I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

Despite the laughter, the ministers still needed Qin Li to give them a definite answer: whether to fight or not.

Qin Li no longer concealed anything and said, word by word:

"This battle, of course, must be fought!"

Upon hearing this, the ministers who advocated for war were immediately overjoyed, beating their chests and stamping their feet like gorillas.

The ministers who advocated peace did not sigh or complain, as if they had known all along that Qin Li would make such a decision.

As for why we must fight, Qin Li gave his reasons: "I call myself Emperor Wu, so of course we must fight. If we don't fight, wouldn't we be unworthy of this reign title?"

"Not only will we fight, but I will also personally lead the expedition. In this battle, I will clearly tell the world that the Northern Barbarians are not so powerful as to be invincible, and that the Great Zhou is the only master of this land."

Qin Li's words were so domineering that they inspired the ministers.

"Your Majesty is right, fight! Damn it, just do it!"

"As long as we can crack the tough nut of Northern Mang, there will be no more obstacles for Great Zhou to unify the world in the future."

"We accomplished what generations couldn't, and each of our names will be etched in history, remembered forever!"

"We fought all the battles we needed to fight so that future generations could live a good life. It was worth it!"

As they spoke, the ministers were overcome with emotion, tears welling in their eyes...

……

Night fell as expected.

Inside the main hall, Emperor Xuan huddled in a corner, cold and hungry, shivering all over, and even experiencing hallucinations several times.

But he stubbornly refused to work, even at the cost of his life; this was the backbone of him as an emperor.

Qin Han, sitting cross-legged in front of the fire, shook his head, thinking to himself that Emperor Xuan really wouldn't turn back until he hit a brick wall.

Alright, let's see who can outlast whom. He has plenty of time.

The firewood crackled and popped in the small fire in front of them.

While munching on a biscuit, Qin Han said, "I just heard some news: His Majesty is going to personally lead an expedition!"

The Xuan Emperor, who had been huddled in a corner, suddenly perked up and asked, "Leading the army in person? To whom, the Northern Barbarians?"

"That's hilarious! They're fighting the Buddhist Kingdom in the south and the Northern Barbarians in the north. Doesn't Qin Li understand that you can't attend to everything at once?"

Emperor Xuan sneered, not optimistic about the battle at all, but in his heart he was looking forward to it.

Ideally, Qin Li would die on the battlefield, and then the ministers would reinstate him.

Qin Han finished half a pancake and said, "The Buddhist Kingdom is nothing to fear. Influenced by Buddhist doctrines, there is no intention of resistance within its borders. Moreover, the one leading the troops is the Seventh Prince. I believe the good news will arrive soon."

"Was it the seventh prince who led the troops to attack the Buddhist Kingdom? If it weren't for him, I would have almost forgotten that I had such a son."

"He deserves to be torn to pieces, just like the two of you!"

In Emperor Xuan's heart, the three sons he hated the most were Qin Li, Qin Han, and Qin Feng.

Qin Han asked curiously, "What happened that makes you hold such a grudge against the Seventh Prince?"

Emperor Xuan stretched out his hand and said, "Give me water and food, and I will tell you."

Qin Han shook his head: "Even now, you're still clinging to wishful thinking."

The Xuan Emperor said, "It's not out of wishful thinking, but because I'm certain you wouldn't dare kill me!"

"No one can bear the guilt of murdering their ruler and father, let alone Qin Li, who has just ascended the throne."

That's true, although Qin Li's reputation isn't exactly good to begin with.

Before he became the crown prince, when he was still the eldest prince, he was a notorious villain in the world.

But with the added accusation of regicide and patricide, Qin Li's reputation was completely ruined.

Qin Li is now the emperor, and he cannot ignore his posthumous reputation.

Therefore, no matter what, he had to ensure that Emperor Xuan lived.

"Therefore, His Majesty will not kill you. However, since you insist on seeking death, the world cannot blame His Majesty."

"For example, the benefactor may have starved or frozen to death."

Emperor Xuan glared at him, "You dare? I have no other choice but to die peacefully in my old age."

"Even if I am about to freeze to death or starve to death, you must find a way to save me."

"That's the day I've been waiting for. When it comes, food and water will be delivered to me, and I won't have to live in that cold, ice-cold palace anymore!"

Emperor Xuan's plan was good, but Qin Han said, "The possibility you mentioned depends on whether you can withstand it and not beg for mercy."

Emperor Xuan snorted coldly and glanced sideways, saying, "Hmph, as the Son of Heaven, why would I beg for mercy?"

As he was speaking, he saw Qin Han stand up and stretch his wrists.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Emperor Xuan even started to stutter.

I instantly stopped feeling cold and hungry.

All I felt was fear filling my entire body.

Qin Han said with a smile, "I suddenly remembered that when my mother was still alive, one day, just because the tea I poured was a little cold, you beat my mother up, and she was almost disfigured because of it."

"Sir, should this humble monk return it?"

Emperor Xuan stood up, involuntarily taking a step back. "I warn you, I am the Son of Heaven! You dare to strike the Son of Heaven? Heaven will not let you off! You will be struck by lightning!"

Qin Han pressed on relentlessly, saying, "This humble monk only trusts his own fists."

After saying that, Qin Han grabbed the fleeing Xuan Emperor with one hand and punched him in the nose.

Emperor Xuan suddenly saw stars, and a stream of hot liquid gushed out of his nostrils.

Blood!

So much blood.

He bent over and covered his nose with his hand, but blood still kept seeping out from between his fingers.

"How you treated your mother back then is how I will treat you today. I hope you can bear it and please don't beg for mercy."

boom!

Another punch.

Emperor Xuan felt as if he had gone blind.

In the time that followed, Qin Han's punches landed squarely.

The firelight cast their shadows on the wall, extremely high and large, with blood constantly spurting or splashing out.

At first, Emperor Xuan gritted his teeth and refused to beg for mercy. He even tried to fight back, but he was no match for the strong and powerful Qin Han. Qin Han subdued him with just one hand.

Finally, Emperor Xuan could no longer bear the pain and begged for mercy.

"Second son, it really is your father, your father..."

"You can't treat your father like this. Your mother is watching from heaven."

It would have been better if this hadn't been mentioned; the more this was brought up, the more Qin Han punched with even greater force.

Emperor Xuan felt as if he had been hit by an iron hammer, and his old bones were about to be crushed.

"Have mercy! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

"Father was wrong, Father was wrong."

"Your father apologizes to you. Your father shouldn't have treated you and your mother that way back then. Your father was just confused for a moment, and your father regrets it very much..."