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

Old Tong spent a lot of time and effort to calm the anxious minds of everyone in the tent.

After everyone left, he sat at the table, his wrinkled face showing a trace of desolation.

To escape from the world or to enter it... no one is in control of their own destiny.

Tong Wenjun has many identities: a great scholar, a hermit, an advisor to the King of Yan... and a member of a noble family.

The Tong family is a small family, and cannot be compared with those big families that have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Tong Wenjun was a concubine's son, but he was extremely talented and had deep insights into the words of sages, which made him famous at a young age.

It happened that Emperor Yang ascended the throne and the world was in chaos. He did not take the imperial examination, but traveled around to study and make friends, which gradually made him famous.

As a great scholar with millions of scholars as his supporters, he could have become an official in the court.

But he was used to being free and easy, so he simply withdrew from the world and lived the life of a hermit.

Until he met Prince Yan...it was the first time he saw the pure heart of a prince.

I originally wanted to be a counselor beside the King of Yan and contribute to resisting the Northern Hu, which would be a perfect ending to my life.

Even though I have never ascended the throne or achieved great success in this life, I can still leave a good reputation after my death.

How...

The head of the Tong family came to Tong Wenjun, and the seventy-year-old old man actually knelt down in front of him.

The northern noble families could tolerate the King of Yan, but they could not tolerate the King of Feng.

What's more, the power of this Prince Feng is growing stronger and stronger, and he seems to be on the verge of surpassing the Crown Prince and becoming the successor.

The noble families in the north wanted to go against Prince Feng and Prince Yan. The Tong family was just a small family and could not stay out of it.

As Tong Wenjun is the illegitimate son of the Tong family, it is impossible for him to stay out of it.

Rebellion is not the goal, the real goal of the Northern Family is to kill people!

When the news came out, the imperial court was furious and would definitely come to quell the rebellion. It was only a matter of time.

The Prince of Yan is a simple-minded man. Even if the court does not send anyone, he will come here alone!

As for Prince Feng...the aristocratic families have been collecting intelligence on him for the past year.

Judging from his style of doing things, his foreign policy was ruthless and cold-blooded, even brutal, and he would kill prisoners and build memorials at will.

He is completely the opposite when it comes to his own people. Not only does he value friendship, he is even a little too soft-hearted.

If the Prince of Yan comes here to quell the rebellion, Prince Feng will be worried about his safety and will most likely come along!

For the aristocratic families, if Prince Yan came himself, killing him would be equivalent to cutting off Prince Feng's arm, greatly reducing the possibility of his succession to the throne.

It would be great if Prince Feng and Prince Yan came together, they would both die at the hands of the rebels!

It would not matter if the imperial army came. Those who participated in the rebellion were the Yan army, the bandits who had become bandits, and the people who rebelled because they had no other choice.

The banner they raised was to restore the previous dynasty and support King Feng to ascend the throne.

From the beginning to the end, it has nothing to do with our family.

Tong Wenjun put his thoughts aside and looked towards the camp.

The rebels' camp was fairly well-organized, after all, they were based on the Yan army, which was good at fighting.

But it was not just the Yan army. The bandits, robbers, and refugees gathered from all over the place by the aristocratic families were all dispersed and incorporated into the army, causing the original Yan army to lag behind in information and find it difficult to unite.

The camp was filled with a lingering stench of decay, a sickening mixture of horse manure and sweat.

Tong Wenjun frowned and strode towards the nearest tent.

Inside the tent, several soldiers sat slumped on the ground, their tattered clothes emitting a foul sour smell.

Their eyes were dull, as if they were indifferent to everything around them.

Tong Wenjun noticed that one of the soldiers had a dirty cloth wrapped around his arm, which had turned black and hard, obviously because the injury had not been treated for a long time.

"What are you doing?" Tong Wenjun asked in a deep voice.

The soldiers slowly raised their heads and looked at him with empty eyes. No one answered.

After a long while, a soldier with a stubbled face finally said in a hoarse voice: "Military Advisor Tong, I wonder if His Highness..."

Tong Wenjun shook his head: "His Highness has been assassinated, and his life or death is still uncertain."

The soldiers fell silent again. The tent was dead silent except for the sound of the cold wind whistling past.

Tong Wenjun sighed, turned around and walked out of the tent.

There is no need to look further, the same is true in other tents. With such low morale, how can anything be accomplished?

"If it doesn't work out...it won't be a bad thing."

Tong Wenjun smiled bitterly and thought to himself.

. . . . . .

"Your Majesty, I have a flush."

A soldier of the Black Armor Army held three cards and grinned foolishly.

The area was surrounded by layers of soldiers, all with excited faces.

Li Che on the opposite side sneered: "Flush? Is it a big one?"

After saying that, he turned over the last card and slapped it on the ground.

"I have a straight flush!"

The soldiers burst into laughter.

"You two boys have lost to me again. As usual, I don't want your money. You have to run five miles for one ounce of silver."

The soldier scratched his head and said, "Alright! I'll go and fight again later!"

Li Che glared and said, "Don't try to play tricks on me. You owe me twenty miles. Pay me back before you play with me again!"

The soldiers around him started to jeer and pushed the man to stand up.

The soldier did not deny it. He took off his armor and turned around to run around the camp.

Not far away, Duan Shao and Xue Wei watched this scene silently.

Duan Shao's face was gloomy. "Prince Feng is very clever. He relied on a few scraps of paper to become one with these soldiers in just half a month!"

Xue Wei said helplessly, "These soldiers love nothing more than wine, gambling, and women. There are no women in the army, and they can't drink. Your Highness's stuff is really interesting."

As the succubus of Dafeng, Li Che has his own ways of winning people's hearts.

And there are different methods for people of different identities.

This group of soldiers liked these things. When Li Che had nothing to do, he would play a few games with them. If he lost, he would pay them generously and happily, and never cheated by relying on his status as a prince.

And if he won, Li Che would not take the soldiers' money, but would just let them run to pay off their debts.

After a few days, the soldiers had already heard of Li Che's reputation and were naturally willing to get close to this humble and generous Prince Feng.

Duan Shao glanced at Xue Wei coldly: "General Xue, are you speaking for Prince Feng? Don't forget your identity!"

Xue Wei frowned: "Identity? What does General Duan mean? I don't understand!"

Duan Shao curled his lips: "Why do you think His Majesty sent you here? Isn't it because your brother and Prince Feng have a grudge?!"

As a bastard of the Xue family, Xue Wei hated others talking about himself in the name of the Xue family.

Duan Shao relied on his seniority and never had a good tone, so Xue Wei had been tolerant of him again and again.

At this moment, he finally couldn't help it and retorted sarcastically: "I am loyal to Daqing. I only know that I am a Qing general. I don't know anything else!"

"You..." Duan Shao was speechless and looked at him with wide eyes.

"I advise General Duan to think more about how to defeat the enemy and not to sow discord between His Highness and His Majesty!"

Xue Wei snorted coldly and turned away, leaving Duan Shao standing there helpless and furious.

Li Che, who was far away, caught a glimpse of this scene through the gap in the crowd. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, but then quickly subsided.

Then he retracted his gaze and looked at the Xuanjia Army soldiers beside him, and said cheerfully:

"This is the last one, don't delay the training!"