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

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of swords behind the young man were drawn out with a clang.

The voices were in unison, and the momentum was much more powerful than the guards hastily drawing their swords!

Dozens of tall men surrounded him, their clothes bulging, obviously they were wearing armor.

These were elite soldiers who had fought in hundreds of battles, and they were not comparable to the guards drawn from the city defense forces.

The guards turned pale instantly and dared not speak, let alone resist.

The official from the Ministry of Rites looked up at the young man approaching, and immediately said respectfully as if he had been pardoned:

"Greetings to His Majesty the Prince!"

The other guards all trembled, quickly put down their swords, and shouted in unison: "Greetings, King Feng!"

Only the young guard who drew his sword first was trembling like a sieve and stood there in a daze.

The people around them woke up as if from a dream, and suddenly burst into cheers:

"Feng Wang? But His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince?"

"Of course, it's His Royal Highness Prince Feng who attacked Khitan in the north and conquered Goryeo in the east!"

"Hahaha, His Royal Highness Prince Feng is full of martial virtues and will never speak for those foreigners!"

"Great! It's His Royal Highness Feng Wang! The brother who sold the donkey is saved!"

Daqing is a martial country, and Li Che's name is well-known in the imperial capital, and he has many fans among the people.

If he asked these people to join him in rebellion, they would definitely not be willing to do so.

But if Li Che gave an order and asked these people to beat up the Indian envoys for him, they would not hesitate at all.

The officials from the Ministry of Rites saw that the situation was not good and quickly came forward and flattered:

"Your Highness, I am Zhou Ming from the Ministry of Rites. Thank you for your help."

"These Indian envoys have just been received and rewarded by His Majesty. His Majesty asked me to accompany them on a tour of the capital. I didn't expect such a commotion to arise due to the language barrier. Fortunately, Your Highness intervened."

"I have long heard of your highness's bravery, that he is the best among all the princes. Meeting you today, I know that the rumors are true. I, your servant..."

The official from the Ministry of Rites chattered incessantly, and Li Che thought it was noisy. He pushed him aside and said, "Shut up, my king!"

Hu Qiang, who was standing by, received the order and covered the noise with his palm as big as a palm fan, and the noisy sound stopped abruptly.

Li Che went straight to the young guard.

Seeing that the guard was still holding the knife, his companions were startled and shouted hurriedly: "Why don't you put it away in front of His Highness?!"

The guard's whole body trembled, and his hands shook violently, causing his sword to slip out of his hand and fall to the ground.

Li Che lowered his eyes to take a look, then reached out and grasped the hilt of the knife like lightning.

In the guard's incredulous eyes, he stuffed it back into the guard's hands and said softly:

"A soldier may draw his sword, sheath it, and swing it, but he must never abandon it."

"You just drew your sword because you were afraid. I don't blame you, because everyone has fear."

"But as a Daqing soldier, you must overcome your fears and become a skilled soldier who can fight hundreds of battles."

After saying that, Li Che patted the guard's shoulder:

"Alright, don't be nervous, just leave the rest to me."

The guard thought that he had drawn his sword in a panic, which had caused the commotion to escalate. Such a serious crime would surely be severely punished by the king.

However, he never expected that Li Che not only did not blame him, but instead spoke to comfort him.

I just felt my eyes sore and a feeling in my heart that I had never felt before.

A gentleman will die for his friend. If I could serve under His Majesty the King, I would be willing to fight for him and die without regrets!

After traveling through time for a year, Li Che had already become adept at winning people's hearts, and his every move naturally revealed his affinity.

He doesn't even need to think about it; he can instinctively do things that will most touch his subordinates.

The Daqing succubus has already shown its might.

Li Che withdrew his gaze and looked at the Indian envoys in the crowd.

The eyes that were as gentle as the spring breeze instantly turned into the biting cold wind of the north.

The Indian envoy was shocked and a little flustered, mumbling something in Indian dialect.

Li Che frowned and looked around: "What did he say? Where's the translator?"

One of the guards said bravely, "Your Highness... He's over there, almost suffocated by that warrior."

Li Che looked back and saw Hu Qiang looking at him innocently, with his huge hand covering the mouth of the official from the Ministry of Rites.

But the palm was too big, not only blocking the mouth, but also covering the lower half of the face tightly.

The official from the Ministry of Rites named Zhou Ming was so embarrassed that his face turned red and he kept kicking his legs on the ground.

Rules may not be dead, but Hu Qiang's mind is definitely dead...

"Okay, let him go." Li Che said quickly.

Hu Qiang then loosened his grip, and Zhou Ming slid to the ground like mud, gasping for breath.

When Zhou Ming regained consciousness, his eyes were filled with fear, and he quickly knelt down in front of Li Che: "Your Highness, please spare my life, Your Highness, please spare my life!"

He could feel that the terrifying man just now really wanted to suffocate him to death!

Some people in the court said that Prince Feng was a strong killing god, and the power in his hands was gained by fighting on the border.

Zhou Ming used to scoff at this statement, but now he really believes it.

"Alright, get out of here!" Li Che said impatiently, "Please translate for me what language that birdman is speaking."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Zhou Ming crawled to his feet, walked to the Indian envoy, and asked him to repeat what he had just said.

Then he turned around and bowed respectfully:

"Your Highness, the Indians say:

He knew that Prince Daqing was extremely noble and his status was no less than that of their king, and he respected you very much.

You just said that the strong wield their swords against the stronger, and the weak wield their swords against the weaker, and he agrees with this.

And now, your men are also drawing their swords against the weaker ones. Aren't you also acting unbecoming of a strong man?"

After hearing this, Li Che laughed out loud.

He turned around to look at Huo Duanxiao and others, pointed at the Indian envoy and said:

"Look at this guy, he's a reasonable guy, why would he do something so stupid as to trade feathers for a donkey?"

Huo Duanxiao understood the situation and immediately bowed, saying, "Your Highness is right. I think they are doing this on purpose, relying on their status as guests to bully the people of Daqing."

Wang Sanchun snorted coldly and said, "Your Highness, give the order. I will teach this ungrateful barbarian a lesson!"

"Ah." Li Che waved his hand. "My country is a country of etiquette. How can we use violence casually? Since they are asking for advice humbly, I must answer seriously."

After saying that, Li Che turned to look at the Indian envoy and walked towards him step by step.

The Indian envoy only felt that the young prince in front of him had a terrifying aura. As Li Che stepped forward, he stepped back.

"Translate and tell him." A trace of contempt flashed in Li Che's eyes, "The strong wield their sword against the stronger, but unfortunately, I am not a strong man..."

After saying that, Li Che looked at Wang Sanchun and the guards from the Criminal Camp, and a wanton smile appeared on his face:

"This king is a fucking bandit!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Sanchun and others became visibly excited.

Li Che shouted coldly: "A fat sheep has been delivered to your door. As the saying goes, if you don't accept what God has given you, you will be punished!"

"Come here, grab it for me!"