eurekapd Chapter 362 Yang Ruyi, Sitting on the Mountain and Watching the Tigers Fight
Chapter 362 Yang Ruyi, Sitting on the Mountain and Watching the Tigers Fight
"They are all good grandsons of the Emperor, so let them compete. Whoever does the best should be the emperor."
Yang Ruyi looked like she was enjoying the show, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons.
"You're kidding me!"
Yang Guang flicked his sleeves, really wanting to kick out this unfilial daughter who was causing him so much trouble.
Is this because they think the royal family of the Sui Dynasty is too fraternal and want to incite them to fight and kill each other?
Throughout history, how many times have fathers and sons turned against each other and brothers killed each other in the struggle for the throne?
"Your Majesty, the Prince of Yan requests an audience."
Just then, palace maids entered the sleeping quarters.
Now, Yang Guang felt an even bigger headache, his temples throbbing.
It's a dilemma, a real dilemma.
If they hadn't spoken up about establishing a new crown prince, none of this would have happened.
He really wanted to stay sick, lying on the bed in a daze, unable to answer any questions, and putting everything off until later.
Sick?
Thinking of this, Yang Guang suddenly felt that being sick was actually quite good.
Being sick means he doesn't have to face these troubles, and being sick means he doesn't have to choose between his two grandsons.
Then, he collapsed onto the tatami mat, lay flat, and did whatever he wanted.
Since Yang You hasn't returned yet, let's wait until he comes back to discuss the matter of the crown prince.
there's always a solution to any problem.
Yang Tan, who was waiting outside the palace, was told that His Majesty was not feeling well today and did not need to come to serve him.
He stood outside the palace gate, his face slightly pale, his eyes filled with disappointment.
He immediately sensed something was wrong. His grandfather's health had been much better these past few days, so why was he suddenly unwell?
Is it because they heard that the Prince of Dai has returned that they no longer want to see him?
Or has Grandfather already made a decision?
Yang Ruyi walked out of the hall and looked at the Prince of Yan standing to the side. She couldn't help but feel sorry for her nephew.
This is simply a dream.
Not long ago, he was considered a candidate for crown prince and was surrounded by court officials.
Now that Yang You is coming back, he'll wake up and everything will be gone.
However, it wasn't entirely hopeless. After all, Yang You had suffered a major setback this time, losing 300,000 troops and being captured.
His reputation was damaged and his prestige was ruined.
If Yang Tan wanted to compete for it, it wouldn't be impossible.
The throne is never a sure thing; until the very last moment, no one knows the outcome.
In the past, Yang Ruyi felt that Yang You's ascension to the throne was too smooth, a sure thing, and without any suspense.
Now, there are more stumbling blocks and more variables on the road.
Let the two of them fight and snatch; she only needs to stand by and watch.
Whether Yang You or Yang Tan wins, it won't be a loss for her.
Anyway, her son is still young, so she has plenty of time to wait.
To put it bluntly, everything will become clear after the current emperor passes away.
By then, it's still uncertain who will be sitting in that chair.
On the other side, in the Western Regions, in Loulan.
In the previous battle, Lü Xiao displayed his divine might, overwhelming the foreign states and causing rivers of blood and corpses to flow everywhere.
After that battle, 100,000 elite troops were all routed.
Some died, some fled, and some surrendered; they had lost all their former vigor.
The Western Turks fled at the mere sight of him, and Xue Ju was captured alive, bound hand and foot, and locked in a prison cart like a dead dog.
As time passed, Lü Xiao's name resounded throughout the Western Regions.
The foreign kingdoms were terrified upon hearing this news and flocked to submit, fearing that they would be purged if they arrived too late.
"Another country has arrived?"
Yuwen Chenglong stood outside the camp gate, arms crossed, having lost count of how many countries this was.
Every day envoys came, every day kings came, in an endless stream, lining up to enter.
"This country actually brought several women with them."
Pei Yuanqing stood on the other side, staring intently at the crowd of people coming and going, his eyes practically glued to the screen.
In the past, those who came were princes or kings from foreign countries.
They brought gold and silver jewelry, cattle, sheep, horses, and silk fabrics—all the same old things, nothing new.
He's definitely the first person to bring a woman along.
"hey-hey."
Yuwen Chenglong chuckled slyly, his mouth stretching almost to his ears.
Qu Boya had previously told him in private that there were several princesses from foreign countries who were exceptionally beautiful and were famous beauties in the Western Regions.
These kings wanted to send their princesses to the king as a sign of their allegiance.
And sure enough, it was delivered.
"Your laugh is disgusting."
Pei Yuanqing showed a look of disgust and took half a step back, as if Yuwen Chenglong had something dirty on him.
"You don't know anything!"
Yuwen Chenglong immediately retorted, rolling his eyes with disdain.
This child is still too young and doesn't understand the intricacies of this matter.
When he gets a few more years older, he'll probably be laughing more heartily than anyone else.
"You understand, you understand everything."
Pei Yuanqing didn't tolerate Yuwen Chenglong's behavior. He curled his lip and said sarcastically, his tone full of mockery.
"Come here, I'll tell you a secret."
Yuwen Chenglong reached out his hand, beckoned Pei Yuanqing closer with a mysterious smile on his face.
Although Pei Yuanqing was sharp-tongued, he still leaned closer and pricked up his ears.
Yuwen Chenglong leaned close to his ear, lowered his voice, and whispered something so soft that only the two of them could hear it.
Pei Yuanqing is no longer the greenhorn he once was. He has seen it all in the years he has spent in the army.
Upon hearing the intentions of these foreign nations, his face immediately turned red, from the base of his neck all the way to the tips of his ears, as if he had been roasted by fire.
No wonder Yuwen Chenglong was laughing so lewdly; it turns out the prince is about to become even more lewd.
These foreign rulers really have a clever plan.
"With so many princesses, is the prince here to enjoy himself, or is he worthy of it...?"
Before Pei Yuanqing could finish speaking, Yuwen Chenglong quickly and accurately covered his mouth.
"You wouldn't dare to talk nonsense."
Yuwen Chenglong lowered his voice, looking nervous, his eyes darting around as if afraid that someone else would overhear him.
Although he only said half of what he meant, Yuwen Chenglong could imagine what the second half was.
How can you call it mating?
This is called conquering a foreign princess and showcasing the personal charm of the Great Sui Dynasty's Shuo Wang.
If these words were to reach the prince's ears, Pei Yuanqing would certainly get a beating.
"Will our country's princess be angry when she finds out?"
Pei Yuanqing pried Yuwen Chenglong's hand away and asked in a low voice, his eyes full of curiosity.
"No, those foreign princesses would only be maids to us."
Yuwen Chenglong curled his lip and said disdainfully, raising his chin slightly.
To put it nicely, these are princesses from foreign lands, of noble status.
To put it bluntly, they were spoils of war, tributes offered by the defeated nation.
No matter how much you argue, she can't compare to the princesses of the Sui Dynasty.
What was the status of princesses in the Sui Dynasty?
She was the emperor's flesh and blood, the most precious of all, how could a princess from a small foreign country compare?
Before we knew it, it was getting dark.
The large tent was brightly lit, and people from various foreign countries were seated.
They sat upright, extremely respectful, waiting for the person in the main seat to speak, not daring to utter a sound.