Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

With the struggle for the throne in the Liao Dynasty now settled, once the Liao Dynasty sends troops, the Liaodong Army will surely return to provide reinforcements.

Therefore, King Li Yan of Qin currently only has two paths—

We should either take the initiative to attack before the Liaodong army has withdrawn.

Alternatively, they could wait until the enemy leaves and then be trapped in Zhenyuan City.

This should have been a happy occasion for everyone, but Bayan Mengke was furious.

"Mr. Sali!"

After the meeting ended, General Buhe quietly caught up with Sa Li, his face beaming with smiles.

"Is there something you need, General Buhe?" Sa Li asked in a calm tone, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

Of the four generals under Bayan Mengke, Buhe was the most straightforward and easy-going.

Furthermore, he was already familiar with Sa Li, which is why he dared to come and ask questions at this moment.

"Mr. Sal, you are the general's most trusted confidant, and you understand his thoughts best."

Buhe took a few steps closer and whispered, "Could you tell me why the general hates the Imperial Advisor so much?"

Sa Li squinted and countered Bu He's question: "If there were someone who, in just a few years, gained His Majesty's favor, wielded immense power, controlled the secret guards, aided the army in defeating enemies, and oversaw all officials, General Bu He, if you were in that position, wouldn't you be wary? Wouldn't you resentful?"

Buhe scratched his head and said frankly, "Mr. Sali, I, Buhe, am a rough man and do not understand the intricacies of court officials, but I know exactly what kind of person General Bayan is."

"He is by no means a narrow-minded person!"

"The Imperial Advisor's secret guards played a significant role in capturing Shuo and Feng prefectures. There must be some hidden story behind this. Could it be...?"

He glanced around warily, and seeing that no one was around, he mustered his courage and continued, "Are the rumors circulating in the palace true?"

Sa Li paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked, "Oh? What rumor?"

Buhe leaned closer again, his eyes gleaming with gossip.

"It is rumored that the National Preceptor had close ties with eminent monks of the Tianshan Esoteric School and had even practiced the Tantric Joyful Meditation."

"His Majesty visits Xuanji Palace to see her every two weeks, could it be that he's going there to...?"

Sa Li raised an eyebrow slightly but remained silent.

Seeing this, Buhe's lips curled up slightly, and he spoke even more enthusiastically.

"The Imperial Preceptor lives a secluded life, and very few people have ever seen her true face. However, it is said that she is as beautiful as a celestial being, and even a celestial being like my Northern Barbarian Princess cannot compare to her."

He paused, then suddenly gave a lewd smile: "General Boyan must have called her a 'witch' because he saw His Majesty bewitched by her and deeply immersed in her charms..."

"General Buhe!"

Sa Li suddenly shouted, interrupting him, his expression becoming increasingly serious.

"Can you really take rumors seriously?"

"It's fine for you and me to talk about this privately within the army, but if this gets back to the general, he will surely punish you severely!"

"Slanderous and insulting words against the emperor must never be uttered again!"

"You must keep your mouth shut in front of outsiders, otherwise, if someone reports you, you'll lose your official position!"

When Buhe saw that Sa Li was truly angry, he realized that the rumors must be false.

It seems there's more to the story than meets the eye in Boyan Mengke's opposition to the Grand Preceptor.

He quickly admitted his mistake, saying, "Mr. Sa Li is right. I misspoke, I misspoke!"

Afterwards, Sa Li repeatedly instructed him to be careful with his words and actions in the future before turning and leaving.

However, Sa Li refused to reveal the reason, which only made Bu He more curious.

He muttered to himself: Could it be that the Imperial Preceptor is truly a spirit in disguise, and not an ordinary person?

……

Daqian, Zhenyuan City, Xingdian Palace.

As the celebration banquet drew to a close, Raymond Lam couldn't hold on any longer, so he used the excuse of "going to the restroom" to go to the garden to get some fresh air and sober up.

As the saying goes, "People fear becoming famous, just as pigs fear growing fat."

After killing Cheng Ye and receiving the reward, he became the focus of the banquet.

People kept coming to toast him, almost making him vomit.

"well……"

Lin Feng rubbed his forehead, enduring the headache, and sighed softly.

Suddenly, a voice came from the side: "Lord Lin, you slew an enemy general today and stole the limelight. Why are you sighing and complaining here all by yourself?"

Lin Feng turned his head and saw that Prince Jin, Li Zhen, was holding an exquisite wine pot and had been standing there at some point.

"Your Highness?"

Lin Feng quickly stood up and bowed, "What brings you here?"

Li Zhen smiled, his tone slightly teasing: "The main characters of today's victory celebration have all run away, so naturally I had to come and see for myself."

