Chapter 41: Suitable for a Betrothal GiftChapter 60: Four Million Silver Mountains

“The prince is right.”

It was Su Zhenting who said this.

He glanced at his still dazed son, let out a sigh. Though they were about the same age, how could there be such a difference

"If this were a normal time, you could easily rally and divide them, slowly bringing the entire Northern Army under your control. With His Highness the Crown Prince's support, it would only be a matter of time."

“But now during this critical time, to seize control of Beida Camp in the shortest amount of time, we have to act decisively and cut through the complexities. Those eleven individuals are naturally united, and with Liu Bin just deceased, they will undoubtedly resist you fiercely. You can only emulate His Royal Highness's method of executing Liu Bin Cheng, using killing to deter everyone.”

Su Zhen'ting's explanation made Li Chen feel that older generations are indeed more experienced.

Li Chen said to Su Pingbei again: "The risk is big, but don't forget, you are the grandson of the God of War, with your father and this palace behind you, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Killing should also be done with a method. How to kill is safest, and when to kill for the greatest effect depends on your own thinking."

After he finished speaking, Li Chen cupped his hands and bowed to Su Zhen'ting: "General Su, this palace has yet to thank you for your help today."

Su Zhen Ting hurriedly clasped his hands together and said, "Your Highness, you flatter me. It's all as it should be."

Silent smiled and Li Chen said, "Then trouble General Su and this palace to go and count that batch of treasury silver."

It goes without saying!

As he watched the two figures depart from the camp, one after the other, Su Pingbei's mind was still muddled.

The more he looked at the two of them, the more he felt they were like an old and a young fox, with glowing fangs and bloodthirsty eyes, capable of eating people.

Those eleven officers from the Beida Camp probably couldn't have dreamt that the moment Prince had killed Liu Bincheng, he had already started plotting how to get rid of them.

They were so naive as to believe the Crown Prince's promise of non-pursuit, thinking they had escaped unscathed...

Su Pingbei shuddered, a cold sweat breaking out all over his body involuntarily.

"Your Highness, your previous execution of Liu Bincheng was perhaps too rash."

After they left the tent, Su Zhen Ting spoke in a low voice.

He wasn't sure if the prince, with his iron fist and audacious boldness, would listen to him, but since the Su family was now tied to the Eastern Palace's chariot, he had to speak his mind.

Li Chen nodded and said softly, "General Su is right."

But... this palace had no choice but to do so.

Li Chen glanced at the soldiers who would always respectfully step aside and bow whenever he passed. He said calmly, "In this Beida Camp, it seems to be Liu Bin's ironclad fortress, but who knows how many eyes from various factions are watching here. Zhao Xuanji and Zhao Jianye must be keeping a close eye on everything that happens."

“Therefore, this palace cannot retreat, nor can I allow it. Even if I face the greatest risk, even if it triggers a rebellion, Liu Bin must be killed, and quickly. If he lives, this palace's prestige in the army will be ruined, and no one will take my words seriously.”

Looking towards the capital, Li Chen sneered, "This palace doesn't want to be forced into a palace by that old geezer Zhao Xuanji again. Any authority is built upon military power."

“Thirty thousand imperial guards guarding the capital city, they could be divine soldiers descending from heaven to protect the city, or a blade in Zhao Xuanji’s hand that could take this palace's life at any moment. This sword, not in this palace's grasp, leaves me unable to sleep or eat.”

Su Zhen Ting's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but look at the Crown Prince Li Chen beside him.

What pressures and anxieties lie beneath that seemingly cold, domineering, and even ruthless exterior

As they talked, the two of them had already reached the eastern side of the main camp and from afar, they saw a pile of large wooden boxes stacked high.

Several crates were opened, revealing sparkling white snow silver arranged neatly inside. Under the bright blue sky, it reflected a dazzling array of jewels.

Four million taels of silver, truly lived up to the idiom "piles upon piles", anyone who saw it would be utterly awestruck.ly, but still patiently said: "Go to your father's bed and show gratitude. Whether he can hear it or not, this is what you must do, for the people to see. Don't go to the East Palace anymore, then kee...