Coming back to the present, seeing Nianhan leading such a large group of people in, the three princes, Talai and Xiyin all changed color. Talai's face turned pale for a moment, almost the same as that of Wuzhu who was seriously ill. Only Wanyan Pujianu nodded and smiled from a distance... The expressions on both sides formed a sharp contrast.

Nianhan approached the steps and saw this. He sneered in his heart, and as he walked up the steps, he said to Talai in a teasing tone: "Why is the left military supervisor so pale?"

Talai was standing far away on the steps of the Shangshu Terrace. He felt uneasy and even a little nervous when he heard the words.

Nian rarely saw the other party being speechless, and felt disdainful in his heart, but he quickened his pace and went straight to Talan, ready to ask him a question.

"Captain Marshal!"

However, before he could finish his words, the Fourth Prince Wanyan Wushu, who was talking to Xi Yin before, suddenly rushed forward from behind and stood in front of Talan. Then, he looked down at Nianhan who had already walked up to him and shouted at him. "Today you are here to see Anban Bojilie! He is only thirteen years old! What's the point of you coming to see such a person with so many soldiers? Are you afraid that we will harm you, or that Anban Bojilie will harm you?!"

Nianhan stood at the bottom of the stairs in shock. Amid the gust of wind, many Meng'an and Mouke behind him also changed color and became frightened.

"Wushu, what are you talking about?" Nianhan reacted and laughed dryly, then became stern. "Can you say something like that?"

"I've said ten thousand words, but have I achieved anything? On the contrary, Marshal Du never speaks, but he does things very well!" Wuzhu's face turned pale, but he stood in front of the Shangshutai door without moving. "The king has suffered a stroke in the palace, and Puluhu (Wuqimai's eldest son) and others are there to serve medicine. This is the only public land in the whole Yanjing, and you chose it. As a result, you led the troops to surround it and lead the officers in. After they came in, you teased the right military supervisor (Talan) and asked him why he looked pale. Why did he look pale? It's because he was afraid of being killed by you. Nianhan, I ask you in person today, how far do you want to go?!"

The surroundings were in awe, and no one dared to interrupt. However, Nianhan had a bad temper, so how could he tolerate this? He immediately opened his eyes wide and became furious: "Wushu! Are you qualified to ask me this?!"

"I am Taizu's own flesh and blood, how can I not ask?!" Wanyan Wushu continued to confront him sternly. "Let me ask you, are you really going to bring troops in today?"

"No way?!" Nianhan was furious and whipped Wuzhu's nose with the whip in his hand. "I am the commander-in-chief of the country!"

"Nianhan, if you say so, I only have one thing to say to you... Do you think you are the only one with soldiers in the Great Jin Kingdom?!" Wuzhu was not afraid at all. He actually faced the opponent's whip and raised his hand to shout.

Nianhan was speechless for a moment, and the people around him, whether it was the nobleman on the steps, Yin Shuke beside Nianhan, Meng'an Mouke who followed him, and the soldiers on duty at the Shangshutai who were stationed in Yanjing, had already been staring at the two men in amazement.

At this time, Wuzhu seized the momentum and raised his hand over Nianhan's shoulder. He pointed at Yin Shuke by Nianhan's side and tapped him slightly. Yin Shuke's figure flashed in the air. He raised his hand again, passed Yin Shuke, and pointed at the many frightened Meng'an and Mouke below:

"Today I want to ask not only Nianhan, but also you... Ever since the king had a stroke and has been unable to manage affairs, there have been rumors everywhere in Yanjing City that a branch of the family wants to kill all of Taizu's descendants to establish themselves. Is it going to happen today? Are you guys going to do it?! If so, you have more people, come and kill me, Wushu first! If not, get out of here! I must let you know that if there is a fight in the Shangshutai today, it will be a fight to the death!"

Many Meng'ans and Moukes knelt down one after another, and many of them retreated directly, but some people looked at Nianhan with fear, as if waiting for words... And no matter who they were, it was obvious that no one was willing to face such accusations, nor did they want to be involved in such a serious matter for no reason.

Nianhan looked back in shock, his face stern, but he was also regretful in his heart... His original intention was to be on the safe side, not to be ruthless, but he did not expect that the other side had become a frightened bird, and a mere demonstration would lead to such an unbearable situation.

The scene was deadlocked for a moment, and after a while, Yin Shuke beside him spoke carefully: "Captain Marshal... Fourth Prince... At this point, how about keeping some dignity for each other? If things really go on like this, what will happen to the Great Jin Kingdom in the future? The Fourth Prince witnessed the battle of Yaoshan with his own eyes, and those of us who didn't see it, who doesn't know what Oriyan (Lou Shi) is capable of? No matter how wrong it was, no matter how close it was, even if Oriyan's health was not good, Oriyan led tens of thousands of Great Jin's elite troops and was defeated in front of him! The Song people are no longer the same as they were in the past!"

Hearing this, Nianhan sighed inwardly, but still refused to give in.

Wuzhu, on the other hand, sighed and took the initiative to step back, making way for him. Then he turned sideways and saluted Nianhan: "Captain Marshal... I was a little rude today, but Anban Bojilie is too young and there is no king to make the decision, so I was inevitably nervous. How about this? You ask the soldiers to go away, and our attendants to go away, and even the attendants and soldiers inside and outside the hall of the Secretariat to go far away, and we will go in to discuss the matter."

Nianhan wanted to erase the incident from his mind, but he had a fierce temper and couldn't save face, so he just kept a gloomy face and said nothing.

At this time, Wanyan Xiyin and Wanyan Pujianu came down together to persuade them. Even Talan stood at a distance and followed carefully with half a sentence...but his face was still as pale as ever.

"That's better." It was Wanyan Pu's slave who said the last thing, which suddenly helped Nianhan find a way out. "Fourth Prince... don't be too picky. The Grand Marshal is the Grand Marshal after all, and his status is not as high as ours. Let him leave a dozen or so hereditary Meng'an Moukes that everyone can trust to serve as a guard of honor at the bottom of the steps."

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