Emperor Qing thought of Chang Wudi.

That natural born warrior had followed him from a young age, was invincible in his fight against all odds, but he died young.

Others said that he had committed so many sins and was burdened with guilt that he died suddenly in his prime.

"Let them be," Emperor Qing said in a cold and ruthless voice. "How can one hold onto that position without going through bloodshed and violence?"

. . . . . .

The sun shines through the thin clouds and onto the streets.

Fifty criminal soldiers wearing two layers of iron armor stood on both sides of the street.

"See Your Highness!"

The uniform sound, with a metallic texture, exploded on the silent street.

The noise woke up some residents nearby, who opened their windows and looked out curiously.

A young prince dressed in luxurious clothes slowly walked out of the gate of the Ten Kings' Mansion.

The young prince had a handsome face, picturesque eyebrows, and a pair of deep and bright eyes.

The gorgeous brocade robe was embroidered with delicate cloud patterns. As he walked, the hem of the robe swayed gently, as if clouds were drifting in the blue sky.

Li Che nodded slightly, and Uncle Yang behind him walked forward and put a black cloak with dragon pattern on Li Che.

A noble and majestic aura arises spontaneously.

"Is that His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince?" A commoner whispered while hiding behind the window.

These people lived opposite the Ten Kings’ Residence, and they could recognize most of the princes of Daqing.

The former Sixth Prince was the easiest to recognize; his eyes were evasive and he had none of the demeanor of a prince.

The people really couldn't connect the high-spirited young prince in front of them with the cowardly Sixth Prince.

Li Che walked out of the house without looking around, and the soldiers stood up wherever he passed.

Hu Qiang brought a horse and Li Che jumped on it with clean and neat movements without any delay.

The horse took a few steps on the spot, seeming a little impatient.

Li Che reached out and stroked the horse's mane, and the horse soon calmed down.

He turned around and took a last deep look at the imperial city behind him.

He seemed to be able to feel that in the majestic imperial city, a deep gaze was looking at him across the void.

Li Che turned around expressionlessly and said softly, "Let's go!"

The sound of horse hooves stirred up a cloud of dust.

One carriage after another started, carrying heavy supplies, making trivial noises as they pressed on the street.

The long convoy drove along the street towards the city gate.

From now on, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap and the sky is high enough for birds to fly!