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

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Wang Xizheng felt that he was thrown roughly into a carriage, and his internal organs were a dull pain.

Before he could recover from the shock, the carriage beneath him slowly moved towards a corner of the city.

After calming down, Wang Xizheng's mind started thinking rapidly.

Who on earth had he provoked? What enemies did the Wang family have?

After thinking for a moment, Wang Xizheng discovered in despair that the Wang family was surrounded by enemies.

All the slaves bought and sold by the Wang family hated them to the core.

His father, Wang Yongnian, served as the Chief Censor in the royal palace, responsible for supervising the discipline and etiquette of officials, and offended a group of Fengguo officials.

The soldier class has no grudge against the Wang family, but that may not be the case with the barbarian soldiers. A small number of them extremely hate the Qing people.

Thinking of this, Wang Xizheng became more and more nervous and couldn't help but move his body.

Unexpectedly, a faint voice came from beside me: "Save your energy, the carriage is so small, don't move around."

Wang Xizheng was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise, "There's someone else? Were you kidnapped here too?"

The man sighed: "You should keep your voice down, now it's okay..."

Wang Xizheng was just about to ask what was wrong when he suddenly smelled a foul odor in his nose.

Someone next to him stuffed something into his mouth, and a smell of sweat rushed into his brain.

Wang Xizheng whimpered a few times and nearly fainted.

A similar sound was heard beside me. I thought that the brother was also implicated by me and blocked his mouth with some dirty object.

Wang Xizheng felt a little guilty, but because his mouth was blocked, he could only "wuwuwu" a few times to express his apology.

The man next to him sighed again, but only made a strange 'gurgling' sound, followed by bouts of dry heaving.

It seems that the brother is also from a wealthy family and has a bit of a mysophobia.

Wang Xizheng didn't know how far the carriage had run. He was a little drowsy from being shaken around, and then he felt the carriage slowly stop.

Someone roughly lifted him up and walked out of the carriage.

Wang Xizheng struggled desperately and kept making noises, trying to attract the attention of passers-by.

However, everything is in vain.

After all, he was facing a 'kidnapper' who couldn't be more professional, and the mastermind behind the scenes was the king of this land.

Wang Xizheng soon felt that he was thrown into a damp and dark small room.

The sack on his head was taken off, and the dim environment made him even more uncomfortable.

In front of me was a burly man, whose face I couldn't see clearly.

Wang Xizheng spat out the thing that was blocking his mouth, and when he looked closely, he saw that it was a pair of smelly black leggings.

Judging from the color, the original color of the leggings is definitely not black.

His stomach churned and he began to retch.

"Ugh—cough cough cough!" Wang Xizheng retched and said, "Don't be impulsive, man. Are you seeking wealth or revenge? You have to let me die in peace, right?"

The 'kidnapper' glanced at him coldly and said nothing.

Wang Xizheng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. "You... aren't you after sex? This... this won't do. It's disrespectful!"

The kidnapper's expression became even stranger. He turned and walked out of the room, locking the door. Wang Xizheng could only hear the footsteps gradually fading away.

"Hey! Good man! Good man!"

Wang Xizheng suddenly became anxious and struggled to stand up.

"Don't leave, we can discuss something. I know a colleague who's into gay men. I can introduce you to one!"

The kidnapper outside the door suddenly stopped and staggered.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he quickly walked to the next room.

After entering, the kidnapper bowed to a figure in the room and said, "Your Highness, there are eight of us, all of whom have been locked up in separate rooms."

Li Che slowly turned his head and nodded expressionlessly: "Got it, let's start."

"Yes."

Watching the guards turn and leave, Qiu Bai beside him couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, this isn't a good idea. If it gets to the ears of those civil servants, it might tarnish your reputation."

Li Che grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth:

"Don't they know what kind of character I am? Even if they don't know, they must know how I abducted them, right?"

What's the use of reputation? The original owner was very kind to the eunuchs and palace maids, and was the most popular in the palace. Even the eunuchs called him the Wise King.

The result? He ended up crashing into a pillar and died, his body being taken over by Old Six from another world.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Bai stopped talking.

That's right, Your Highness, this can only be regarded as a repetition of old tricks, not a collapse of your character.

It’s just that His Highness has been too gentle and easy-going lately, and I almost forgot how he formed the team in the first place.

Bang!

The door was suddenly pushed open. Wang Xizheng looked up and saw three masked men walking in.

The leader chuckled sinisterly, "Wang Xizheng?"

"Who are you?" Wang Xizheng asked hurriedly.

The man nodded and looked at the two people behind him: "Fight first and talk later."

Wang Xizheng was suddenly startled, and before he could respond, fists fell like raindrops, crackling and hitting the flesh.

The two men were very measured in their attacks, only causing Wang Xizheng pain but not causing any serious injuries.

The two men stopped only when Wang Xizheng could no longer bear it and fell to the ground.

