Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

"Wuyan Guang, you've been defeated?"

In another residence in the western part of the capital, Yelü Chun and others also received news of Wuyan Guang's defeat.

"It's good that they lost. Haven't Dalibo and the others been maintaining the entire Western Liao Dynasty by relying on Wuyan Guang's military strength? Now that's perfect, I think the Western Liao Dynasty has no need to exist anymore. Let's just call it back to Great Liao!"

Those who supported Yelü Chun were all legitimate members of the Yelü family of the Liao Dynasty. Since they all shared the surname Yelü, they naturally had objections to Wuyan Guang establishing his own Western Liao.

Although Dalibo was also of Yelü family blood, she was, after all, a daughter, and therefore lacked a certain degree of kinship.

Is Wuyan Guang dead or alive?

Yelü Chun now needs to confirm this issue.

"Our message is that they have been captured, and their fate is still unknown."

"Their fate is still unknown, which makes things difficult."

Yelü Chun tapped his fingers on the table. He always sought stability in his actions. If Wuyan Guang was already dead, then it wouldn't be a problem for him to have Dalibo return the imperial power and abolish the title of "Western Liao," after all, it was for the sake of the legitimacy of the Liao Dynasty.

But what if Wuyan Guang is still alive and can return in the future?

Yelü Chun had to consider Wuyan Guang's influence in the Liao army. If he found out that his group was bullying Dalibo, this "orphan and widow," would he immediately start a massacre and wipe out the rest of the royal family?

Yelü Chun dared not risk the lives of the entire royal family, and after all, Xijing was Wuyan Guang's stronghold, so he had to plan ahead.

"There's nothing that's difficult to handle."

Another member of the royal family stepped forward and said:

"No matter what, Wuyan Guang has rebelled. We've already given him a lot of face by not treating him as a traitor. If you ask me, when we arrived here, he should have immediately returned the throne instead of leaving it for his unborn son."

Although no one loudly echoed this statement, Yelü Chun saw expressions of agreement on the faces of the elder members of the imperial clan, indicating that they all supported this view.

“Uncles, I know you are all doing this for the Yelü family, otherwise you wouldn’t have put me in this position. But we are all of the same bloodline, so we need to think this over carefully.”

Yelü Chun said that everything should be done slowly.

"You're just too mild-mannered. If you were more ruthless, you wouldn't have had to let that brat Yelü Yanxi ascend to the throne back then."

An elder of the Yelü clan said that Yelü Chun was not ruthless enough; otherwise, he would have rebelled when he was young, and the Liao Dynasty would not have fallen to its current state.

"Uncles, please calm down. Things are different now. Why don't we call Qiong Yaonayan over now and discuss this with him?"

"You are the emperor, you can decide for yourself."

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"What did you say? Qiong Yaona invited me to his residence?"

As for Zhierfulang, he had just returned home from Princess Tianshou's residence. Princess Tianshou had made him many promises, implying that as long as he could protect her and her child, Zhierfulang could do whatever he wanted.

Although... this feeling is a bit strange, well, I'm still very happy that Daribo is willing to marry me. After all, she is my white moonlight. After going around in circles, she was able to come to my side smoothly. I think it's still worth it.

As for Dalibo having been married and having a child... what's so unusual about that in the Liao Dynasty? Isn't that normal? In the Liao Dynasty, the throne wasn't the only thing that was passed down from father to son or brother to brother.

So when Zhierfulang returned home today, his steps were unsteady, as if the voice of Dalibo kept echoing in his ears, and he was savoring the gentle hug Dalibo gave him before he left. Zhierfulang felt that he still had the faint fragrance of Dalibo on him.

When the people in the manor saw Zhier Fulang like this, they thought he had encountered some great joy. Taking advantage of their general's good mood, they also handed over General Qiong Yaonayan's invitation.

"Strange, Qiong Yaonayan has been staying in Xijing City the whole time, why hasn't the princess looked for him?"

