My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 264 "Welcome His Royal Highness the Southern King!!"

He was silently calculating in his mind.

The Empress definitely wants the Prince of the South to die.

There is no doubt about this.

But whether it is the empress or Emperor Jianhong.

No one wanted the King of the South to die in the diplomatic mission.

The Empress hoped that the Prince of the South would "commit suicide" after returning to the capital.

Emperor Jianhong hoped that the Prince of the South would compete with the Empress after returning to Beijing.

If the King of the South died on the way, I am afraid that Bai Ziqing, the leader of the delegation, would be punished by Emperor Jianhong when he returned.

So he disguised himself as the King of the South.

"But what benefits can the identity of the Southern King bring to Jiang Country?"

Zeng Anmin's brows furrowed slightly.

His disguise as the King of the South was just a temporary measure.

Originally, he was thinking that after getting away with it, he would just disappear.

Anyway, the Southern King "disappeared" after my Great Saint Dynasty's envoys gave it to you.

Bai Ziqing will not be implicated in this matter.

But now, after thinking carefully while sitting in the carriage, he felt that it would be a waste if he just used the identity of King Nan in this way.

If only I could do something...to help him improve his cultivation.

Cultivation...

Zeng Anmin's eyes lit up slightly when he thought of this.

"Although the Southern King is a prisoner."

"But he was imprisoned because he was defending Nanjiang City."

"And his bloodline is also the purest bloodline of the Jiang Kingdom's royal family."

"When I return to the capital this time, there will definitely be many supporters who will contact me secretly."

When Zeng Anmin thought of this, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"After all, the empress has only been on the throne for a short time, and her position is not yet stable. Many people do not want her to sit comfortably."

"Someone will definitely contact me secretly and support me..."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath and said, "Can I use my status as the Southern King to get some benefits?"

After he thought carefully for a while, his brows frowned again.

"No, the Empress will definitely take all kinds of precautions."

"Entering the capital, to put it bluntly, means entering the direct control of the empress."

"It's not that I can't do things as the King of the South."

"It takes time. If you want to build momentum, you need to accumulate it little by little."

"But what I lack most now is time. I am destined not to stay in Jiang Country for too long."

When Zeng Anmin thought of this, his brows furrowed deeper.

His eyes narrowed.

There was a crazy storm surging in my mind.

"How can we get the benefits?"

"You definitely can't just disappear that easily."

"..."

"Let's go! Back to Beijing!"

Just as he was thinking about it.

A voice sounded.

Zeng Anmin subconsciously pulled open the curtain of the carriage and looked outside.

Then he saw Duke Cao, who had just finished chatting with Bai Ziqing, riding forward on horseback.

He waved his hand.

The Jiang Kingdom's team and the Great Saint Dynasty's delegation both moved slowly forward.

Behind this team.

Flames shot into the sky.

The bodies of the imperial city's Si Tizi and the bodies of the men in black who attacked at night were being burned by the flames.

No time to mourn.

The road ahead has been accelerated.

……

The journey was unusually quiet with the presence of the third-rank military man, Duke Cao.

There was no confusion at all.

The delegation entered the Jiang Kingdom's Tokyo City at an extremely fast speed.

……

Jiang State is geographically located in the south of the mainland.

The climate is mainly rainy.

The Great Holy Dynasty was in winter at this time.

But the city of Tokyo in Jiang State is not cold at all.

On the contrary, the climate is excellent, just like spring and autumn.

The two teams stopped in front of a majestic high city.

This high city is in no way inferior to the capital of the Great Saint Dynasty.

Zeng Anmin lifted the curtain.

His eyes were fixed indifferently on the huge city in front of him.

The towering city walls, winding like a giant dragon, surround this ancient city.

Its solid brick and stone structure has withstood the erosion of wind and rain, but it still stands firm.

Above the city gate, there are numerous pavilions with carved beams and painted buildings, showing the former glory and majesty. On the city wall, there are dense arrow towers, like vigilant sentinels, always ready to resist the invading enemy.

