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

Emperor Qing stayed in Chaoyang City for about half a month.

He was naturally intelligent, and age did not solidify his intelligence. Instead, it helped his thinking become more mature, making it easier for him to learn new knowledge.

In half a month, Emperor Qing had become a fifth-grade primary school expert.

The improvement of knowledge determines the change of heart.

Before this, he still had some fear towards Li Che and Feng Guo.

After this, the fear disappeared without a trace and turned into hope.

Emperor Qing was undoubtedly wise. He began to realize that Fengguo, which possessed powerful knowledge such as science, was an existence that he could not afford to provoke, even though he was the ruler of the world who held the power of life and death.

In scientific knowledge, Emperor Qing saw too many possibilities for the future. Science could turn his Daqing into a super empire that far surpassed all previous dynasties.

The more he understood, the more he couldn't resist the temptation.

Emperor Qing absorbed knowledge eagerly, but Yelu Yuan in Shangjing became increasingly anxious.

Go to Beijing, the royal city.

The wolf flag of the Liao Kingdom had disappeared, replaced by the red and black banner of the Feng Kingdom fluttering in the air.

Yelu Yuan sat on the throne, looking at the empty hall with dull eyes.

A month has passed since he received the news that Emperor Qing was heading north. However, after Emperor Qing's carriage arrived in Chaoyang City, no more news came, as if Emperor Qing had already forgotten about this matter.

The long wait made him gradually become anxious.

"Brother Royal."

A soft voice sounded in my ears, with a hint of trembling.

Yelu Yuan suddenly came to his senses and saw his sister Yelu Xian holding a teacup and looking at him worriedly.

Yelu Xian was dressed in plain clothes, but her stunning beauty could not be concealed. Even in such a miserable situation, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.

Yelu Yuan felt a pain in his heart. He reached out to take the teacup, but did not drink it. He just held it tightly in his hand, as if he was holding the last straw of life.

"Xian'er, are you afraid?" His voice was hoarse, with unconcealable fatigue.

Yeluxian shook his head and walked to his side: "Xian'er is not afraid, and my royal brother should not be afraid either."

Listening to his sister's gentle words, Yelu Yuan felt mixed emotions.

He knew that the Khitan was finished and his time as the temporary Khan was over.

The Emperor of Daqing was not a kind-hearted person. From all indications, he did not seem to care about the Khitan, otherwise he would not have stayed in Chaoyang City and was reluctant to come to the capital.

God knows what awaits him, endless humiliation or imprisonment.

Yelu Daha had many children, and Yelu Yuan had many younger brothers and sisters, who were now all trapped in this royal city.

But in Yelu Yuan's eyes, Yelu Xian is his only relative, his biological sister with the same father and mother.

Yelu Xian was very beautiful. The cold wind outside the Great Wall did not make her skin rough. Even in the rich Central Plains, she would be considered a stunning beauty.

In the future, the Khitan royal family will all fall into Daqing's hands. Yelu Yuan dared not imagine what kind of ending will await her.

Thinking of this, a bold and crazy idea suddenly popped up in Yelu Yuan's mind.

"Xian'er," he took a deep breath and held his sister's hand tightly, "Are you willing to marry the prince of Daqing?"

Yelu Xian was startled, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and shattered into pieces.

Her face was pale, but only for a moment before she regained her smile: "Xian'er can do it."

Yelu Yuan avoided her gaze and said in a low but firm voice, "I don't know which prince it is either. It could be the Prince of Feng, the Prince of Yan, or another prince."

"If you agree, I will propose a marriage to the Emperor of Daqing. If you marry into the Daqing royal family, you will at least have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life."

"Don't blame me for being ruthless. Blame me for being incompetent." Yelu Yuan's eyes were painful and determined. "But this is the most likely way I can think of to save you and the bloodline of the Yelu family."

Yeluxian nodded gently and said comfortingly: "Don't be sad, my royal brother. Xian'er understands."

Although she was born into the Yelu family and had lived a life of luxury since childhood, Yelu Xian was not the kind of princess who was ignorant of the overall situation.

She has been studying since she was young and knows that everything has its pros and cons. This is her only choice and her final responsibility as a princess of the Liao Kingdom.

The brother and sister didn't say anything else. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the dilapidated window, making their figures look particularly slender.

"Royal brother?" Yelu Xian was the first to break the silence.

"Ok?"

"The prince of Daqing is ugly...what does he look like?" Yelu Xian looked at Yelu Yuan nervously.

Yelu Yuan smiled helplessly, but still said: "Brother, I have only seen the King of Yan. He is indeed very heroic, but..."

"Just what?"

"It just seems a little dull... unromantic."

Yelu originally wanted to say that Li Lin was not smart, but then he changed his mind immediately when he thought that his sister might marry Li Lin in the future.

Yeluxian nodded, then asked, "Then...where is Prince Feng?"

Li Che did not meet Yelu Yuan. After all, in his eyes, Yelu Yuan was just a small character. After arriving in Shangjing, he rested for one day and then left.

But in Yelu Yuan's eyes, the word "Feng Wang" does not represent anything good.

Yelu Yuan's face changed. "Prince Feng killed our father, the Khan. He is our father's murderer! Don't worry, Xian'er. I will ask the Emperor of Daqing to not let you marry Prince Feng."

Yeluxian said calmly: "Royal brother, you know that we have no say in this matter."

Yelu Yuan was stunned for a moment, looking at his younger sister in front of him, his eyes full of complicated expressions.

"I've never met Prince Feng, but I've heard from the soldiers. Prince Feng's bravery is no less than that of Prince Yan. He personally fights in every battle, with courage unmatched by ten thousand men. Xian'er, you should know that such a brave man must look different from ordinary people, even have a strange appearance."

Yelu Yuan thought about it and said with some pity:

"Some say that Prince Feng is nine feet tall, with arms that reach down to his knees, fingers as thick as a child's, and a face with fangs and green skin, like a demon..."

Halfway through his speech, Yelu Yuan couldn't continue.

What he didn't know was that Li Che beat the Khitans so harshly that the Khitan soldiers who had actually seen his appearance either died or surrendered.

The rumors in the Khitan army were basically all hearsay. For a terrifying enemy like Li Che, the Khitans must have found his appearance more and more terrifying.

The Khitans were different from the Central Plains. The aesthetic tastes of the Central Plains were acceptable to heroic men and they also liked handsome men.

The Khitans valued strength more, so those who looked like brave generals and strong men were more popular among the Khitans.

But no matter how much you worship power, there must be a limit.

If the rumors were true, then Prince Feng looked like a monster. Yelu Yuan could not accept that his sister would marry such a monster.

As expected, after hearing Yelu Yuan's words, Yelu Xian's little face turned pale with shock.

"Emperor...Emperor Brother."

"Ok?"

"Xian'er...Xian'er is better off not marrying Prince Feng."