Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 150 How do you want to die?
After both sides were satisfied, the tense and fierce atmosphere eased slightly. The Left Prince was even able to joke with the fake prince in a gentler tone.

"Everyone says Your Highness is the bravest in the army, and now that I see you, Your Highness is so handsome, you must be admired and respected by women. Not to mention, there are many beautiful women on our grasslands who are very fond of Your Highness; they are the most beautiful flowers on our grasslands. If it weren't for the great distance between us, I would have even wanted to marry my own sister to you. However, with Your Highness's character, why haven't you found a suitable partner yet?"

"...You're meddling too much."

"Hahaha... Your Highness, please don't be angry. I was just worried and confused. After all, our business needs to continue for a long time. If Your Highness's illness becomes incurable and something happens to you, who else can I cooperate with?"

This is a blatant test.

The Prince of Binyang stared at the other party expressionlessly, which made the Left Prince serious and beg for mercy repeatedly before slowly withdrawing his gaze.

He casually toyed with the white jade lion paperweight on the table, his expression surprisingly mysterious.

"Don't worry, even if I'm not feeling well, I will definitely not go before you. Besides, if I'm in a good mood, I'm willing to trade with you; if I'm in a bad mood, we can simply end things here."

"...Your Highness, that's not how it works. Aren't you afraid that our secret will be found out by others? Especially by your godfather, the current Jingtai Emperor?"

"So what if they know? Since I've done it, I'm not afraid of others finding out. As for you, if you don't have enough salt to eat, do you still have the strength to fight against the Great Jing?"

The Left Prince of the Northern Barbarians narrowed his eyes, realizing he had misspoke, but he wasn't prepared to swallow his anger. He had come here despite the danger to gain greater benefits, and this prince clearly held so many coveted resources, yet refused to give them even a fraction of them. How could the Left Prince be willing to accept this?

Recalling what he had discovered earlier, the Left Prince feigned a sigh.

"Speaking of which, the Emperor of the Great Jing Dynasty is truly pitiful. He worked so hard to ascend the throne, and now, only thirteen years later, so many people are eyeing his position. Look! Not only his adopted son, but even his own children are undermining his own empire. If this happened on our grasslands, we would be despised, let alone in the Great Jing Dynasty, a family that values ​​etiquette. Isn't Your Highness afraid of disappointing Emperor Jingtai? I've heard that your relationship isn't that of biological father and son, but rather closer than that of blood relatives?"

"You're meddling too much... You just said that too many people are eyeing that position. Why can't I? If we're talking about merit, I fought my way in and out of battle, beheading countless enemies. Back then, Emperor Jingtai's own son was still peeing and playing in the mud! Just because I'm not his biological son, am I destined to be barred from the throne? That's ridiculous. Those four princes in the capital are all good-for-nothings. Even if they were to ascend the throne, they wouldn't be able to hold onto it! They'd be better off knowing better and giving it up sooner rather than later."

The other party's words were too provocative, but unexpectedly, the Prince of Binyang didn't care at all; he even directly exposed the truth. This surprised the Left Prince.

Well, this is a little awkward. I didn't expect the Prince of Binyang to act so unpredictably. Doesn't he care about his reputation at all? Aren't the people of Dajing usually very concerned about that?
Was she deliberately testing me?

Thinking of this, the Left Prince tentatively spoke up.

"So you don't mind us cooperating with the First Prince?"

"You can cooperate with whomever you want, what does it have to do with me? I just need to ensure our relationship doesn't change. Of course, if you don't want to, you can cut ties anytime. We have no trouble selling our salt in Yancheng. This year's shipment to the frontier is already prepared, plentiful, and the frontier troops are eagerly awaiting it. Why can't we sell to whomever we want?" These northern barbarians are just not smart enough. Yancheng is the only place in the world that produces the most salt, and the best quality. They hold the lifeline of that region in their hands, yet they dare to bark their teeth at me—they're really asking for trouble. At worst, we can just part ways; after all, he's not the real King of Binyang.

Of course, he would only think these things in his heart and wouldn't say them aloud, after all, his master still held his life in his hands. It was just that these northern barbarians were too audacious, and they had to be suppressed to prevent them from mistakenly thinking that they could climb over his head.

Sure enough, when the Prince of Binyang took a hard line, the Prince of Zuo on the other side naturally backed down.

"I was just saying that. Why is Your Highness angry? You know I'm a rough and uncouth man, and I don't understand the etiquette of your Great Jing. Please forgive me this time, Your Highness."

As they exchanged words, Jiu Que gave Senior Cui a look. Good heavens, they'd already uncovered the other side's scheme. If they could seize this opportunity to capture both groups, wouldn't that provide ready-made evidence? The only question was whether Senior Cui could handle so many people inside. He could definitely defeat them, but the problem was to avoid making too much noise, lest the guards outside discover them.

If two of the people inside are clever enough to spread the news, it will be difficult to handle once the other side is prepared.

The moment Cui Zhufeng met Jiu Que's gaze, she knew her time to make her move. To be honest, she felt a little embarrassed; compared to these roundabout power struggles, she preferred to take direct action. And every time, she would receive an admiring look from Jiu Que, which was quite nice to her.

Nodding, Cui Zhufeng landed lightly. Although this Northern Barbarian Left Prince was powerful enough on the battlefield, he was still far inferior to a martial arts master like Cui Zhufeng. First of all, there was no comparison in terms of experience. Moreover, Cui Zhufeng only needed to take down a few people, not fight in the midst of thousands of troops, which was a piece of cake for her.

"All right."

As soon as those words were spoken, Jiu Que opened his eyes and saw the two groups of people below who had been discussing things frozen in place, unable to move.

Ah, senior is indeed mighty! Is this the legendary acupressure technique?

Jiu Que wanted to observe more closely, but after looking at his height from the ground, he shamelessly stretched out his hands towards Cui Zhufeng.

"Senior~"

A hint of a smile flashed in Cui Zhufeng's eyes. He spun around, wrapped his arms around Jiu Que's waist, and gently placed her on the ground. This was a completely different attitude from how he had treated his enemies with the swiftness of autumn leaves.

After stretching his body, which was stiff and sore from being in one position for too long, Jiu Que smiled and looked at the person who was unable to move, with only uncontrollable fear showing in his eyes.

"Greetings! Unfortunately, I am the imperial envoy sent by His Majesty. So, how would you like to die?"

(End of this chapter)