The capital, the royal court.
A man with gray hair and beard, but still a burly figure, sat casually on a throne covered with the skin of a large insect. Below him were his ministers and sons, who were arguing fiercely about the same thing at this moment. He drank fine wine, held the hottest slave in his arms with his other hand, half-closed his eyes, still shining, and examined all the faces below.
Su Shiyilu was in a high position and had great power. He was standing at the front, but at this moment his face was ashen and his fists were clenched.
Other ministers and nobles were eager to roll up their sleeves or pick up swords to fight with others, and the whole royal court was in chaos.
“Puff—”
Wang, who had seen enough of the fun, suddenly laughed.
The voice was not loud, but it was enough to attract the attention of the ministers, and they all apologized for their crimes in fear and trepidation.
Wang asked, "Why don't you quarrel?"
No one dared to say a word.
Although the king above him has entered his twilight years, his strong and powerful body is no longer as majestic as before after being abused by alcohol and women for several years, and his temperament has gradually deviated from his original intention, but his power is still there. Before he falls completely, no one dares to challenge his authority.
Just a few words silenced everyone.
Wang asked, "Did the argument produce any result?"
No one dared to be the first to speak out.
The king's eyes swept over his eleven sons one by one.
They are all his adult sons.
Each has his own temperament and ambition.
As for the Queen's 12th Prince, he was still traveling outside. Su Shiyilu said that he might have been plotted against by the fifth and seventh sons, and even the third son was involved, so his whereabouts were unknown. But the king did not show any intention of punishing his three sons.
This is also one of the reasons why the other party looked livid.
Wang Yi tilted his head back and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp: "Which warrior is willing to go with me to conquer Yonggu Pass?"
The eleven sons vied with each other to perform.
I was afraid of being a step behind my brothers.
But Su Shiyilu, who controlled part of the military power, had not spoken yet. It was obvious that he was still angry and unwilling to contribute.
"Which of my sons do you think is suitable, Aru?"
Su Shiyilu said: "Of course it is the twelfth prince."
He doesn't hide his ugly face at all.
Wang sighed and said, "But Twelve is still traveling..."
Su Shiyilu glared at him.
I have so much to say that I want to yell.
The king clearly knew the possible situation of the twelfth prince, and it was the other princes who secretly did something, but now he acted as if nothing had happened? They had made all the preparations to send troops to Yonggu Pass this time, and the spies they had spent a lot of money and effort to plant had also sent back news that the border barrier was at its weakest in decades, and that they would surely be able to crush it if they sent troops at this moment!
Is this the opportunity that countless men have been waiting for
Once successful, it will be a huge achievement.
Wenwen is the next crown prince.
But, what about the twelfth prince
Su Shiyilu didn't want to make wedding clothes for these lowly bastards, not to mention that these lowly bastards wanted to kill him...
"... Isn't it possible for Twelve to come back in time?"
Su Shiyilu stiffened his neck.
"Then please ask the king to send someone to recall him."
The king frowned, not even interested in the youthful beauty in his arms. He raised his hand to push her away, and asked with a little anger: "Su Shiyilu, do you still look like a subject?" The aura filled with murderous intent pressed towards the latter.
Su Shiyilu did not mobilize his aura to fight back.
He just endured it and answered stubbornly: "Of course I am your subject, the king, and I also regard the Ten Crows Plan as my lifelong pursuit, but there are many cases of brothers fighting and the destruction caused by internal struggles for the throne. The Twelve is your most noble heir!"
The king looked gloomy.
To be honest, he didn't care much about the life or death of his youngest son. He didn't care about the girl's bloodline.
Whether he was the son of a queen, a horse slave, or even the son of a dancer, a singing girl, or a prostitute... it didn't matter to him, because it was his bloodline that determined whether the child was noble or humble. He was noble, and his children were noble!
To the Queen, this was her only son, but to him, he had eleven adult and capable sons, twelve princes, twenty or so young sons, and even forty or fifty daughters.
These are all those who have survived.
Dozens more died due to various reasons.
There is nothing "most noble" about these children.
He can give his position and inheritance to whomever he wants.
Su Shiyilu has been tactless again and again...
"Please, Your Majesty, recall the twelfth prince."
The king took a deep breath and said, "Okay."
Just be patient for a moment!
The most elite troops of the Ten Crows were in the hands of Su Shiyilu. No matter how unhappy the king was, he couldn't completely piss him off: "But this must be done as soon as possible, within seven days. If the Twelveth One hasn't come back... Humph, he will be the sinner if he delays the opportunity to fight."
Su Shiyilu breathed a sigh of relief.
Now it was the other princes' turn to look gloomy.
The peach that was about to be in his hand was stopped by someone, and he didn't yell at Su Shiyilu for being an old man, which was already a good attitude...
However, seven days is just seven days.
After the court meeting was over, the prestigious Third Prince stepped forward and said sarcastically, "The great plan of the Ten Crows for more than a hundred years cannot be delayed because of this. But there are many unexpected things when traveling as an adult, and it is not uncommon that I cannot contact my twelfth brother for a while."
Su Shiyilu was disdainful and didn't even look at him.
Mie said: "Your Highness, don't worry about that. Speaking of delays, what can be more important than brothers' discord? Today you destroy my tribe, tomorrow I will slaughter your tribe. Although there are many people who support Your Highness, they can't stand continuous losses, right?"
This is clearly stated. Recently, a series of tribes have been massacred due to internal fighting among several princes. Among them, the third prince suffered the most losses. He has already killed two of them, and they were both relatively large-scale and took a lot of effort to recruit.
Su Shiyilu mocked, "Instead of coveting things that don't belong to you, you might as well keep your tail between your legs and manage your small business to ensure a rich life. When the new king ascends the throne, take the mother who has served three generations of grandparents and grandchildren to live with honor."
Most of the king's women were of low status, and a considerable number of them were robbed from other tribes by him, including the mother of the third prince. Their status was higher than that of horse slaves and female slaves, but they were still "trophies" in essence.
The third prince's eyes flashed with murderous intent due to the ridicule.
Su Shiyilu snorted coldly.
Be fearless.
The other princes also saw what was happening here. In terms of "bloodline", they were all within Su Shiyilu's range. The third brother was ridiculed, and they were all embarrassed. One of them sneered: "Then we hope that the twelfth brother will come back alive."
Su Shiyilu suddenly glared at him.
"How long can a toothless tiger remain arrogant?" The one being glared at showed no fear. "If anything happens to my twelfth brother, it must be because your uncle has committed too many sins. Third brother, let's go get a drink and have some fun."
The third prince looked rejuvenated.
"walk."
The other princes had different expressions.
Several people present had attacked the twelfth brother, knowing the latter's situation. There was nothing they could do, not because they were cruel, but because they also had to save their lives and had ambitions.
Judging from Su Shiyilu's attitude towards them, once the twelfth brother comes to power, every one of them will be killed!
Several princes feasted privately.
One person asked, "Twelve's body hasn't been found yet?"
"He probably escaped using some secret method, but we have already sent people along the route he must take. If he dares to show up, he will die!"
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