Zhier Fulang snapped out of his reverie and looked at the invitation Qiong Yaonayan had given him; he began to make plans in his mind.

Qiongyao Nayan was someone left behind by Wuyan Guang to assist Dali Bo. If something really happened, why didn't Dali Bo consult with Qiongyao Nayan?

Could it be that there's something wrong with Qiong Yaonayan?

"What has Qiong Yaonayan been doing in the capital all this time?"

Zhier Fulang asked his steward.

"General Qiong Yao hasn't taken any special actions, but I've heard that he's been in frequent contact with people from the late emperor's side."

The steward thought hard for a moment, then said to Zhi'er Fulang.

"understood."

Although Zhierfulang was a bit love-struck around Dalibo, he was very clear-headed when he calmed down, otherwise Wuyanguang would not have entrusted him with such an important task.

"Prepare the horses."

Zhier Fulang signaled to the steward to prepare the horses, as he felt he needed to have a serious talk with Qiong Yaonayan.

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"Brother Fulang! I've been thinking of you!"

At Qiong Yao Na Yan's residence, the best chef and dancer from Xijing City had been specially invited today, as Qiong Yao Na Yan held Zhi Er Fu Lang in high regard. Upon meeting, Qiong Yao Na Yan immediately gave Zhi Er Fu Lang a bear hug.

"Qiong Yao, you've been guarding the capital all this time, thank you for your hard work."

Zhier Fulang was still unaware of what kind of medicine Qiong Yaonayan had bought, so he simply smiled and agreed.

"Compared to my brother on the battlefield, what am I but a nobody? Come, come, brother, take a seat. This campaign has been long, so there probably isn't much good food. I've specially prepared a feast for you this time!"

Qiong Yaonayan was very polite, as if she had something to ask of him.

Zhier Fulang kept a watchful eye on things. Although they were both under the command of the general, Qiong Yaonayan and he didn't have a very good relationship.

But since he was already there, Zhi'er Fulang wouldn't stand on ceremony. He was also quite hungry, so he decided to eat and drink as much as he wanted with all the food and wine on the table.

Qiong Yaonayan clearly had something to say, but seeing how happily Zhier Fulang was eating, he could only suppress his thoughts for the time being and drink with Zhier Fulang while smiling.

"Speak, what do you want from me?"

After eating until he was about 70-80% full, Zhier Fulang took a big gulp of wine and then asked directly.

"Brother, you're a straightforward person, so I won't hold back either. Brother, I want to know how the Commander is doing?"

Upon hearing Zhier Fulang's question, Qiong Yaonayan stopped pretending, put down her wine cup, and also went straight to the point.

"How is the commander-in-chief? What do you mean by asking that?"

Zhier Fulang glanced sideways at Qiong Yaonayan.

“Brother Fulang, this is not very interesting. I already know that the commander has been captured, but I still want to know whether he is dead or alive.”

Qiong Yaonayan was no longer so polite at this moment; his words carried a more aggressive and sharp edge.

"If the commander-in-chief dies, what will you do? If he lives, what will you do?"

Zhier Fulang stood up, placed his hands on the table, and looked down at Qiong Yaonayan.

"If the commander-in-chief were alive, I would still be his vanguard."

Qiong Yaonayan also stood up, maintaining eye contact with Zhier Fulang.

"If the commander-in-chief dies... then I will have to live for myself."

"Qiong Yao Nayan! You're rebelling! How can you face the Commander-in-Chief?! Without the Commander-in-Chief, you wouldn't even know where you'd be herding sheep right now!"

Zhier Fulang slammed his hand on the table, knocking over the wine glass.

"Zhi'er Fulang, I call you 'Big Brother,' don't take advantage of my kindness!"

Qiong Yaonayan abandoned her respectful expression, and her face turned cold.

"If you want to be a dog for life, don't take me with you!"

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