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

"From what you said, since your father is the prime minister, above the emperor and below ten thousand people, you can also suppress me?" Li Che said dimly.

Du He raised his chin proudly: "A son's status depends on his father's. This is the truth of the world, and it should be so."

"Hahaha, what a son's status depends on his father." Li Che narrowed his eyes, "Are you sure your father is more powerful than my father?"

Du He showed disdain on his face: "You are just a general, born into a military family. How can you compare with the family background of the current prime minister?"

Li Che looked at Xue Zhen standing beside him and said jokingly, "Old Xue, did you hear that? He looks down on you generals."

Xue Zhen remained silent and completely ignored Li Che's instigation.

This was the status of the military families, especially after the founding of the country, when the voices of the civil officials gradually rose and became increasingly able to suppress them.

Li Che stopped teasing the honest man and looked at Du He under the city with some sympathy.

It's really a case of a tiger father and a dog son. The son of the dignified Du Fuchen turned out to be a fool.

"Okay, okay, just stand there and don't move. I'll go down and open the door for you myself!"

After saying that, he threw his cloak and walked towards the city.

Xue Zhen, Huo Duanxiao and others looked at each other helplessly and could only follow behind.

The door slowly opened.

Du He had just not heard clearly that Li Che called himself "King" when he saw a man from inside the pass walking towards him with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, and was about to start scolding him.

But he saw that this man was followed by a group of burly armored soldiers, and he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Looking at Li Che's attire again, he was wearing a chain mail armor with dragon pattern and goose feathers, and a bright red cape on his back.

His face was handsome yet dignified, and the air of wealth and nobility that came towards him was so strong that he immediately felt panic in his heart.

"you you you......"

"You bastard!" Li Che took off his boots and shoved the soles of his shoes on me. "I came to greet you personally, and you didn't even say thank you, and you're still yelling at me!"

"King, king, king..." Du He widened his eyes.

"You second uncle, King!" Li Che slapped him in the face. "You're even fighting with me for my father's sake! I'm King Li Che, and my father is the current emperor!"

"How? A competition of dads?!"

Only then did Du He see clearly that Huo Duanxiao behind Li Che was also an acquaintance, the second son of Prime Minister Huo.

Since Huo Duanxiao could follow him respectfully, Li Che's identity was obvious.

Serve the king!

Du He had seen Li Che from afar before, but he could not reconcile the powerful prince in front of him with the domineering aura and the Sixth Prince who always hid at the back of the other princes.

It wasn't until the soles of the shoes landed on him that he came to his senses and begged for mercy:

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please stop hitting me. I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"

"Wrong?!" Li Che cursed, "Prime Minister Du is a man of great reputation, how could he have a son like you who doesn't know his place?"

"This is a crucial border town, the gateway to Daqing. How could a dandy like you despise it? Open your mouth and call yourself your official. Shut up and you're the son of the Prime Minister. You're just bullying the tiger!"

"Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of Prime Minister Du!"

Li Che did not hold back at all and hit Du He dozens of times until he was in pain all over and fell to the ground.

Du He begged for mercy but to no avail, and could only look to Huo Duanxiao for help.

Although the two had no personal relationship, they were acquaintances who had known each other since childhood.

Who would have expected that Huo Duanxiao would just stand there expressionlessly, with no intention of coming forward to persuade him.

Looking at Du He lying limp on the ground, Li Che snorted and put on his shoes.

He turned to look at Xue Zhen standing beside him and said with a smile, "General Xue, this boy is extremely naughty. I have disciplined him on behalf of Prime Minister Du for any offense he has caused."

"If you're still not satisfied, beat him with a few dozen more military sticks. I'll watch over you, and he won't dare to say a word!"

Xue Zhen looked at Du He, whose tears were streaming down his face. He was silent for a moment before saying, "I have no objection. Your Highness, please make the decision."

Li Che nodded. Fortunately, Xue Zhen was a man of measure. Otherwise, Du He would have died without knowing how he had just made such a fuss.

As long as he reports today's events to the emperor, Du Fuchen will be allowed to apologize and resign before the emperor, begging for his life.

Li Che's move was not to save him, but just to give Du Fuchen face.

"Get out of here." Li Che looked at Du He coldly.

Du He stood up tremblingly, his gorgeous clothes covered in mud, and stood pitifully to one side.

Li Che ignored him and looked at the refugees who were gradually gathering outside the pass.

As soon as the refugees arrived at Shanhaiguan, they saw Li Che beating Du He.

In addition, Li Che kept calling him "this king", so the people knew that this overly young nobleman was King Feng, and they couldn't help but look terrified.

Prince Feng doesn't look like a wise king who loves his people like his own children.

Looking at the refugees who were so skinny and staggering, Li Che couldn't help but frowned and said unhappily:

"I'm asking you, how long have these people not eaten?"

Du He looked embarrassed: "This... I just ate it yesterday."

Li Che glanced at him, too lazy to expose him.

He turned around, his face suddenly changed into a friendly smile, and waved to one of the refugees: "You, come here."

The man was horrified and confused, pointing at himself: "Me?"

"Yes, it's you. What's your name?"

"My name is Yang Dazhu." The man said cautiously.

"I'm asking you, when was the last time you had a meal?"

The man shrank his neck and looked at Du He with fear.

"Don't look at him. He has no say now. I have the final say." Li Che said, "Tell me the truth. I will keep you safe."

"The last time I ate was two days ago..."

As expected, Li Che glared at Du He fiercely. The latter took a few steps back in fear and quickly defended himself:

"Your Highness, you may not be aware that His Majesty has ordered that all food, clothing, and shelter during the migration journey be the responsibility of the local counties."

"But for the past few years, the celestial phenomena have been abnormal, and disasters have hit all parts of Daqing. Many counties are simply unable to provide food supplies."

"I can only strictly control the food rations... this is the only way..."

"No food?" Li Che pointed at the convoy, suppressing his anger. "Aren't those food carts? Why don't you take them out and feed the people?"

Du He explained, "Your Highness, you don't know that this is the rice reward given to you by His Majesty. Even if you kill me, I wouldn't dare give it to them to eat!"

Seeing that Du He was about to drop his little pearl again, Li Che didn't make things difficult for him anymore.

As more and more people gathered, Li Che said to Xue Zhen beside him:

"General Xue, could you lend me some soldiers? Help me maintain order, light a fire, and cook, so that the people can have a full meal first."

Xue Zhen nodded: "Okay."

Li Che looked up at the sky and said, "It's getting late. Please, General Xue, allow the people to rest at Shanghai Customs for one night. I will take them back to Chaoyang City tomorrow morning."

Seeing Xue Zhen hesitated to speak, Li Che added: "Just build some tents under the city wall. Don't worry, we won't let them enter the city."

Xue Zhen breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great."