The emperor is biased and wants to kill me, but you chickened out when the army is at the city gates

Outside the palace gates, the 100,000 Shence Army soldiers stood as silent as pines, the vast formation utterly devoid of any noise.

Their faces were etched with determination, and their eyes were filled with intense fighting spirit.

Even from more than ten meters away, it still gives people a terrifying sense of oppression.

"Qin Xuan, after this parting, it's likely that we, uncle and nephew, will never see each other again."

Prince Qin Yu of Huai, dressed in magnificent robes, sighed with deep emotion.

He turned to look at the Shence Army not far away, his eyes filled with fervor and anticipation: "I never imagined that the boy who almost starved to death in the palace back then would now have such an invincible army."

"Uncle, I..."

Qin Xuan wanted to speak, but Qin Yu waved his hand and laughed, "I know you want me to go to the Northern Border with you, afraid that His Majesty will settle scores later, but I'm getting old and don't want to move."

"Besides, with your royal grandfather around, even if Qin Tian had the will, he wouldn't have the guts."

As the Prince of Huai, his willingness to stand up for Qin Xuan when Qin Xuan forced him to abdicate demonstrates the trust and importance this royal uncle placed in Qin Xuan.

But at the same time, the Prince of Huai saw more clearly than anyone else that the already corrupt and decadent Great Qi Empire desperately needed someone like Qin Xuan to save it.

"Xuan'er thanks Your Majesty for your kindness."

Qin Xuan had no way to repay Qin Yu's kindness.

Qin Yu smiled and nodded: "Go say goodbye to the others. Your 100,000 Divine Strategy Army is eyeing us covetously. I'm afraid the one inside won't be able to sit still."

The uncle and nephew exchanged a knowing smile, and Qin Xuan then approached the students of the Imperial Academy.

"Chancellor Qiu, I'm sorry to have implicated you this time."

Qin Xuan clasped his hands in thanks, but Qiu Xingzhi remained calm and composed: "What's the use of studying if we scholars can't uphold justice?"

"I only hope that when you go to the North, you will not forget your original intention. The Great Qi needs people like you to bring happiness to the people of the world."

"I will."

Qin Xuan nodded emphatically, then ordered someone to bring a jar of strong liquor, opened it on the spot, and took a big gulp: "I hope we can meet again in the Northern Border after we part today."

"Alright, I'll have a drink with you today."

Qiu Xingzhi, full of high spirits, took the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.

Looking at this frail yet ambitious scholar, Qin Xuan couldn't help but think of a poem from his past life:

"The flames of war illuminate the capital, and my heart is filled with indignation."

"Ya Zhang bids farewell to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circles Longcheng."

"The snow is dark and the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is heavy and makes the sound of drums."

"Though he is a centurion, he is no match for a scholar."

This is a poem that Qin Xuan specially adapted from "Song of Military Service" and sent to Qiu Xingzhi.

The last line of the original poem is actually "Better to be a centurion than a scholar," which originally meant to express the sentiment of a scholar who would abandon his pen for the sword.

But in Qin Xuan's eyes, Qiu Xingzhi might not need to abandon his pen for the sword, because when he led a large number of students from the Imperial Academy into the Hall of Supreme Harmony, he was far more courageous than a centurion.

"Good, good, good!" Qiu Xingzhi was filled with passion, his eyes welling up with tears.

Who says scholars are useless?

Today, the King of Chu of the Great Qi Empire uttered the words, "Though I am a centurion, I cannot defeat a scholar," which perfectly captures the arrogance of scholars.

At the same time, inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the Imperial Palace, Emperor Qin Tian also received a message from his spies.

But after hearing Qin Xuan's poem, he immediately flew into a rage and smashed the inkstone in front of him.

"The flames of war illuminate the capital, and my heart is filled with indignation. This beast is clearly telling me that he is resentful! This is utterly outrageous!"

"Your Majesty, calm down."

All the civil and military officials in the hall had to kneel down immediately, not daring to raise their heads.

Qin Tian stared coldly at the civil and military officials scattered on the ground, and couldn't help but laugh strangely: "Calm down? You're probably laughing at me in your hearts, aren't you?"

"We dare not! We are guilty!"

The civil and military officials shouted in unison, which only enraged Qin Tian even more.

"Send men to keep a close watch on the Shence Army. I need to know their every move." Qin Tian's eyes were sinister as he vowed in his heart, "Qin Xuan, I will make sure you suffer a terrible death."

On the other side, Qin Xuan had already bid farewell to Qiu Xingzhi and a group of students from the Imperial Academy.

These students will undoubtedly become pillars of the Great Qi Empire in the future, but for now they will likely have to endure some hardship.

After all, no emperor could possibly let a coup go unpunished.

"Your Highness, shall we say goodbye to the people from the four major merchant guilds and the eight major escort agencies?"

Zhao Luoying, dressed in military uniform, looked more dashing than in red, like a rose in the army.

Qin Xuan shook his head: "In the end, they are just commoners. Even if they have some power, they are not as easy for the emperor to target as the Imperial Uncle and Qiu Xingzhi."

"But it's you who has suffered the most along the way."

Qin Xuan looked at her with heartache and squeezed her hand.

No matter how strong Zhao Luoying is, she is still just a woman. Qin Xuan naturally doesn't want her to follow him on his campaigns and risk her life repeatedly.

But that's just how fate is. Zhao Luoying played an indispensable role in Qin Xuan's current strength.

"As long as I can be with the prince, Luo Ying fears nothing, including life and death."

Zhao Luoying smiled slightly, like a night-blooming cereus in full bloom.

Qin Xuan nodded: "Then let's set off, so that the person inside won't be worried."

Zhao Luoying smiled lightly, thinking that only her own man would dare to speak of a king as such a lowly creature.

But just then, a rapid and dense sound of horses' hooves came from inside the city.

Then Qin Xuan saw that the four major chambers of commerce, the eight major escort agencies, and some people from the martial arts alliance had all arrived.

Behind these people were rows of four-wheeled carriages, piled high with grain.

At this moment, Qin Xuan was deeply moved.

"Your Highness, we know that you went to the Northern Border to fight the Jurchens, so we urgently gathered some food and supplies after we returned. We hope you won't find them too much."

The leader was the president of the World Chamber of Commerce, one of the four major chambers of commerce. He was not exactly handsome, but he had contributed the most effort and money to the annual disaster relief efforts.

Why are you doing this to yourselves?

Qin Xuan took a deep breath, feeling as if a fire was burning inside his chest.

In this corrupt and decadent Qi Dynasty, only a group of people like this could make him feel that fighting on the battlefield was worthwhile.

Did they not know that by coming out to see him off, they would be suppressed by the emperor?

They know!

But they were fearless!

This is the will of the people!

Qin Xuan holds the hearts of the people in his hands!

"I, Qin Xuan, swear before you all today that if I do not wipe out the Jurchens in this lifetime, I will not be a human being!"

"Sweep away the Jurchens!"

"Sweep away the Jurchens!"

"Sweep away the Jurchens!"

"..."

Suddenly, the 100,000 Shence Army soldiers shouted in unison, their battle cries shaking the heavens, like a roaring dragon, determined to spread their determination to kill the enemy throughout the entire Great Qi Empire.