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

It was late at night and the candlelight in the inn was flickering.

Li Che sat at the table and spread out a piece of yellowed parchment.

With a light tap of the brush in his hand, a long knife with a sharp tip, ten feet long, appeared on the paper.

"Your Highness, what kind of weapon is this?" Hu Qiang stared at the strange-shaped long sword on the paper.

Li Che put down the pen in his hand and smiled slightly: "This is Mo Dao!"

"Is it great?"

"It's very powerful, several times stronger than any weapon currently available in Daqing. I'll make you the best one when the time comes."

Hu Qiang touched his head and said, "The sword is too light. I am not used to it. Your Highness, could you give me a more important weapon?"

"This knife is not light." Li Che replied with a smile.

The Mo Dao is the pinnacle of ancient cold weapons.

Eight words in the history books are enough to describe the ferocity of this cold weapon:

Both men and horses were shattered and advanced like a wall!

Ever since traveling through time, Li Che has been thinking about how to build an elite army that can dominate the world.

The human wave tactic definitely won't work. After all, what he lacks most now is manpower.

Moreover, when fighting against nomadic peoples, the number of people is never the decisive factor. Too many soldiers may even hinder the logistics.

The policy of elite troops is the right way to go!

Thinking of this, Li Che couldn't help but sigh.

Although the Mo Dao is good, it is not easy to make it under the current conditions.

He put away the drawing of the Mo Dao and placed it under a stack of parchment of the same size.

Without exception, all of these papers were painted with various weapon patterns:

Qing Dynasty bow, horse lance, Tang Dynasty straight sword, divine arm crossbow...

For Li Che, it was not difficult to draw these design drawings. After all, it was with this drawing skill that Li Che successfully pursued his ex-girlfriend who studied history.

The real difficulty lies in how to have an industrial base capable of mass-producing these weapons.

The three-foot-thick ice does not form overnight, and great achievements must start from the basics.

Li Che put away the weapon blueprints, took out a stack of blank paper, ground ink, picked up the pen, and wrote three big characters neatly on the paper:

Treatise on Mathematics

Mathematics is the foundation of all sciences. If you want to climb the technology tree, the popularization of mathematics is a must.

Although Li Che did not have an ex-girlfriend who studied mathematics, as a talented student with a background in science and engineering, he still retained a lot of mathematical knowledge in his mind.

Instead of letting this knowledge fade away with the passage of time, it is better to compile it into a book and pass it on to Qian Bin and others.

After writing furiously for a while, there was a knock on the door.

Qiuwen, who was lying on a small table nearby, raised her little head and looked towards the door with sleepy eyes.

"Your Highness, I'll go and take a look." Hu Qiang whispered behind him.

Li Che sorted out the scattered papers on the table and nodded slightly.

Hu Qiang strode over and opened the door.

"Your Highness." Hua Chang'an walked in with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Hua, come and sit down." Li Che called, "Qiu Wen, serve tea."

Hua Changan knelt down at the head of the table and then said:

"Your Highness, I have already finished taking inventory of the medicinal materials accompanying the army. There are still some that can be used. I will add medicinal food to the soldiers' meals every day to slightly replenish their qi and blood."

"That's great." Li Che breathed a sigh of relief.

"But those soldiers who suffered heavy losses still need to be slowly recuperated. I am afraid that I am not able to handle it alone."

"Sir, you have to work hard. Once I recruit more doctors, things will be easier." Li Che comforted him.

"I will do my best."

Hua Chang'an looked around and saw that there was only a guard and a maid in the room, and he was secretly thinking in his heart.

"Your Highness, I have something else to ask."

"It's okay." Li Che took a sip of tea.

"Your Highness has no female companions. I have a daughter, only 28 years old, who has some knowledge of medicine and is quite pretty. I am willing to serve Your Highness in return for saving my life..."

When Qiuwen heard this, her eyes widened and the teacup in her hand almost slipped.

What do you mean there is no woman to accompany me? Am I not a woman?

Qiu Wen looked down at her chest, and then saw her entire instep.

It seems... I'm not really a woman, but I'll grow up eventually!

She put down the teacup in her hand angrily, silently added a lot of boiling water into it, and handed it to Hua Changan.

