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

When the prince was enfeoffed, he held most of the power in his fiefdom, including military and political power, but the only power excluded was horse power.

The Daqing Dynasty was founded on military power and was heavily dependent on the number of horses.

Therefore, there was an independent set of horse policies for local princes and frontier officials.

The princes had the right to own the horses under their rule, but all income, expenditure, and loss of the horses had to be reported to the Horse Supervision Office and could not be disposed of privately.

However, the Horse Supervision Office was directly under the imperial court, with the intention of supervising the horse affairs of the world.

This was to prevent the outflow of horses from Daqing and to facilitate unified dispatch by the court.

As a result, the power of the Horse Supervisor was very high.

After thinking about the situation clearly, Li Che sneered and roughly understood what was going on.

He continued to ask: "What is your Sicheng's name?"

"It's Wang...Lord Wang Lun."

Li Che turned around and looked at Uncle Yang, who hesitated for a moment before saying, "I think he must be a descendant of the Wang family of Langya."

Li Che thought to himself, he is indeed from a noble family.

"Where is he going to the banquet?"

The official dared not hide anything and said truthfully, "He must have gone to Jiangyunxuan."

"Lead the way." Li Che picked up the official and said coldly, "Lord Wang is of noble status. Since he refuses to see me, I will go to see him!"

. . . . . .

Jiangyunxuan is a brothel. In ancient times, brothels were not just dirty places for prostitution, but more of entertainment venues for listening to music, drinking and writing poetry.

At this moment, in Jiangyunxuan, the sound of stringed instruments and the fragrance of cosmetics filled the air.

The guests sat around the table, some alone and some in groups of three or five.

The dancers swayed their graceful figures and the musicians played seductive music.

In a private room.

Wang Lun leaned against the carved window frame with a slightly flushed face, listening to the flattery of the people at the table, raising his wine glass from time to time, looking very contented.

"Prince of Ninggu?!" Wang Lun sneered and slammed his wine glass down on the table. "He's just a deposed prince who was banished from the capital. Only the Prince of Yan, being honest and straightforward, would give him three thousand war horses."

"So what if it's the prince? If he wants to take the horse transfer document from me, then let him pay real money in exchange!"

Wang Lun picked up a piece of fish, took a sip, and immediately became even more excited.

It is said that dynasties last for a hundred years and families last for a thousand years.

The further away from Kyoto a noble family is, the less respect they have for the royal family.

The people sitting at the same table were all from aristocratic families, and the Wang family of Langya was a big family among the aristocratic families, so they all praised the emperor even more vigorously.

At this moment, a burst of dense footsteps came from the door of Jiangyunxuan, mixed with the clanging sound of armor colliding.

The guests who were eating and drinking looked up subconsciously.

A handsome young man in military uniform with a sword hanging from his waist walked in, followed by a strong man whose height was almost to the ceiling.

Behind them, there were more than ten soldiers wearing full armor and looking ferocious.

A solemn and murderous atmosphere came over, blowing away the luxurious atmosphere in the restaurant.

"Your Highness, it's in the private room on the second floor." The official's eyesight was indeed good. He saw the figures of Wang Lun and others through the window lattice.

Li Che said nothing and walked straight towards the stairs.

The waiter stepped forward to stop him, but just as he was about to speak, he felt his legs hanging in the air.

Hu Qiang lifted him up like a chick and casually hung him on the protruding beam on the roof.

When the people around saw this, no one dared to step forward.

Li Che came to the second floor unhindered. Hu Qiang just stretched out his hand and pushed, and the wooden door of the private room fell apart in an instant.

Wang Lun looked up and saw Li Che with a sneer on his face, and he immediately had a bad feeling in his heart.

But his background as a prominent family gave him the courage to rebuke them: "Who are you waiting for? So unreasonable!"

"I heard that Lord Wang doesn't want to see me!" Li Che strode over and picked up a drumstick.

"Prince of Ninggu?" Wang Lun looked at the smiling Li Che and suddenly sobered up. "What are you going to do? The court has its own laws for mobilizing so many troops and horses. I will carefully review it..."

"Just pretend I didn't hear what you said!"

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and Li Che, holding the drumstick, hit it hard.

boom--

The metal drumstick hit Wang Lun's face, knocking him to the ground. Several teeth and blood flew out.

One of them landed right in the wine glass, splashing a pool of wine.

The people at the same table exclaimed in surprise, and many of them stood up subconsciously.

The Yan area values ​​martial arts, and scholars act rashly, but aren't you too rash?

He doesn't look like a demoted prince at all, but rather a ruthless and brutal bandit!

"Please ask Wang Sicheng to leave!"

Li Che pointed at Wang Lun who was groaning on the ground, and two guards behind him immediately carried him out.

Looking at the silent crowd, Li Che showed a decent and polite smile.

But the smile did not reach his eyes, instead it revealed a bit of coldness.

Under everyone's fearful gaze, he picked up a clean wine glass and poured himself a glass of wine.

"What happened just now has disturbed your leisure, so I will drink a glass of wine as punishment."

After saying that, he picked up the wine glass, drank it all, and showed the bottom of the glass to everyone.

Seeing that everyone was indifferent, Qiu Bai behind him drew out his sword with a clang.

Everyone was startled and dared not hesitate any longer. They raised their glasses one after another. Half of a white tooth could be seen in one of the glasses.

The man felt Li Che's gaze on him, and his heart suddenly turned cold. He gritted his teeth and drank the wine mixed with his teeth.

Li Che then smiled gently: "I have something else to do, so I'll excuse you. To express my apology, today's banquet..."

He paused, turned and left, and a voice came from afar:

"Wang Sicheng will pay for it!"

It was not until Li Che's figure disappeared at the door that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The person who drank the tooth squatted on the ground and vomited violently.

"This Prince of Ninggu...his methods are even more vicious than those of Prince of Yan..." someone said tremblingly.

Everyone was silent, their hearts filled with fear.

But Li Che took Wang Lun out of Jiangyunxuan and went straight to the Ninggu military camp.

The King of Yan was quite considerate. He arranged a spacious and clean military camp for the Ninggu Army, located at the north gate of the city.

After entering the military camp, Li Che went straight into the central military tent and sat in the upper seat.

The two guards threw the dizzy Wang Lun to the ground, bowed to Li Che, and stepped aside.

"Li...Li Che, what exactly are you going to do?" Wang Lun said incoherently.

Li Che smiled and said, "It seems that Wang Sicheng is still a little confused. Can you call me by my name?"

He looked at the two guards and said calmly, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you help Wang Sicheng sober up?"

The two guards understood and immediately drew their swords from their waists and threw them aside. They then took the scabbards and started beating Wang Lun.

Wang Lun was from a noble family and had never been beaten so cruelly before. He immediately curled up into a ball and wailed incessantly.

Li Che frowned: "Go, go, drag him out and beat him up. Don't you know that this king is kind-hearted and can't bear to see this kind of scene?"

The two guards bowed and accepted the order, then grabbed Wang Lun by the scruff of the neck and dragged him out of the tent.

Soon, screams like pigs being slaughtered were heard outside the tent.