Someone picked up the bucket in the corner of the room and poured it over.

Wang Xizheng woke up and opened his eyes in a daze.

The leader squatted in front of him and said slowly:

"Wang Xizheng, son of Wang Yongnian. Your father was exiled by the emperor for interceding on behalf of the Wang family of Yecheng, who were involved in human trafficking. He still works under the cangue."

"am I right?"

"You are also a powerful person, but you have fallen to this point. Do you hate King Feng?"

Wang Xizheng's eyes became serious and he stared at the person in front of him.

Is he actually... coming here for His Highness?

But then the man continued, "I'll give you a chance, a chance to bring down King Feng. Are you willing to cooperate?"

Wang Xizheng took a deep breath and asked, "Whose man are you? The Crown Prince? The King of Qin? Or... Your Majesty?"

"How can you be so sure that I, Wang Xi, will betray my master?"

. . . . . .

"Abandon your master?"

"When the king entered Ninggu City, he slaughtered almost all of your Pei family. With such a deep hatred, do you still regard him as your lord?"

Pei Yuanxian looked coldly at the person in front of him, his thoughts drifting back to that afternoon.

The headless bodies of dozens of members of the Pei family lay on the execution platform, and blood flowed like a river.

The audience could hear the people sobbing.

The indifferent young prince turned a blind eye to this and just said coldly:

"Can the cries of your family be louder than the cries of the people of the world?"

I was speechless at that time.

At this moment, I am still speechless.

With such a deep hatred and resentment, it would be natural and natural for me to betray him, and I would have no psychological burden.

However, for some reason, Pei Yuanxian was in a trance, and the sound of crying in his ears gradually faded away.

Instead, there were the cheers of the people, the laughter of the people, and the sound of drums and trumpets of the soldiers rushing to the front line without hesitation.

Yes, it was this vassal king who had a blood feud with himself and the Pei family who rescued the people of Daqing outside the Great Wall from the iron hoofs of the barbarians.

Lead the people to reclaim wasteland and drive out the barbarians...

"Haha." Pei Yuanxian suddenly chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" the person in front asked with a frown.

"I laugh at your ignorance." Pei Yuanxian said calmly, "King Feng is the ruler of Feng State. I, Pei Yuanxian, also live on this land. Naturally, I am also a citizen of Feng State and his people."

"Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from the emperor. The grudge between the Pei family and the master is not a reason for me to betray the Feng Kingdom!"

. . . . . .

"What a man who won't betray Fengguo!"

A whip fell and hit Zhang Shengxiang's chest.

Zhang Shengxiang snorted, his eyes full of contempt.

"I am a political commissar from the Military Supervision Department. I was personally taught by His Highness and am His Highness's disciple. How could I betray His Highness over my own life and death?!"

"You are hiding behind your head and tail. Better give me a quick death and then run away! The military camp will find out I'm missing and will catch up with me sooner or later!"

"Good, good! What a tough guy!" The man chuckled, "If you're not afraid of death, then you can!"

"What about your family?"

Hearing this, Zhang Shengxiang's face showed anger: "What do you mean?"

"I've inquired about it. You have a wife and a mother who is over sixty years old at home, right?"

The man waved his hand, and the two people behind him immediately turned around and walked out.

Soon, several chaotic footsteps sounded, and Zhang Shengxiang heard a familiar voice: "Brother, where is my son?"

"Mom!" Zhang Shengxiang's eyes were bloodshot and he stood up suddenly, but was held down by the man.

Before Zhang Shengxiang could say anything else, the footsteps at the door had already faded away, and he seemed to hear his wife sobbing.

The man slowly let go of Zhang Shengxiang's arm, stood up and looked down.

But he saw that Zhang Shengxiang's eyes were dull and there was a hint of despair in his daze, and he suddenly felt a little bit of pity in his heart.

But he continued, "I never like to involve my family in anything I do."

"You and I can make a deal. I just want to know the time when His Royal Highness goes out for inspection every day. That's all."

"Tell me the time, and you can take them home."

"If you don't tell me, I'll think you're seeking death."

"You must choose one of them to die with you."

"How's the deal? Fair, right?"

Zhang Shengxiang raised his head, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe just a moment, but Zhang Shengxiang felt like several hours had passed.

When he opened his eyes again, there was only a gleam of determination in them.

. . . . . .

In the empty room, Li Che sat calmly on the stool, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees.

Qiu Bai beside him looked nervous and wanted to ask several times, but seeing that Li Che had no intention of speaking, he could only hold back.

Almost at the same time, angry roars were heard from several cells:

"Tell me, do you want to live or die?"

The air seemed to freeze.

The next second, the eyes slowly opened, and everyone's determined gaze was the same.

Their voices were either indifferent, trembling, or contemptuous.

They said in unison, wandering through the dark and empty underground cell:

"I only wish for a quick death!"