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

Inside the Wang family mansion, the lights were bright and the sounds of stringed instruments were endless.

In the hall, Wang Yu, the head of the Wang family, sat in the main seat, and beside him were Fan Cheng, the head of the Fan family, Yang Lie, the head of the Yang family, and Lu Xi, the head of the Lu family.

Among the noble families in the north, these four are the most prominent and are the leaders of all the noble families!

Further down are the core members of the four great families and the heads of other, lower-level families.

The aristocratic families have a strict hierarchy, and these people are obviously not qualified to sit at the same table with the heads of the four major families.

The head of the Tong family also managed to get a seat at the last seat, but given the size of the Tong family, if Tong Wenjun had not controlled the rebels, he would not even be qualified to enter this room.

The four of them clinked glasses, each with an unconcealable look of pride on their faces.

"Hahaha, this time we join forces and will definitely be able to bring down Prince Feng and Prince Yan completely!" Wang Yu raised his glass and smiled with squinted eyes.

Yang Lie agreed, "I heard that the armies of Prince Yan and Prince Feng have reached the edge of Yan territory and haven't made any progress in the past few days. They have no way of dealing with these 150,000 rebels."

Wang Yu sneered, "What can they do? The rebels are all the Prince of Yan's men, unless they want to kill each other."

"Isn't Prince Feng a very good fighter? What's the point of being a fighter? In this world, what matters is power and inheritance, not a bunch of warriors brandishing swords and clubs!"

Fan Cheng echoed, his eyes gleaming with disdain: "That's right! In this world, our family still has the final say!"

Lu Xi also raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing that their patriarch looked confident of victory, Wang Lun and others who came out from Yan land below all drank in silence with worried expressions on their faces.

These branches of the aristocratic families from Yan had dealt with Li Che before, and Wang Lun had even been severely beaten by Li Che.

They knew very well that King Feng was not an ordinary person and could not be judged by common sense.

This method might work on other vassal kings, but it works on the Prince of Feng...

Prince Feng is a man who likes to break the rules and he loves to use force to break them.

If he knew that the rebellion in Yan was planned by aristocratic families, he would be in trouble and face a catastrophic disaster.

Seeing the slightly drunk and rosy faces of several family heads, and the others busy boasting and flattering them without any sense of crisis, Wang Lun sighed deeply.

I hope I'm overthinking it...

After three rounds of drinks, the four became increasingly complacent.

They seemed to have already seen themselves regaining control of the north and being able to call the wind and rain.

"After the matter is accomplished, we will propose more conditions to His Majesty. The way Daqing treats the nobles like us is much worse than the previous dynasty." Wang Yu narrowed his eyes, his tone full of greed.

Fan Cheng followed suit, saying, "Daqing places too much emphasis on the imperial examinations, and His Majesty likes to promote students from humble backgrounds. This won't do!"

"He is from a third-class noble family outside Longwai, and he luckily sat on the throne with our support. Without the support of the noble family, how could he control the world?"

Such outrageous words actually caused everyone present to agree:

"You're right. This world has been controlled by aristocratic families for thousands of years. Which emperor wouldn't rely on us for support after ascending the throne?"

"A child from a poor family? Without even the family's inherited knowledge, how can you be worthy enough to serve in the same palace with us?"

"You can't say that. This is Emperor Qing's first time as an emperor, and he doesn't know the principle that imperial power should not extend to the countryside. We have to teach him a lesson."

"If he doesn't repent, then it's fine. Let the world fall into chaos again and replace the emperor."

Such audacious words were spoken openly by this group of people, without any reverence at all.

The North is far away from the political center of the imperial capital. Half of the people in each state and county are from aristocratic families. They have always regarded this place as their own territory and are accustomed to being domineering.

Little did they know that although their family had a history of causing chaos in the world, they did not have the ability to cause chaos out of thin air.

The wheel of history rolls forward, and everyone has to go with the flow. How can they change the situation?

Just as everyone was immersed in a sweet dream, a burst of hurried horse hooves suddenly came from a distance, followed by noisy shouts.

"What's going on?" Wang Yu frowned and asked unhappily.

Before he could react, the gate of the mansion was burst open and a group of armored soldiers rushed in.

The leader was wearing black goose-feather armor, his hand resting on the sword at his waist, his eyes were like torches, and he exuded a cold murderous aura.

Wang Lun looked around and felt as if his head was about to explode, and he sobered up instantly.

Wang Lun will never forget that handsome face with a murderous aura.

Serve King Li Che!

And behind Li Che, the young man who is also wearing armor and looks very heroic, isn’t he the Prince of Yan, Li Lin?

Shouldn't these two be racking their brains to deal with the rebels? Why did they end up here?

"Hey, are you drinking?" Li Che walked forward with a sneer and looked at everyone.

"How dare you!" A patriarch of a noble family immediately stood up and shouted, "Who dares to be so rude in front of the four patriarchs?"

Li Che ignored him, walked slowly to a wine table, bent down and picked up a wine glass.

The wine glass is crystal clear and is exactly the glass produced in Fengguo.

A room full of people were sitting on chairs made of golden nanmu wood, using glass wine glasses, and wearing brocade clothes.

Chatting and laughing, it was so pleasant.

Li Che couldn't help but sigh: "Wine from the Western Regions, you are all in for a treat."

Wang Yu already had a bad feeling in his heart and asked, "Who are you? Where are my servants and guards?"

Li Che smiled at him, holding the wine glass and speaking slowly: "Fine grape wine in a luminous cup, the pipa music is urging me to drink!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

This guy does have some literary talent, and the poems he writes are decent and have a certain charm.

However, the last two lines that Li Che chanted took a sharp turn, carrying an undisguised murderous intent:

"Don't laugh, Lord, lying drunk on the battlefield. How many times have you fought in ancient times?"

You are living a life of drunkenness and dreams here, but you are inciting the soldiers to fight desperately on the battlefield, causing your compatriots to kill each other. How can this be justified?

Wang Yu frowned, picked up his wine glass, stood up, and walked to the center of the hall:

"This general is a man of great literary talent. All who come are welcome guests. Please drink this cup to the full. We can discuss anything later."

Wang Yu had been the head of the family for so many years, so he was naturally no fool. He had already seen that Li Che had ill intentions.

But smart people have a common problem, which is that they think everything has logic and a price.

No matter what purpose this person has in breaking into his house, as long as he pays enough price and benefits, he will not do anything.

This is the set of unspoken rules ingrained in the aristocratic families; there is nothing that cannot be discussed.

But he never expected that the person in front of him was the most unruly and rebellious person in the whole Daqing!

Facing the head of the Wang family who raised his glass to him, Li Che just smiled disdainfully.

Then he took two steps to him and tapped his nose with a finger:

"Still drinking? I'm here to take you away—"