The Republic of China: A Letter of Appointment Creates the Most Powerful Warlord

Passing through the empty hall, Old Zhang walked with vigorous steps to the hall.

At that time, a boy of about ten years old, wearing an embroidered dragon robe and a court crown, with a confused look on his young face, sat alone on the dragon throne, staring at the people coming from below the hall.

There were only two elderly eunuchs serving him at his side, and the hall, which was usually crowded with people, was now eerily quiet.

Nothing has changed, yet it seems like everything has changed.

Old Zhang looked at the ten-year-old child on the dragon throne with a serious and unsmiling face. He took two steps forward, knelt on the ground, and shouted loudly.

"I, Zhang Zuolin, the General Manager of the Northern Patrol Battalion, come to see His Majesty. Long live the Emperor!"

Old Zhang is a grateful person. On this occasion today, he did not show any arrogance, nor did he choose to look at the little emperor as an equal.

On the contrary, he followed the old rituals and slowly knelt down, performing three bows and nine kowtows to the young man on the dragon throne, each kowtow expressing deep gratitude.

Not only that, Lao Zhang also deliberately retained his last position in the previous dynasty, "General Manager of the Fengbei Patrol Camp." For him, this is not just a position, but also an indelible memory.

"General Manager Zhang, please stand up!"

The little emperor said in a childish and sharp voice.

At this moment, the small body was trembling slightly, like a blade of grass swaying in the wind, which could be blown down at any time.

Although he is still young, only in his teens, his character is far superior to that of ordinary people, and he knows a lot about the recent events in the capital.

However, although he knew them, he did not recognize these warlords. Even though they had been important ministers during the Beiyang period, the little guy found it difficult to remember those distant people and events.

After all, when the Beiyang Dynasty was at its peak, he was still a young and ignorant child. The happiest time of his day was to enjoy eating, drinking and having fun, and he had no idea about the wars and conflicts in the outside world.

But today, Zhang Zuolin suddenly appeared in front of him, which made him feel uneasy. His heart was like a gong that was being struck, beating non-stop.

He didn't know what the other party's intention was, and he was even more worried that the other party was going to expel him from the palace.

For many years, the little emperor has been eager to leave the palace, see the outside world, and escape from the cage that restricts his freedom.

However, when faced with such an opportunity, he was afraid that he would not be able to adapt to life in the outside world, and he was even more worried that his identity would be despised and criticized by people outside.

This contradictory mentality put him in a dilemma. He wanted to break free from the constraints, but was also full of fear of the unknown.

"Your Majesty, I've come here this time to firstly see your majestic face and secondly to see the changes in the palace. Have you found it boring to stay here all these years?"

Old Zhang lowered his head and stood in the empty hall, trying his best to suppress his voice so as not to scare the little guy.

He said this with no other intention, it was just a simple greeting, and he took the opportunity to give some money to express his condolences to the royal family of the previous dynasty.

"Ahem... My dear, you are so thoughtful. I am fine and have never felt bored."

The little emperor tried to remain calm and coughed lightly, trying to hide the panic in his eyes, but his trembling hands still betrayed his inner uneasiness at the moment.

Is it boring? Just four words, but they almost scared the little guy to death.

He even thought that Lao Zhang wanted to occupy the palace and drive him out.

Now, the royal family of the previous dynasty only has this little bit of property left. If even this little bit is taken away, then he, the so-called emperor, will probably become a truly lonely man with nothing.

Thinking of this, the little emperor couldn't help but shudder, and his worries deepened.

"Your Majesty, just get used to it. If you ever feel unhappy, please send a message. I can't guarantee anything else, but the 400,000 strong Fengbei Army will do its utmost to protect the royal family."

Old Zhang clasped his hands together and spoke very beautifully.

After all, he didn't have any feelings for the little emperor. The reason why he was willing to kneel down as a subject was entirely because he remembered the past kindness of the previous dynasty.

Back then, Old Zhang was just a horse bandit who set up a veterinary post. Although he encountered some adventures and opportunities, he had to admit that without the support of the previous dynasty, he would not have been able to rise so quickly.

Therefore, I came here today to fulfill my original wish and to thank the previous dynasty for its cultivation.

"Ai, Ai Qing, are you serious?!"

The little emperor's fearful and confused look disappeared, he grabbed the cushion under his buttocks with both hands and asked in a trembling voice.

Although this guy is mature in mind, he is still too young after all. He will easily believe whatever others say.

The Fengbei Army does have 400,000 troops, but if you want to rely on these 400,000 troops to do something, it is better to give up the idea as soon as possible.

When you don't have enough strength, the greater your ambition, the faster your death will come.

The little guy is still too anxious!

"Of course it's true!"

Old Zhang raised his head and promised without hesitation.

"If Your Majesty does not wish to stay here, I will immediately arrange for carriages and horses to depart. We will return to Fengbei, where your people are everywhere. I will then build a palace even more luxurious than this one for Your Majesty to enjoy."

"Can……"

Upon hearing this, the excitement on the little emperor's face disappeared instantly. He sat slumped on the dragon throne like a deflated ball, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

In this situation, he had no choice at all.

Leaving the capital and heading to Fengbei?

Even if he wanted to do so, someone would definitely come out to stop him.

Although the previous dynasty has collapsed, the forces supporting the royal family have not completely disappeared.

As long as the little emperor stays in the palace obediently, everyone will live in peace.

However, if anyone dared to take him out of the capital, it would be a serious matter, and he might even be labeled a "feudal remnant."

If this happens, even the King of Fengbei, who is at the peak of his power, may not be able to withstand the scorn and criticism of the people across the country.

Moreover, although Lord Zhang spoke in high-sounding terms, he actually did not reveal the slightest intention of letting the young emperor take power.

In the final analysis, he was just using sweet words and flattery to try to use the reputation of the previous royal family to gain the support of those old and young people.

Thinking of this, the little emperor couldn't help feeling sad. These so-called ministers all had ulterior motives, and no one really cared about the life or death of him, the little emperor.

Faced with this situation, he could only suppress the ambitions suppressed in his heart and decided to wait a little longer.

He knew very well that he only had one chance in his life, so he had to be rigorous, rigorous, and rigorous again.

If there is any deviation, all the hopes of the previous dynasty will be shattered.

And he will become the most miserable emperor in history and be despised by the world.