Chapter 213: The Emperor's SwordChapter 1385 Rage

King Ning remained silent, and Li Chen did not press him further.

For a moment, the atmosphere between them grew heavy with silence.

King Ning's mouth closed, but his mind was racing.

He couldn't help but think of the advice Zhou Changshou had once given him earnestly.

Lay low and hoard grain, then rise to power slowly.

Don't say that the imperial court still has a certain degree of ruling ability. Even if the Central Plains region truly falls apart, with war raging everywhere, and the entire Qin Empire reduced to a name only, he controls the northwest. No matter who takes over, they wouldn't dare to touch him. So he must remain calm and patient.

The struggle for that top position is like a long-drawn-out war. Victories early on don't count as victories; only the one who laughs last wins.

And this battle for supremacy is a winner-takes-all affair.

Every word of these words deeply resonated with King Ning.

It was precisely because of this that he particularly valued and trusted Zhou Changshou.

In King Ning's eyes, Zhou Zhangshou was his Jiang Ziya, his Zhuge Liang.

The Qin dynasty could be chaotic, but he absolutely couldn't become the leader.

Whoever strikes first at the imperial court loses the chance to vie for the throne.

Even though the imperial court is weak, it is still the imperial court. Even though a vassal king is powerful, he is ultimately just a vassal king.

The Imperial Court, if it commits wholeheartedly to a single strategy, could destroy any vassal king completely, leaving them unable to recover for generations.

Therefore, many powerful vassal kings existed throughout the land, but each, including himself, outwardly showed respect and courtesy to the imperial court.

Strangely, the fire has now caught up to him first.

The King of Ning's thoughts were as swift as lightning, as quick as a flash.

He suddenly felt a pang of longing for Zhou Changshou. If he hadn't betrayed him, he would surely be able to help him out right now.

Taking a deep breath, Prince Ning decided to avoid conflict for now.

He said, “This matter, this king needs to think about it carefully. Please give this king some time, Your Highness.”

"OK."

Li Chen said calmly, "This palace believes that Uncle Wang will give this palace a satisfactory answer."

After taking a deep look at Li Chen, the Prince Ning turned and left.

Even the process of bowing and taking leave was skipped.

Li Chen didn't care either.

Things are different now compared to when we welcomed them outside the city before.

Back then, etiquette represented status, and Li Chen was definitely going to fight for it.

It's pointless to dwell on such trivial matters now; it's jeopardizing the bigger picture. You must be out of your mind.

Ning Wang was afraid, and he was also afraid.

If King Ning was truly pushed to the brink and went all out, then Li Chen would be in a terrible predicament.

The King Ning turned and left the bedchamber, returning to his study with a stoic expression. He ordered his aides to be summoned immediately. He intended to take a sip of water to calm himself, but unexpectedly scalded himself with the boiling tea, letting out a startled cry.

The enraged King Ning grabbed the teacup and smashed it to the ground, roaring, "Who made this tea today!"

Before anyone outside could respond, King Ning roared angrily, "Kill him! Drag him away and execute him!"

Just as King Ning was venting his anger by borrowing someone's head, Xu Wei, who had taken Cai He down for treatment, returned and came before Li Chen to report.

After a moment, Li Chen came to the side room. Cai He was lying on the bed.

Although that kick didn't kill Cai He, it did injure her. She was now pale and weak, lying in bed.

"Your Highness."

When Cai He saw Li Chen arrive, she struggled to get up.

"No need for courtesies," Xu Wei said, "Li Chen told me you have something to show this palace. Bring it out, I don't have much time."

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