After the meeting, Yinji returned to the bedroom arranged for him, feeling extremely depressed.
When his father was around, Xiao Lie was as obedient as a cat. Now, Xiao Lie's dominance and desire for control far exceeded his imagination.
He felt like a puppet.
"No, we can't just sit there and wait for death." Yinji clenched his fists secretly.
He summoned the hundred guard leaders he had brought from Shuozhou and whispered,
"Find a way to secretly contact the generals in the army who are not directly under Xiao Lie, especially those who were originally loyal to my father. Proceed with caution and do not expose yourself."
Er Xiaolie returned to his residence, and his trusted advisor came to greet him: "General, the prince doesn't seem to be completely obedient, especially towards Zhao Muyun..."
Xiao Lie snorted coldly, a hint of hostility flashing in his eyes: "You little brat, do you think you can call the shots in Jinyang just because you have Zhao Muyun as your backer?"
"How naive! Zhao Muyun is far away in Shuozhou, out of reach. Jinyang is now my, Xiao Lie's, world!"
The counselor whispered, "General, I heard that Zhao Muyun is about to marry Princess Yin Yao. By then, his relationship with the Crown Prince will be further strengthened. I'm afraid..."
Xiao Lie said disdainfully, "So what if it's a marriage alliance? Now that the matter is settled, how can Zhao Muyun really turn against me just for a brother-in-law?"
"The most urgent task is to bring His Majesty back as soon as possible! With His Majesty's support, the Crown Prince's title as 'leader' will be discounted!"
A sneer curled up the corner of his mouth. "Send someone to urge the welcoming team to bring His Majesty back to Jinyang as quickly and safely as possible!"
......
On the Mobei grassland, the golden-roofed tent of the Chanyu royal court.
The grand triumphal ceremony lasted for three days and three nights.
Cattle and sheep were slaughtered in herds, fine wine flowed like rivers, and gold, silver, jewelry, silk and porcelain looted from the Central Plains piled up like mountains.
Especially those royal ladies of the Yin Dynasty and the families of officials who were dressed in gorgeous clothes but looked haggard were driven to the front of the tent, causing the tribal leaders to howl with excitement.
Wearing a gorgeous wolfskin cloak, Zuo Xian Wang Wushu sat in the most honorable position below Chanyu Wutugu, accepting toasts and compliments from the princes of various tribes, feeling very proud.
He reported in detail the achievements of conquering the capital and plundering countless people in the south, and emphasized the significance of destroying the dignity of the Dayin court.
The old Chanyu Wutugu's face was flushed, he raised the golden cup and said in a loud voice:
"My son Wuzhu soars like an eagle and is as brave as the Wolf King! He brought back countless wealth and slaves, making the emperor of the southerners tremble at our feet! Let us all pay tribute to the great Zuo Xian Wang!"
"Respectfully, King Zuo Xian!" There was thunderous cheering in the tent.
However, beneath the carnival, undercurrents are surging.
The Right Wise King and the Wulingha were naturally very dissatisfied.
After the Wuliangha returned from their defeat, they told the Right Wise King Wuhan about the battlefield situation in detail, especially Shuozhou, Zhao Muyun, and the thunder that frightened them.
It turns out that the right-wing army had to take on the toughest challenge, but Wuzhu got all the benefits!
If the right-wing army had not held Zhao Muyun back, the emperor of Dayin would have definitely transferred Zhao Muyun to the capital to capture the king. How could Wuzhu be so proud today?
When Wuzhu, under the influence of alcohol, once again proposed to take advantage of the situation and march south to wipe out Li Jingang who had seized the capital of Dayin, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became subtle.
An old prince with white hair and beard stood up tremblingly, first saluted the Chanyu and Wuzhu, then slowly said:
"Great Chanyu, the Zuo Xian Wang's achievements in this southern expedition are outstanding and have truly enhanced the prestige of our Great Di nation."
"However, the warriors have just experienced a hard battle and need to rest, and the horses also need to recover their strength."
"The captured wealth and population, as well as the newly acquired Youzhou, will take time to digest and transform into the strength of our grasslands. If we send our troops on another expedition at this time, I'm afraid..."
Another representative from the Right Wise King tribe, who had a bad relationship with Wuzhu, also said sarcastically:
"Yes, Lord Zuo! I heard that Li Jingang was able to capture the capital quickly. He is a tough guy."
"We just fought the Yin Dynasty army. If we try to gnaw on this tough bone again, if we break our teeth, the Koreans in the east will take advantage of the situation and rob us. It will be more trouble than we gain."
Wuzhu's face darkened, and he slammed his wine glass down. "What a shortsighted man! Li Jingang is just a bandit who gained power by chance!"
"If we don't wipe him out while he's still struggling, once he's consolidated his power in the Central Plains, he'll become a grave threat to our grasslands! By then, the cost of moving south will be more than ten times greater!"
The old prince shook his head and said, "Lord Zuo, calm down! The people of Yin have a saying, 'When the snipe and the clam quarrel, the fisherman benefits.'"
"Now that Li Jingang has usurped the throne and the remnants of the Yin Dynasty have not yet been eliminated, how can the various forces in the Central Plains willingly submit? Letting them kill each other and waste time is better than having our warriors fight in person."
"The elder is absolutely right!" The Right Wise King's representative immediately echoed, "We can simply sit back and wait and see what happens. We can even... secretly help those weaker forces, making them fight longer and harder!"
"Wait until they are exhausted, and then our Great Di cavalry will march south like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Wouldn't that save effort?"
Damn it!
Wuzhu stared with his eyes as big as cow eggs.
How come they told me the strategy I discussed with my advisers on the way from Youzhou to Mobei first?
The majority of princes and nobles in the account supported a wait-and-see approach.
Many of them were the Right Wise King's men, so naturally they did not want to see Wuzhu make any more achievements.
If Wuzhu went south again, his achievements would surpass his master's.
Shanyu Wutugu listened to the argument between the two sides, and a gleam of weighing the pros and cons flashed in his turbid eyes.
As he was older, he valued the stability of the tribe and immediate benefits more, and was somewhat hesitant about Wuzhu's radical strategy.
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