Duke Cao sat on his horse, looking calmly at the majestic city before him, and waved his hand gently:
"Enter the city!!"

The people on the street also looked at the team with curiosity.

There was no expression of any kind on Bai Ziqing's face. He nodded expressionlessly and then waved.

The delegation followed him and headed towards the city.

Inside the city, the streets are crisscrossed and the markets are crowded with merchants.

The stalls were filled with a wide variety of goods, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining could be heard one after another, making the scene very lively.

Palaces and temples, magnificent and golden, are symbols of power and expressions of faith.

"Huitong Hall"

The word "Huitong" in its name means the gathering and exchange of people from all parties, reflecting the importance attached to diplomatic etiquette.

It was also the place where Jiang State received diplomatic envoys.

However, the envoys from the Great Holy Dynasty this time are different from those from some barbarian lands.

And the significance of this mission is also different.

So, except for the Empress.

All officials of some status in Jiang State came.

Zeng Anmin saw through the curtain of the carriage a large group of people in official uniforms standing in the square in front.

In addition to these officials, there were a few people in blue uniforms standing quietly in front of the delegation.

"Minister of Rites Zhou Dun respectfully welcomes His Royal Highness the Southern Prince back to the capital."

An old voice sounded.

When Zeng Anmin heard the voice, he coughed lightly.

Then he stood up, lifted the door curtain and looked outside.

As soon as he appeared, countless pairs of eyes looked at him.

After seeing his appearance.

Behind the Minister of Rites Zhou Dun, a large number of officials saluted him.

"Greetings, His Royal Highness the Southern King!"

Seeing this, Zeng Anmin slowly got off the carriage and came in front of Zhou Dun.

Zhou Dun in front of him had an old face, but his eyes were sparkling.

He stared straight at Zeng Anmin.

"No need to be so polite. This is not the way to behave when you are in prison."

Zeng Anmin imitated the appearance of King Nan perfectly.

He stepped forward and helped Zhou Dunxu up, with a guilty look on his face:
"The battle in Guangnan County was caused by my negligence. I am guilty of this and have made a mistake that will be remembered for eternity."

"Please ask Minister Zhou to take me to see His Majesty. I want to personally apologize to His Majesty."

hypocritical.

Power.

They were skillfully integrated together by Zeng Anmin.

In fact, after saying these words, Zeng Anmin himself felt that he was really a qualified politician.

"Don't worry, Your Highness."

Zhou Dun looked calm. He looked at Zeng Anmin and said:

"My abilities are limited, so I'd better ask the experts of the Eastern Sect to welcome your Highness first."

As soon as the voice fell.

In front, Bai Ziqing clenched his fist subconsciously.

He raised his head and looked over here.

It turns out that we can't take chances.

The people of Jiang State are not fools. They must first confirm the authenticity of the "King of the South"...

"Your Highness, please!"

Zeng Anmin was not given a chance to speak.

Three men in green walked out from the darkness.

One person is in front, holding a precious pearl.

Two people were behind, holding up a huge bronze mirror.

"Your Highness, the Southern King, please look into the mirror."

The man in front looked at Zeng Anmin indifferently, bowed perfunctorily to him, and then stepped aside.

The two Eastern Religionists behind him placed the huge bronze mirrors in their hands on the ground.

"rise!"

The man raised the orb in his hand, and a ray of light suddenly flashed from the orb.

Then the bronze mirror suddenly floated up and shone directly at Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin looked at the huge mirror blankly.

In the mirror, his figure was extremely real.

The Southern King's appearance had not changed at all.

This is... a magic mirror? ?
Zeng Anmin felt too exhausted to complain.

A voice sounded faintly: "Your Highness the Southern King."

The person who spoke was the Eastern Sect disciple holding the precious pearl.

He looked at Zeng Anmin calmly and asked:
"Your Highness, Prince Nan, have you ever been humiliated along the way?"

As he spoke, the bright orb in his hand shone brighter and brighter.

Zeng Anmin was about to shake his head.

But it suddenly stopped!!

(End of this chapter)