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

Jingying, the garrison of the Fengtian Army.

Although it was a large camp with more than 2,000 people, the Fengtian Army's base was quieter than the bases of other vassal kings' armies with only a few hundred people.

A soldier walked through the tents and came to the main tent: "Captain, something's happening!"

"Come in."

The soldier drew aside the curtain and entered the main tent.

Li Che brought all his generals with him, and the highest-ranking officer in the Fengtian Army was this captain.

Although his official position was only a captain, this person was not ordinary.

This man's surname is Gao. He was from the Chaoyang Army and was originally a trainer of new recruits for the Chaoyang Army. Later, he followed the army to fight and was considered a subordinate of He Conglong.

He participated in the Battle of Liaoyang and the Battle of Goryeo, and was considered a highly experienced officer in the Fengtian Army.

"Captain, there's been unusual movement from the Imperial Guards outside the camp." The soldier bowed and spoke succinctly. "The Imperial Guards have suddenly mobilized several units and stationed them in the camps surrounding ours, seemingly forming a siege."

"Something's wrong!" Gao Gong muttered to himself, frowning. "The Imperial Guards aren't defending the palace, but are surrounding us instead. Could it be..."

Gao Su suddenly stood up with an ugly expression:

"Oh no, I'm afraid something happened to His Highness!"

The soldier was shocked and said quickly, "I will gather the troops and charge out!"

On the side, the political commissar who was sorting documents immediately stood up and stopped him when he heard this.

"Wait! The situation is still unclear. If we try to break out by force, even if we manage to escape the camp, we will still be charged with treason!"

"But..." Gao Su's voice was somewhat urgent. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and a look of worry appeared on his face. "If His Highness Prince Feng is really being plotted against by a traitor, how can we just stand by and do nothing?"

The political commissar paused, raised his hand and placed it on the captain's shoulder, his eyes dark. "Calm down! The Imperial Guards haven't issued any imperial decrees, nor have they resorted to violence. They've simply surrounded us. I believe this is intended to intimidate us, not to kill us outright."

"Just think about it, if we rashly engage in conflict, wouldn't that just help those villains who want to harm us?"

Gao Su clenched his teeth, the anger surging in his chest almost burning his sanity.

From far outside the tent came the faint sound of weapons clashing. The tense atmosphere was like a fully stretched string that seemed ready to break at any moment.

"Then...what do you think we should do?" Gao Su took a deep breath and suppressed the fierce impulse.

The political commissar thought for a moment and said slowly, "Let's make preparations for both scenarios."

"First, wait and see how things develop, and use the power of inaction to control all changes. Order the soldiers to be on alert and not to act rashly. Once I have managed to ascertain the movements of the Imperial Guards, I will make a decision."

"Secondly..."

The political commissar's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Secondly, gather all the grenades and muskets in the army. If anything changes, immediately launch an all-out attack on the Imperial Guards!"

"We must capture the Imperial Guards immediately. Then we will split into two groups. One will attack the Imperial City, and the other will search for His Highness."

Hearing the political commissar's words, Gao Su felt a chill run through his body.

Who says that literati are only good at writing? When this literati gets ruthless, he is much more ruthless than a military general!

This is not even an act, it's a blatant rebellion!

But on second thought, if things developed to the point where the Imperial Guards attacked the Fengtian Army, it would mean that the Emperor and his Highness had already fallen out.

By that time, I really had no other way to go.

If His Highness dies, I will lead these two thousand Fengtian troops into the imperial city to avenge His Highness!

If Your Highness is not dead, we will still charge into the imperial city and pull down the emperor. It’s cold, please put on more clothes!

The top military officers and civilian leaders in the Fengtian Army reached a consensus, and the Fengtian Army immediately took action.

The political commissar took a few people out of the camp and negotiated with the commander of the imperial guards, trying to find out the specific situation.

Gao Su began to give orders, the soldiers put on their armor, pulled out their horses, and checked the gunpowder...

They even pulled several small mortars they carried with them behind the camp gate, pointing the muzzles directly in the direction of the imperial guards.

As soon as things change, the Fengtian Army will immediately turn into a rebel force and charge into this majestic imperial city!

. . . . . .

At this moment, Li Che was not aware that his subordinates were already preparing to rebel in order to avenge him.

A faint whimper came to his ears, followed by a wet, hot, yet soft touch sliding back and forth on his cheek.

Li Che frowned and tried to move, but his whole body felt like it was being pressed down by a thousand pounds, too heavy to move.

The touch still did not stop, with a hint of anxiety, as if urging him to wake up.

Li Che struggled to open his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of wet black gemstone-like eyes, staring at him anxiously.

Then, a furry bear face came closer.

Li Che was stunned for a moment, and then memories came flooding back to his mind like a tide - the flashing of swords and sabers, the deafening screams, the endless assassins and the Jinyiwei who were waiting for their heads...

He sat up quickly. The tearing pain from the wound on his chest made him grit his teeth and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Your Highness, please don't move!" Qiu Bai hurriedly helped him up. "You have seven or eight knife wounds on your body. Although they are not serious, you should rest well."

Li Che touched the little ball beside him and looked around.

He seemed to be in a carriage. Beside him, besides Qiu Bai, there were Huo Duanxiao and Ying Bu holding the silent sword.

"How is the King of Yan?" Li Che asked in a hoarse voice.

"His Royal Highness Prince Yan is fine and is in another carriage." Qiu Bai replied.

"Where are we going?" Li Che asked again.

Before Qiu Bai could reply, a voice came from outside the carriage: "Return to the palace! His Majesty has ordered that after finding Your Highness, I will bring you back immediately."

The curtain of the carriage was pulled open from the outside, and the person who spoke was Ren Kuan, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Ren Kuan held the reins in one hand and the curtain in the other. The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard actually drove the car for Li Che himself.

Qiu Bai snorted coldly and snatched down the curtain: "Don't let His Highness get cold!"

Protecting Li Che was the Jinyiwei's duty, and it was obvious that they did not do it well.

During the time when Li Che was in a coma, Qiu Bai and others were not very friendly to them the whole time.

Ren Kuan withdrew his hand awkwardly, not daring to get angry, and could only talk to Li Che through the curtain.

On the one hand, I feel guilty, on the other hand...

He saw how Li Che's men fought with the city guards just now.

They could no longer be described as brave, they were simply a group of monsters, and one person could break through the line.

If they are really angered and start to attack someone, the Jinyiwei will not be able to beat them.

"Sir Ren, do you know who is behind the assassination tonight?" Li Che frowned and asked.