Having many children brings many blessings; the struggle for power begins with marriage.

Upon hearing Ye Xingteng's words, Ji Maoxun said, "President Ye is too modest. Everyone knows that President Ye's Changhong Chamber of Commerce has accumulated a great deal of wealth for the Ye family and is the most valued candidate for the head of the family."

Ye Xingteng simply smiled and didn't continue the topic. Instead, he said, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Since such a big change has happened in the Crimson Moon Dynasty, I should hurry back to the Ye family."

Ji Maoxun then asked, "By the way, President Ye, where did you get those immortal ships that don't require spiritual power to operate?"

He had asked this question before, but Ye Xingteng did not answer. He was still very curious about the origin of these strange immortal ships.

Ye Xingteng replied, "It was purchased from another dynasty."

Ye Xingteng's answer was vague. Seeing that Ye Xingteng did not tell him directly which dynasty he bought it from, Ji Maoxun immediately understood that Ye Xingteng did not want people to discover the source of Changhong Merchant Caravan's wealth, so he wisely did not continue to ask.

After exchanging a few more polite words, Ye Xingteng returned to the caravan. However, he still allowed the Changhong Caravan to stay in the Fenghai World for a few days to replenish its supplies.

After resting for a while, the Changhong caravan once again embarked on its journey to the capital.

Crimson Moon Dynasty.

Crimson Moon World, Imperial Palace.

Inside the imperial study, Pei Wenfu looked at the memorials on the table, his anger palpable.

He suddenly stood up and overturned the desk, scattering the official documents all over the floor.

"Rebellion! Rebellion!!!"

"They've all rebelled!!!"

"Do they really think I wouldn't dare kill them?!"

Previously, officials of Pei Shuhua's faction only engaged in some underhanded activities, at least outwardly they still respected him as the emperor.

However, ever since the news of the royal patriarch's impending death spread, the officials of Pei Shuhua's faction have become extremely fanatical. They not only dare to express their thoughts on deposing the emperor in public, but they have even written memorials to him, implying that he should give the throne to someone more capable and not harm the Crimson Moon Dynasty.

As an emperor, who could tolerate having his ministers write memorials urging him to abdicate?

The key point is that it wasn't just one person writing the memorial, but a group of people. Now, almost half of the ministers in the court have sided with Pei Shuhua.

Not only the ministers, but also the vassal kings of the Crimson Moon Dynasty and members of the royal family had the idea of ​​deposing the emperor.

At this moment, Pei Wenfu only wanted to kill Pei Shuhua, but unfortunately, he did not have the ability to do so, nor could he find anyone who could kill Pei Shuhua.

Just then, a soft, feminine voice rang out in the imperial study, "Oh dear, who has offended the Moon Emperor and made him so angry?"

The voice was clearly a man's, but it sounded as soft and feminine as a woman's, and even a little effeminate.

As soon as he finished speaking, a man dressed in a long purple robe and holding a folding fan appeared in the imperial study. The man exuded a strong aura of yin and looked extremely sinister.

Upon seeing the man's arrival, Pei Wenfu didn't seem particularly surprised; his anger had subsided considerably. He then coldly asked the man in purple, "What are you doing here?"

Feng Tengfei covered half of his face with a folding fan and said in a sissy tone, "Of course, I'm here to help the Moon Emperor make up his mind."

"If the Moon Emperor continues to waste time, it won't be long before the Crimson Moon Dynasty has another empress."

Upon hearing Feng Tengfei's words, Pei Wenfu fell silent.

At this moment, Feng Tengfei put away his folding fan, slowly walked to Pei Wenfu's side, and said in Pei Wenfu's ear: "Your ancestor is nearing the end of his life. The only way to possibly save the Crimson Moon Dynasty is to surrender to us. Even if your Crimson Moon Dynasty really gets a new empress, it still won't last long."

"Moreover, as long as you agree to our demands, you will not only be able to preserve the Crimson Moon Dynasty, but also eliminate Pei Shuhua, your biggest threat. It's killing two birds with one stone, so why not?"

Hearing Feng Tengfei's enticement, Pei Wenfu clenched his fists. He knew, of course, that there might be a trap involved. After all, the current Crimson Moon Dynasty was like a fish on a chopping board to the other dynasties, and everyone wanted a piece of it.

But he had no choice. It seemed that the only way for him to preserve his throne was to cooperate with other dynasties.

After much deliberation, Pei Wenfu finally made his choice: "Very well, as long as you are willing to preserve my throne, I am willing to submit to the Qingyun Dynasty."

Seeing that Pei Wenfu had finally agreed, Feng Tengfei chuckled and said, "The Moon Emperor has finally made the right choice."

Pei Wenfu continued, "However, Pei Shuhua is now at the level of a quasi-emperor. With my current abilities, I'm afraid I won't be able to send her to the Qingyun Dynasty."

The Qingyun Dynasty put forward two conditions: one was that the Chiyue Dynasty would submit to the Qingyun Dynasty, and the other was that Princess Pei Shuhua would marry the current ruler of the Qingyun Dynasty.

Neither of these two conditions can be separated from Pei Shuhua. As long as Pei Shuhua is still in the Crimson Moon Dynasty, it is impossible for the Crimson Moon Dynasty to submit to the Azure Cloud Dynasty.

Moreover, Pei Shuhua is no longer capable of obeying the emperor's orders to marry the ruler of the Qingyun Dynasty. He would probably be deposed as soon as the imperial decree is issued.

To achieve these two conditions, the key is how to send Pei Shuhua to the Qingyun Dynasty.

Upon hearing Pei Wenfu's words, Feng Tengfei said calmly, "Moon Emperor, don't worry. Once that person is dead, you can issue an imperial edict. At that time, our Qingyun Dynasty will send an emperor to put pressure on the Chiyue Dynasty."

Pei Wenfu frowned and said, "I'm afraid it still won't work."

Feng Tengfei asked, "Why is that? Does the Moon Emperor believe that Pei Shuhua, a quasi-emperor, can withstand the pressure from the three Great Emperors of our Qingyun Dynasty?"

In Feng Tengfei's view, once the royal ancestor of the Crimson Moon Dynasty died, the Crimson Moon Dynasty would be without a Great Emperor. At that time, facing the pressure from the three Great Emperors, the Crimson Moon Dynasty would have neither the courage nor the right to refuse.

Pei Wenfu said, "That old codger passed on a special cultivation technique to her, and she can become an emperor at any time now."

Upon hearing this, Feng Tengfei was stunned. He truly hadn't expected such a thing to happen.

Currently, only Pei Wenfu and Pei Shuhua know about this, so it's normal that Feng Tengfei doesn't know either.

Feng Tengfei's smile vanished. He had thought the Crimson Moon Dynasty was already at its last gasp and easy to handle, but he hadn't expected the Crimson Moon Dynasty to have more trump cards up its sleeve.

However, his purpose in coming to the Crimson Moon Dynasty was precisely to test it out and see if the Crimson Moon Dynasty had any hidden cards up its sleeve.

Now that he knows this secret, as long as this message is sent back, the three emperors of the Qingyun Dynasty will be able to find a way to deal with it.

Moreover, even if Pei Shuhua really becomes emperor, a newly promoted emperor is no match for an old emperor. The Qingyun Dynasty can still force the Chiyue Dynasty to submit.

Thinking of this, Feng Tengfei's lips curled up slightly, and then he said, "I didn't expect your Crimson Moon Dynasty to have such a trump card."

"However, if you could really make a quasi-emperor easily become an emperor, your Crimson Moon Dynasty would probably already have dozens of great emperors." (End of Chapter)