Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 149 Even in death, there is no peace.
"We're all born of mothers and raised by parents, yet the women of your Great Jing are so much more delicate than those of ours. Is it because they were born in this wealthy land that the women here are naturally better than those of ours? Or perhaps the prince took pity on the scarcity of women in our land and specially sent us the freshest and best women from this country."

"...Speak normally."

The way he spoke was so greasy and disgusting. And the way he talked about those women didn't seem like people at all, but rather like pastries that could be manipulated at will.

The 'King of Binyang' was extremely annoyed by the other party's tone. His displeasure was naturally evident, as the northern barbarian offered a hypocritical apology.

"I'm truly sorry, Your Highness, but I'm just a crude and uncouth person. However, is Your Highness really willing to provide us with more women of higher quality?"

"I didn't say it was all women. What kind of goods do you not want from us—tea, silk, ironware? You don't have to limit yourself to women. Is the famous Prince Zuo some kind of lecherous man who would be obsessed with women?"

If that's really the case, then the other party doesn't need to talk to him anymore. 'The Prince of Binyang despises such people from the bottom of his heart.'

The other party quickly shook his head; a little verbal advantage was nothing compared to the real benefits of money. If he really angered the other party, who knew if he would still sell those things to him? Although this Left Prince had always suspected that the Prince of Binyang was out of his mind, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to calmly trade with them after fighting to the death.

Although this was his first time setting foot on the territory of the Great Jing Dynasty, he had witnessed the heroic figure of the Prince of Binyang on the battlefield. Was the prince really this thin? Of course, he had also heard that the prince had suffered a serious illness in recent years and was in poor health. Being thin seemed reasonable. But something just seemed strange to him. Could it be that illness truly changes a person completely? The man before him looked like an ordinary man, lacking any of the domineering aura of someone who had swept across the battlefield. Perhaps this peaceful life truly erodes a person's spirit and will?

His eyes flickered, and the man spoke with a smile.

"Your Highness, perhaps you no longer recognize me, but I still cannot forget your heroic figure on the battlefield ten years ago. Back then, you single-handedly defeated fifty of our brave knights. Who on our grasslands doesn't know that long spear stained with too much blood? Over the years, I've always had a regret in my heart. Now that I've met Your Highness, perhaps that regret can be fulfilled."

He paused deliberately at this point, and sure enough, he saw the man sitting calmly on the high platform across from him frown. The northern barbarian grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"I would like to challenge Your Highness to a battle!"

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

Even the tribesmen behind the northern barbarian man glanced at him in surprise, clearly indicating that the suggestion was entirely impromptu and had not been discussed beforehand. However, the northern barbarians were always warlike, and upon hearing the suggestion, the northern barbarians, who were already unhappy about having to hide their identities, immediately became excited.

One of them even waved his arm forcefully.

"Good! The battle between the Left Prince and the Prince of Binyang is sure to be spectacular! So, Your Highness, are you willing to fight the most valiant Left Prince of our clan?"

"Come fight! Come fight!" The jeers of the northern barbarians were undeniably irritating. The 'Prince of Binyang' glanced at them with some impatience. Even Jiu Que could see his resistance. Indeed, this fake prince was likely unskilled in martial arts, while the 'Prince of Binyang' was renowned throughout the entire Great Jing Dynasty. So, the northern barbarians cooperating with the fake prince didn't know he was an imposter?
Her gaze involuntarily fell upon the unconscious Prince Binyang. Even though she hadn't been in this era for long, she had learned from Bai Yichun how valiant this Prince Binyang had been in the past. It could be said that he and Ying Chongming were the brightest twin stars on the battlefield. Naturally, such a person harbored deep hatred for the Northern Barbarians. However, she never expected that after so many years of twists and turns, he would be forced to cooperate with the Northern Barbarians, sending his country's resources and innocent women to the remote and desolate Northern Gate.

Even though he was unable to struggle to wake up from his coma, the real King of Binyang couldn't help but frown. He tried to struggle out of that dark hell, but the omnipresent toxins inside his body bound him tightly, making it impossible for him to break free.

He could only listen to the most despised Northern Barbarians spouting nonsense on the land of Dajing, and he was powerless to do anything about it. Such suffering was unbearable for ordinary people, and this King of Binyang had endured it for three whole years.

Jiu Que was too young and had not experienced that turbulent era, so she did not fully understand the inner pain of the Prince of Binyang, but she could still sense it from his subtle expressions of suffering. Because of this, she felt even greater disgust and hatred for this fake prince and those who colluded behind the scenes.

At this point, the Prince of Binyang indeed refused the other party.

"I have been ill for a long time, my body is heavy, and my martial arts have been neglected for many years. I am no longer what I used to be. Prince Zuo is in his prime, and indeed he cannot compare to me. However, Prince Zuo did not travel all the way to Yancheng just to fight me, did he?"

"..."

The Left Prince stared at the Prince of Binyang for a long time, so long that his clansmen behind him thought he was about to take action. But he just smiled slightly and let the matter go.

“It was my insistence. That’s right, we came here with a peaceful mindset. Let’s continue the transaction as Your Highness has suggested.”

The two then argued back and forth over their transactions, and it took a long time before they finally managed to coexist in a strained manner amidst their heated debate.

During this process, the anger in Jiu Que's eyes grew stronger and stronger. In order to avoid being discovered by others, she had no choice but to shift her gaze and stare at the wooden roof above her head.

Good, good indeed! What a fine prince of their Great Jing Dynasty! For his own selfish desires, he actually handed over the resources of his own land, just to compete for a little bit of support from a foreign tribe. Jiu Que wanted to crack open his head to see if it was filled with nothing but tofu dregs.

What does the change of throne in the Great Jing Dynasty have to do with the Northern Barbarians? How could they possibly be genuinely helping you? They'll only take advantage of the change of throne to send troops to invade the border! They're enemies! Is such a simple word of support really worth making you pay such a high price?

This isn't just a matter of being mentally unstable; this is a complete lack of self-respect. As a native of the Great Jing, you're completely loyal to the Northern Barbarians. If you trust them so much, why don't you become a prince of the Northern Barbarians?!

Fools! Utterly foolish! No wonder the old emperor aged prematurely. If she were him, with sons like that, she'd die in turmoil!

(End of this chapter)