Tang Dynasty: Father, if you don't rebel, I will!

Li Chengqian's voice was full of amusement.

If it were someone else, they might have been fooled by these guys.

They thought Islam was so powerful and unshakeable in the Arabian Peninsula.

As a time traveler, Li Chengqian was very clear that Islam today, to put it bluntly, was just a group of people who had just gained a foothold after being suppressed and besieged by nobles and soldiers.

It's just a makeshift team that's won a few battles.

There, the concept of "nation" doesn't even exist.

He looked at Jafar and the others, who were all in astonishment, shook his head with a sneer, and slowly got up from his seat.

"If I'm not mistaken, if I agree to join forces with you, your next step will be to purchase some military equipment and weapons from my Great Tang, right?"

"Then came the demarcation of the Sassanid Persia. You voluntarily relinquished some valuable territories, even though you your own internal situation is still unstable..."

The more Li Chengqian spoke, the paler Jafar and the others became.

Li Chengqian, who was originally hesitant about whether to support the useless Sassanid Persians or cooperate with Islam, which had just started its business, is now caught between the choice between the useless and the swindler.

You have chosen your option.

"It seems that your God cannot protect and bless you on the land of my Great Tang..." Li Chengqian chuckled and waved his hand.

He immediately ordered people to drive them away.

Jafar's expression changed drastically.

"Your Highness, Crown Prince of the Great Tang Dynasty, your choice is unwise! Yizihou and his ilk are not worthy of your trust. True glory lies with Allah, and our Prophet Muhammad is the one you should choose. I..."

“Fools…” Li Chengqian looked at Jafar and the others being dragged away.

He couldn't help but shook his head.

Li Shimin and Empress Zhangsun emerged from a side hall.

"Chengqian, have you already spread the intelligence of the Embroidered Uniform Guard to that place called Arabia?"

Li Shimin knew very little about that area, or rather, not only him, but everyone in that era was like that.

Li Chengqian nodded slightly, which was taken as acknowledgment of this statement.

"I was initially hesitant, after all, Muhammad's Islamic influence is still in its infancy. They need the strength of our Great Tang more than the Great Tang needs them. Perhaps cooperating with them could bring more benefits in the Middle East, but..."

Li Chengqian shook his head slightly.

"Your Majesty, I have underestimated the situation... The Arabian Peninsula is simply too far from our Great Tang Dynasty."

"Rather than trying to negotiate with a tiger for its skin and dividing a cake thousands of miles away, it would be better to support Sassanid Persia and use this pot lid to keep the cake firmly covered!"

"It's just a matter of eating later..."

As Li Chengqian spoke, he glanced at Wang De beside him and gave him instructions.

"Tell the Ministry of Rites to bestow the title of 'Liangyuan' upon Princess Salmana of the Sassanid Persians!"

"Yes!" Wang De immediately went to relay the message respectfully.

Honglu Temple, Foreign Affairs Office, Sifang Hall.

Upon receiving the news from the palace, the Sassanid Persian delegation, who had just been released from prison by the Marquis of Chang'an, instantly erupted in excitement.

"May the gods protect us! May the gods protect us!"

"Hahaha, those so-called heretics think they can stop the good things of my Sassanid Persia? Dream on!"

"Your Highness is indeed without fault. I knew it! How could a woman as beautiful as Princess Salmana, the jewel of our Sassanid Persia, not be chosen?"

"Hahaha! With the support of the Great Tang, we will definitely be able to take our revenge on these damned heretics!"

Everyone was excited.

Zolida, the Minister of War and head of the Sassanid Persian mission, was overjoyed upon receiving the news.

Looking at the Arab delegation, including Jafar, who was walking out of their lodgings not far away, his face was filled with undisguised smugness and provocation.

"Do you think that with the support of the Tang Dynasty, you can defeat the warriors of our God?"

Jafar, his face ashen, approached Zolida.

There was no trace of panic in his eyes about the failed negotiations with the Tang Dynasty.

“I admit you won this time, but... after you took the chips given to you by the Tang Dynasty and lost them all, I don’t know how the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty will deal with you.”

"Everything will have to be decided on the battlefield!"

The day of the Crown Prince's wedding is drawing ever closer.

Chang'an was dozens of times more bustling than before. Merchants and wandering knights from all over the country came to see this man who stormed into the palace through the Xuanwu Gate.

What kind of demeanor does the young prince possess who has achieved such great things?

What was once considered a bad reputation has now become, in the eyes of others, the path this Holy Prince took in his journey.

Songtsen Gampo of Tibet has arrived!

King Li Mixia of Xiangxiong Kingdom has arrived!

King Udaya Deva of the Kingdom of Niva and Prince Nalingdeva have arrived!

King Goguryeo, Go Geonmu, came in person.

Yeon Gaesomun, son of Yeon Taejo, the false king of Goguryeo, has arrived.

The Baekje prince and the prime minister arrived together.

King Fan Fanzhi of Lin Yi, tribal leaders of Jiaozhi, envoys from small countries such as Siam, and others also rushed to the scene.

And at the same time.

"Is this the Tang Dynasty...?"

