was blowing in from the north at this moment. On the palace walls, flags fluttered and whipped in the breeze.A ray of morning light shone upon the plaque above the Taihe Palace gate, radiating down t...Chapter 1691: That Throne, It Should Have Been Mine

Faced with King Ning's request, Yuan Shidao shook his head.

"Your Highness, as I said before, the current situation makes it quite inconvenient for Your Highness and the Crown Prince to meet."

"It's better to wait until the situation stabilizes. When that happens, my prince will be willing to drink horses with you by the Yellow River and discuss matters of state together."

King Ning gritted his teeth, he looked up at Yuan Shidao, and said in a deep voice: "Since we don't meet face to face, what does your prince want from me Rebel against the court Impossible. It's not that I am unwilling, nor is it that I am afraid, but it cannot be done."

Yuan Shidao was even more astonished.

What exactly did Yelü Shenxuan write that caused the usually dignified Prince of Qin to boldly speak against the court just moments ago

Yuan Shidao's mind raced, and after a brief moment of thought, he said: "Before I came here, the prince instructed me to, after the king had read the contents of the secret letter, ask him one question and make one request."

"You said so," Ning Wang immediately replied.

"Prince Li Chen of the Qin Dynasty, did he set a trap and deliberately lure the Liao army out of Yueya Pass in pursuit" Yuan Shidao asked.

"Yes."

King Ning answered without hesitation, saying: "In the Gansu-Shaanxi Basin, he has deployed heavy troops in ambush. As long as you chase him into the encirclement, they will immediately kill you."

When giving this answer, King Ning didn't care at all about how his words might affect the war situation in Qin, even if it meant that hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians would die needlessly, and Yueya Pass would be given away for nothing.

Now he doesn't care about anything.

Yuan Shidao's eyelid twitched, and he nodded in understanding.

"There is one more request. The Crown Prince knows that the prince cannot openly rebel at this time, so the Crown Prince will not press him. However, the Crown Prince hopes that the prince can provide all necessary intelligence and, at a crucial moment, help the Liao army capture or kill Li Chen."

The King of Ning immediately stated: "Capturing Li Chen alive or killing him is no different from rebelling."

The prince said, "The king knows what to do."

Yuan Shidao's words made King Ning take a breath and sneer, "It seems that your prince has figured out the end of this king."

Yuan ShiDao bowed and said, "The Crown Prince promised that once the great matter is accomplished, everything north of the Yellow River will belong to Liao, and everything south of the Yellow River will belong to the prince. Liao is willing to form an eternal alliance with the prince and work together for a friendship that lasts a hundred generations."

King Ning stood still, and he did not feel any moved by this promise.

He reached out and opened the drawer, pulling out a scroll. He said flatly: "The information you want is all here, including Li Chen's troop deployment and battle plans. But I have to make it clear upfront that Li Chen doesn't trust me, so this intelligence may have other hidden parts."

"Rest assured, Your Highness. My prince is by no means a fool."

Yuan Shidao took the scroll, tucking it close to his chest, then said to King Ning, "So about that matter..."

“With this intelligence, you can easily sabotage Li Chen’s plans. At that time, in Gansu and Shaanxi provinces, he will have no troops left to use, like a turtle trapped in a jar. And I, the king, will secretly cooperate with your actions. As long as we know where he is, it won't be difficult for you to capture him.”

Master Yuan Shi Dao smiled lightly and bowed, saying: “The night is getting late, Your Highness, please rest early.”

After finishing his words, a gentle breeze swept past, and Yuan Shidao had vanished without a trace.

King Ning stood inside his tent, clutching a sealed letter tightly in his fist. He didn't know how long he had been standing there, but suddenly, anger surged through him. With a roar, he slammed his fist onto the table.

With a deafening crack, the solid tabletop was shattered. Blood seeped from the fist, staining the confidential letter red and dripping onto the floor.

"The throne, it should have been mine!!!"d discerning as legends portray them to be.Therefore, officials can to some extent constrain the emperor from going too far.This is especially true for officials.The presence of censors can prevent th...