Hua Changan thanked him, picked up the teacup and took a sip, his face suddenly turned red.

Li Che glanced at Hua Changan, his brows furrowed. "Sir, what do you take me for? A mean person who's trying to repay a favor?"

"Your Majesty, I absolutely do not mean that..." Hua Chang'an ignored the pain in his tongue and was horrified.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, sir, please go back!"

Li Che spoke in a stern tone, and Hua Changan felt so ashamed that he had to leave.

After closing the door, Hua Chang'an was filled with annoyance. He raised his hand and slapped himself: "Your Highness is a man of noble character, but I harbored such filthy thoughts. I deserve to die!"

In the room, Qiu Wen sat behind Li Che with a smile on her face, gently massaging his shoulders:

"Your Highness, why don't you agree to Mr. Hua?"

"This old man is insincere." Li Che curled his lips, "What's the point of giving me an underage girl?"

"If he really has the heart, I think his wife still has her charm..."

When Qiuwen heard this, her movements suddenly froze.

Hu Qiang, who was standing by, rubbed the back of his head and thought to himself:

It turns out that His Highness has this kind of hobby. I have to be careful in the future. If there is a beautiful married woman, I must snatch her away for His Highness!

. . . . . .

At the same time, the news that the Sixth Prince had left the capital to become a vassal in Ninggu County, where criminals were exiled outside the Great Wall, had spread throughout the imperial capital.

When this news came out, the government and the public were shocked.

Some people sighed and lamented, some were secretly happy, and some were indifferent.

No one believed that the least favored prince could make a name for himself in the dangerous area outside the Great Wall.

What's more, the Sixth Prince has always been kind and weak. If he goes to a rich and comfortable fiefdom, he may be able to enjoy peace.

Now that he has been exiled to the bitter cold of Northeast China, it is still unknown whether he can survive under the covetousness of the barbarian cavalry, let alone achieve success.

Compared to the Sixth Prince, whose presence is too low, officials care more about the Crown Prince.

The last prince of the current emperor has left the capital, and on the surface it seems that the crown prince's position as the heir to the throne is as stable as a rock.

But is this really the case?

In the Left Prime Minister's Mansion, Du Fuchen sat upright, looking coldly at his only son Du He.

Du He was very proud at this moment, and said with a beaming expression:

"The Sixth Prince is truly foolish. He only brought a thousand criminal soldiers with him to establish his fiefdom outside the Great Wall. Isn't this courting death?"

"In my opinion, before he even reaches Ninggu County, he will be killed by those vicious criminals in a rebellion, becoming the first prince of Daqing to be captured. How ridiculous!"

"What good will it do you if Prince Ninggu is killed?" Du Fuchen asked coldly.

Du He was speaking excitedly, but his father's sudden question left him speechless and at a loss as to what to do.

Du Fuchen frowned and looked at his only son, his heart filled with sadness and disappointment.

How could I, with all my fame, have given birth to such a stupid and foolish son?!

If it wasn't his only child, he would have wanted to slap it to death!

"I thought... the Sixth Prince had left the capital, and there were no adult princes in the imperial capital, so it was a foregone conclusion that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would succeed to the throne." Du He explained.

"Alas." Du Fuchen sighed softly, "Without a prince in the capital, can the Crown Prince really rest easy?"

"Why did father say that? Of course he is resting on his laurels."

"Fool!" Du Fuchen said with a sad face, "Your Majesty is a powerful ruler. How could he tolerate the existence of a prince without any rivals?"

"Father knows that you and the Crown Prince are close. It was alright before, but from today on, you are not allowed to go to the East Palace again!"

"But..." Du He said with a look of grievance, "The Crown Prince was personally supported by His Majesty."

Du Fuchen sneered and said meaningfully:

"Heh, who told you that the prince personally supported by His Majesty will definitely be the future emperor?"

"The princes hold military power, guard the borders, and have complete control over their fiefdoms. They are like an independent little court!"

"Your Majesty is raising Gu, and using this method to find the most outstanding prince!"

"In other words, every vassal prince, including the Sixth Prince far away in Ninggu County, has the possibility of inheriting the throne."

"Except the Crown Prince!" Du Fuchen's eyes were deep. "The Crown Prince has been abandoned. There is absolutely no possibility of him succeeding to the throne!"