This was the umpteenth time that Sismi Purokise, the third king of the Chalukya Kingdom, had uttered such words.

He pointed excitedly at the Imperial University Clock Tower, a landmark building in Taiyuan Prefecture, and asked Xuanzang a question.

"Holy Monk, do you know what that is? Why can it make such a loud sound?"

Before Xuanzang could answer, his gaze was immediately drawn to the clock shop on the side of the street.

The "sacred object" glass served as a window, and inside were placed items that could move on their own and were of noble style, even more noble than the divine artifacts used in their sacrifices.

Lu Wenhu took a deep breath.

To be honest, at first, seeing the other person's country bumpkin appearance, he felt a sense of pride and honor.

But when this happened repeatedly, all he felt was deep embarrassment and awkwardness.

Especially since he was dressed as a monk at the moment...

It is important to know that in kingdoms like Chalukya and Harsha, monks and nuns held a very sacred status.

However, in the Tang Dynasty... everyone knew that the current Crown Prince did not have much affection for Buddhism.

The land in Yanmen County that once buried a large number of evil Buddhist monks has now become fertile soil.

"We'd better hurry to Chang'an. If we're any slower, we might miss His Highness the Crown Prince's wedding..." Lu Wenhu covered his face. This was Taiyuan Prefecture, where his sworn brother, Wang Qingyun, the Sima of Bingzhou, held a post.

He and his third brother, Zheng Wuyang, had been here quite often; they knew many people in Taiyuan Prefecture.

His biggest worry right now is that he'll be recognized by someone he knows in this state...

Upon hearing this, Xuanzang nodded slightly, but his gaze then fell upon a middle-aged man standing next to Prince Sismi of the Zhelouqi Kingdom, dressed in the traditional attire of the Harsha Dynasty.

This new chief minister of Harsha was a staunch supporter of Arjuna when he was chief minister.

Since arriving in the Tang Dynasty after passing through the plateau under their guidance, they took out the various jewelry items that had been hidden in their luggage along the way at the post station.

At this moment, it looks both vulgar and extravagant.

But he forced himself to stand tall, his eyes filled with tension and timidity as he looked around.

Xuanzang couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

To be honest, even he, a Buddhist disciple, finds it hard to stand that these worthless scoundrels are in charge of such fertile and vast land.

Rather than doing that, it would be better to turn that place directly into the land of the Tang Dynasty.

The group registered at the Southern Garrison Command of Taiyuan Prefecture, and then, led by a junior officer appointed by the Southern Garrison Command, boarded a train bound for Chang'an.

"Ahhh! It's moving! It's moving! I'm riding in the chariot of the gods, oh my god, am I going to the kingdom of the gods?"

The rumbling of the train and the scenery rushing past the window.

This caused Sismi to scream repeatedly.

The chief minister of Harsha, Bhitayapa, looked tense. He sat upright, his whole body pressed tightly against the back of the chair, and his hands, which were holding prayer beads, trembled from the force.

Xuanzang silently recited Buddhist scriptures.

Lu Wenhu, however, couldn't stand these ignorant fools.

Although it was his first time riding such a train, all his tension was replaced by the monkey-like screams and cries of the delegations from the Kingdom of Cheruk and the Kingdom of Harsha, making him feel ashamed.

"Shut the hell up! If you dare make another sound, believe me, I'll throw you all out! Huh?!"

Lu Wenhu, a man of fierce courage and crude, barbaric manner, had an immediate effect when he spoke; the carriage instantly quieted down considerably.

"Hehe, Governor Lu, there's no need to be nervous. Let alone these barbarians from beyond the borders, even we ordinary people of the Great Tang and those high-ranking officials had similar reactions when we first rode this train. We will definitely arrive in Chang'an before dusk."

The junior officer from the Southern Garrison Command of Taiyuan Prefecture spoke.

Lu Wenhu nodded slightly, and after sitting down again, he suddenly asked a question.

"We have been in charge of the Tianzhu Garrison for several years and have not returned. Today, I have a few questions for you..."

"Commander Lu, please speak freely. As long as it doesn't involve classified information, I guarantee I will tell you everything I know!"

Lu Wenhu took a deep breath.

"On the occasion of the Crown Prince's wedding, did the false king of Goguryeo, Yeon Taejo, send any congratulatory gifts? Among those sent were any members of the Five Clans and Seven Noble Families who had defected to the Tang Dynasty?"

Xuanzang slightly opened his eyes and looked at Lu Wenhu, who had an anxious expression.

I sighed in my heart.

The little flag was also stunned by Lu Wenhu's question.

He glanced hesitantly at Xuanzang beside him, and seeing the latter close his eyes again, looking like a devout Buddhist, he hesitated for a moment before speaking softly.

"Well, it seems so, but... I don't know which one it is, and the people who come here certainly wouldn't dare to openly use the old name."

"They often used their status as native Goguryeo aristocratic families as a disguise..."

......

The fifth year of the Zhenguan era, the year of Yiwei, was the first day of the tenth month, which corresponds to the year of the sheep.

Good to get married.

By imperial decree of the Zhenguan Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Crown Prince Li Chengqian was to be married.

Universal celebration, joy among all peoples...