Jingyang, the martial arts training ground.

"Everyone, run!"

"Maintain an army for a thousand days and deploy it for a moment."

"If you don't endure hardship in peacetime, you will die on the battlefield."

"The prince said, as long as no one is killed, I will train you to my heart's content. If any of you can't handle it, you can step forward now. Being one of the prince's three guards is an unparalleled honor. If you don't have it, leave now, there are still many people who want to join."

Bai Yu had a dark face and was waving a whip.

The training ground was filled with dust.

The soldiers, all in full armor and carrying weapons, ran at full speed. They were breathless, their foreheads drenched in sweat. Some ran to the side, vomiting profusely. Even after vomiting, they dared not stop and continued running.

After running more than a dozen laps, they moved on to the next task. They crossed several trenches and ravines, then climbed over barbed wire. When they arrived at the target, panting, Wang Ergou was already waiting.

"You are using a three-stone strong bow."

"Each person has five arrows, and the target is thirty steps away."

"At least two hits!"

"Start now!"

The one in the front has already started drawing his bow.

After the previous exertion, each of them was extremely exhausted, even drawing their bows was a struggle. Even when they managed to draw, they struggled to maintain their aim. Arrows flew wildly, most missing the target. Fortunately, there were some well-trained warriors who successfully passed the test.

But this is not the end yet!

Those who passed the test would then mount their horses and gallop along the marked path, while along the way, dyed sandbags would be thrown. They had to perform various maneuvers on their horses to avoid them.

After finally getting through this stage, they were greeted by the elite soldiers of the army. They all held wooden sticks in their hands, and the next step was a one-on-one duel.

These elite soldiers were all members of the palace's guards, personally trained by Tie Niu. Now, they served as Ning Que's personal guards. Within ten rounds of fighting, these exhausted warriors collapsed to the ground. Their faces were bruised and swollen, and even standing up was a struggle.

"Unqualified, continue!"

Tie Niu waved the command flag indifferently.

They crawled back to Bai Yu.

…

“It’s really not easy for these people.”

"For this kind of training, we need to prepare more medicinal materials."

"Three meals a day, preferably with locust powder."

Chang Baicao couldn't help but speak from a distance, "It's just that accidents are too easy to happen. We need to find some doctors. I know a few, but I don't know if they would agree."

"Then I'll have to trouble Uncle Chang."

"I've never seen this kind of training method before."

"Your Highness, aren't you afraid of ruining them?"

"I'm not afraid." Ning Que was very determined and explained, "Three minutes on stage is the result of ten years of hard work off stage. They go to the battlefield to risk their lives, not to play house. I would rather they get injured now and then give up and go home than die on the battlefield."

"It's not easy for the prince either..."

Chang Baicao couldn't help but sigh softly.

He could be said to have watched Ning Que grow up.

Ning Que was a worrying person in the beginning.

He always likes to make trouble and get into trouble.

Ning Que was very happy at that time. He never had to worry about family matters. He had three older brothers, so he didn't have to worry about the future of the palace.

But later...

Ning Que seemed to have grown up overnight.

Obey the old princess's arrangements and get married obediently.

Ning Que may seem cynical, but he has inherited the old King Ning's bravery and wisdom, and treats the people very well. He is training so diligently now because he wants these people to return home alive.

“They are the ones who have it hard.”

Ning Que smiled and picked up the teacup.

Ever since he escorted Samuel out of the border, he had begun training the Three Guards. Every day, he would rest at his ancestral home in Jingyang and begin supervising training before dawn. His carefully selected elite troops gradually arrived.

"The Liao envoy arrived in Chang'an the day before yesterday."

"I heard that the negotiations with the Ministry of Rites have collapsed."

"The Liao Kingdom has a very tough attitude and is here to stir up trouble."

"Is there going to be another war..." Chang Baicao lowered his head and sighed softly, "To defeat the enemy without fighting is the best strategy!"

"Uncle Chang, some battles have to be fought."

"There will be no peace unless we defeat them!"

"Xiao Ning is right."

"Um?!"

Ning Que turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a big belly standing in front of him. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and the gold and jade belt around his waist was even more valuable. His every move exuded nobility.

"Wan... Senior Brother Wan?!"

"Haha, Junior Brother!" Wan Sanqian spread his hands and said with a smug smile, "No, I should call you Prince now. It's been five years since we last met."

"Brother, please don't use this trick to make fun of me."

"You and I will always be brothers, no need to salute."

Ning Que smiled and stood up to introduce, "Uncle Chang, this is my senior brother from when I was studying in Kunlun. His name is Wan Sanqian."

"Haha, the miraculous doctor Chang Baicao, I've long heard of your great name." Wan Sanqian stepped forward with a smile, flattering, "Don't listen to Xiaoning's nonsense. I'm not qualified to become your disciple. I'm just a registered disciple. It's just that I joined earlier, so they call me senior brother. In fact, I don't have that qualification..."

"Three thousand?"

"You are... the owner of Babao Trading Company?!" Chang Baicao was stunned and exclaimed, "You are known as the richest man in the world, with a fortune that rivals that of a country?"

"Hehe, that's right."

Chang Baicao was completely petrified.

Who doesn't know Wan Sanqian's name?

This person loves to travel far and wide, doing business wherever he goes. He has mastered business skills to the point of controlling the economic lifelines of many countries.

Furthermore, Wan Sanqian was renowned for his generosity and generosity. He often disguised himself and provided relief to the needy. Countless people benefited from his kindness. With immense wealth and influence, and widespread connections, he could be said to have wielded influence in both the underworld and the underworld. From knights-errant to outlaws and skilled craftsmen... countless people would offer their unconditional help whenever he asked for it.

"But I'm not the richest man."

"If we really want to talk about the richest man, it has to be my junior brother."

Wan Sanqian looked at Ning Que with a smile, "Eight Treasures Trading Company can only be what it is today, thanks to Xiao Ning's guidance behind the scenes. Although I am the owner of the trading company on paper, many decisions actually come from Xiao Ning."

"this?!"

Chang Baicao looked surprised.

Wow, it’s hidden so deeply?

He doesn't even know!

"Don't listen to my senior brother's nonsense." Ning Que waved his hand. "I just offered some simple suggestions. By the way, does senior brother know any news about the Liao Kingdom?"

"Hey, that's too much!"

"Senior brother, please sit down first."

"Qingfeng, pour the tea."

"Is this the magical tea you mentioned in your letter?" Wan Sanqian picked up the teacup, took a sip, and immediately showed joy on his face. "Xiao Ning is still the same as before, always full of wonderful ideas..."

After saying this, he put down the tea bowl.

Looking at Ning Que very seriously.

"I'm sure of one thing!"

"Liao Kingdom is about to deploy troops on a large scale!"