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

As soon as Li Che finished speaking, Wang Sanchun drew his sword and stepped forward, followed by a group of personal guards.

The guards from the Ministry of Rites naturally did not dare to stop them and retreated to both sides.

The Indian delegation was left alone, trembling like little lambs.

The Indian envoy was stunned. He had never seen anyone like Li Che.

The gift he had just received from the emperor was snatched away by the prince's son and his men?

What is this? A Daqing version of a sting operation?

Zhou Ming was also confused. He had never seen a prince like Li Che.

No matter how violent and arrogant the King of Qin and the King of Chu were, they only messed around in their own fiefdoms and bullied their subordinates or the people.

What a bad thing for King Feng, robbing foreign envoys in public?

Zhou Ming saw with his own eyes that the personal soldiers behind Li Che rushed forward excitedly and put their knives on the necks of the Indian delegation.

Then he took away from them the box full of rewards that had just been carried out from the palace.

Li Che was sober, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior.

The so-called divine bird feather was nothing more than a peacock feather, scattered all over the ground!

Isn't it robbery to exchange a broken peacock feather for the donkey that the people depend on for their survival?

Since they can rob the people of Daqing, why can't I, the vassal king of Daqing, use their own method to retaliate and rob them in return?

Well, that makes sense!

The people were a little confused, but more excited.

The Indian delegation was kicked to the ground by the Fengtian Army's guards, who were as fierce as wolves and tigers, and immediately let out a series of screams like ghosts and wolves howling.

The more miserable the Indians screamed, the louder the people cheered.

The common people don’t understand diplomacy, and they don’t understand the etiquette of a great power because they have not been educated.

They only know that the imperial capital is our Daqing people's territory. How can we allow you barbarians to bully us in our own home?

They only knew that His Royal Highness the Prince was standing up for them, the common people, and even if he was ruthless, it still made them feel relieved!

Wang Sanchun walked straight forward and snatched the peacock feather from the Indian envoy's hand.

After playing with it in his hand for a while, he suddenly raised his head and, in front of the confused eyes of the Indian envoy, gave him a big slap.

Snapped--

The Indian envoy was stunned and asked in a gibberish Indian language, "What are you doing?"

Wang Sanchun didn't understand and just asked, "We're robbing, what are you looking at?!"

Zhou Ming hurried forward, translated Wang Sanchun's words, and pulled the Indian envoy back a few steps.

Although the Indian envoy was unwilling, his fear was even greater, so he had to lower his head and dared not look at Wang Sanchun again.

Unexpectedly, Wang Sanchun sneered again and raised his hand to slap him again.

The Indian envoy was immediately furious: "Why are you hitting me again?"

Zhou Ming was also confused and asked quickly: "General... why is this happening?"

"Where's the divine bird feather? It's clearly a peacock feather!" Wang Sanchun wore his signature scoundrel smile. "Tell him to hand over the divine bird feather, and I, the general... cough cough cough, will let him go!"

After Zhou Ming translated it, the Indian envoy quickly said, "This is the feather of a sacred bird. The peacock is the sacred bird of our India!"

"Bullshit! Stop lying to me, or I'll slap you!"

Zhou Ming also helped explain: "General, you don't know that the peacock is really a sacred bird of India."

"You dare to lie to me!" Wang Sanchun glared at him and slapped him in the face.

The Indian envoy covered his face and almost cried out.

I didn’t say anything either!

Wang Sanchun was treating the Indian envoys, while the other guards were moving the things they carried with them.

"Your Highness, everything is here." A personal guard bowed.

Li Che nodded, but didn't care too much.

These things were given to them by Emperor Qing, so they certainly couldn't really snatch them away. They would have to return them to the Ministry of Rites when the time came.

It's just an excuse to beat someone up.

Li Che walked forward, kicked a box away, and then his expression froze slightly.

Inside the box, there was no gold, silver or treasure, but it was full of books!

Li Che squatted down, picked out a book, and after flipping through it, his expression became even uglier.

This is a medical book, and a very basic Chinese medicine book, somewhat similar to the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" in the previous life.

The more basic the principles of Chinese medicine are, the more precious they are.

It records the pharmacological uses of countless herbs and some widely used medical prescriptions. I wonder how many doctors have painstakingly compiled them.

He put the book down gently with a serious face and picked up another one.

This is a mathematics book, also very basic.

Li Che's heart sank and he began to search through the books one by one.

Among these books, there are medical books, artisan books, and music theory books, covering many subjects such as music, art, architecture, mathematics, medicine, geography, etc.

These are all valuable experiences summed up by predecessors in various industries with great efforts.

Compared with these truly useful books, Confucian classics actually account for a minority.

Is this wealth of knowledge given to Gentiles unconditionally?

What is this for? Let these countries learn Daqing's advanced knowledge, then use it to develop their national strength, and then turn around and attack Daqing?

Li Che's heart suddenly filled with rage. He looked at Wang Sanchun in the distance and shouted, "Wang Sanchun! Bring that official from the Ministry of Rites here!"

Wang Sanchun grabbed Zhou Ming's collar without hesitation.

Zhou Ming fell to the ground unexpectedly and was grabbed by Wang Sanchun, who dragged him over while he lay on the ground.

"Why, Your Highness! Why is this happening?"

Wang Sanchun threw Zhou Ming next to Li Che. Li Che grabbed Zhou Ming and put his head close to the books.

"Tell me, who did this?!"

"What...I don't understand!" Zhou Ming was so scared that he burst into tears, and his snot flowed onto the book.

Li Che was distressed that the books were being contaminated and kicked him over: "Which idiot chose these books and gave them to the people of India?!"

Zhou Ming was filled with fear and spoke without restraint: "It's Your Majesty, it's Your Majesty!"

Li Che's pupils shrank and he looked at Zhou Ming in disbelief.

Emperor Qing?

How can it be?

How could Emperor Qing be such an unwise emperor?