As he spoke, he handed the wine pot and a wine cup to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng gave a wry smile and quickly declined, "Your Highness, I really can't drink anymore. If I drink any more, I'm afraid I won't be able to get up until the sun is high in the sky tomorrow."

"Who said this contains alcohol?"

Li Zhen smiled gently and said, "I know you're feeling unwell from drinking too much, so I specially had a hangover soup prepared and put it in this wine pot."

Lin Feng was taken aback upon hearing this, and quickly accepted the wine pot and cups, bowing and thanking them, "Your Highness has gone to the trouble of bringing me this hangover soup; I am truly humbled!"

"It's just the two of us in private, no need for formalities."

Li Zhen patted him on the shoulder, gesturing for him to sit down.

After drinking a cup of warm hangover soup, Lin Feng's churning stomach immediately felt much better.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and the weariness in his eyes dissipated somewhat.

"Since I accompanied my elder brother, the Emperor, on his northward campaign, I have witnessed far too many worrying sights along the way."

Li Zhen suddenly spoke, his tone becoming serious.

"Bandits roamed freely, harming the people. Many post stations along the way were abandoned, and the postmen had long since disappeared without a trace."

"With constant warfare and people displaced, it truly pains me!"

Although Lin Feng had drunk quite a bit, his mind was unusually clear.

Why did the Prince of Jin suddenly say these things to him? Was he perhaps trying to complain?

Unable to fathom the other's thoughts, he could only bow and flatter, "Your Highness Prince Jin has the people at heart and a compassionate heart; I deeply admire you!"

"A heart of compassion?"

Li Zhen smiled, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice: "The one with the truly compassionate heart is my fourth brother. He's probably already in the city distributing porridge to the people. Compared to him, don't I seem too cold-blooded?"

Raymond Lam was speechless for a moment; he couldn't very well just say "yes," could he?

After a moment of silence, he cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness Prince Zhou's act of distributing porridge to help the people is a small act of kindness, while Your Highness Prince Qin and Your Highness are working hard for the war, resisting the invasion of the Northern Barbarians and protecting the territory of the Great Qian Dynasty. This is a matter of national righteousness, and the two cannot be compared."

Li Zhen's eyes lit up slightly, clearly very satisfied with the answer.

"I am very pleased that Lord Lin thinks this way."

"Everyone in the capital says my fourth brother is a good man, always ready to help those in distress, but little do they know, how could I not also wish to help those in distress?"

"Simply giving out porridge and silver is ultimately just a small favor."

"If we want the people to truly live a stable and prosperous life, we must do great things!"

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "What does Your Highness mean by 'important matter'?"

Li Zhen suddenly stood up, raised his hand and pointed north, exuding boundless pride.

"I wish to emulate Emperor Chengzu and personally lead an army into the northern deserts, letting the northern barbarians taste the might of my Great Qian!"

"Passive defense is not a long-term solution. Only by taking the initiative and inflicting heavy losses on the northern barbarians can the Great Qian Dynasty truly usher in peace!"

"If I could achieve such a feat, even if I were to be shattered to pieces, I would have no regrets!"

To emulate the Yongle Emperor?

Lin Feng was startled.

This Prince Jin has such lofty ambitions that he actually wants to emulate Emperor Chengzu of the Great Qian Dynasty and directly attack the heartland of the northern barbarians.

After a pause, perhaps a little embarrassed, Li Zhen immediately smiled and explained, "Today, witnessing Lord Lin's slaying of the enemy general, I was deeply moved and couldn't help but express my ambitions. I hope Lord Lin will not spread this, lest others laugh at me for being unrealistic."

Lin Feng quickly cupped his hands and smiled, "Your Highness is too kind! I sincerely admire your lofty ambitions and broad-mindedness in advocating for a proactive attack to subdue the Northern Barbarians."

"As the saying goes, 'attack is the best defense.' The reason why the Great Qian Dynasty has lost the two prefectures of Shuo and Feng in recent years is precisely because its military preparedness has been neglected and it has not thought of attacking for a long time."

"Well said!"

Li Zhen grabbed Lin Feng's hand, unable to hide her regret at not having met him sooner.

"What Lord Lin says is exactly what I have been thinking!"

"We are true friends, let's raise a big toast!"

Next, Li Zhen and Lin Feng had a heart-to-heart talk, and Li Zhen shared his ideals and aspirations in detail.

Lin Feng knew that Li Zhen was trying to curry favor with him, and even had the intention of winning him over.

However, the other party did not directly recruit him, but instead addressed him as a friend and interacted with him frankly.

The two hit it off immediately during their first in-depth conversation.

Lin Feng's fondness for this Prince Jin also steadily increased.

He was not as irritable and domineering as the King of Qin.

It was not as benevolent as King Zhou, which was somewhat weak.

This will surely be an extraordinary prince.

Lin Feng silently gave Li Zhen this evaluation in his heart.