The young uncle looked at his wife and said, "What else can I do? Now I'm outnumbered, one against two. I have no chance of winning. The old men from the eight tribes are just watching from the sidelines."
Fu Jin said, "Our tribe is a descendant of the old Khan, and is the most powerful of the nine tribes on the grassland. If the internal strife continues and our branch is wiped out, the entire tribe will be almost halved, and its power will be greatly reduced.
The Queen's group may be weak, but they have a lot of people. On the grassland, life is about survival. If we destroy our group, which is quite strong, will the successor really be willing to do that? "
The young uncle asked, "Who do you think is the successor chosen by the second brother, Big Brother or that kid?"
Fu Jin said, "I'm afraid it's your eldest nephew."
The young uncle asked, "Why?"
Fu Jin said: "If it is the eldest brother who is chosen, your second brother will gather the eight chiefs and publicly pass on the throne.
At that time, the old Khan presided over the 'Winner Takes All' competition. It was a real competition. Who would dare to make trouble?
Your eldest brother really lost to your second brother. With the intervention of the old Khan, both of them were smart people. Although they were unwilling, they had no grudges. So your second brother successfully succeeded to the Khan throne.
Your second brother has acted uprightly in this matter and has done nothing wrong. Now if you pass the throne to your eldest brother, you can do so openly.
But with your eldest nephew, the two of them have always been at odds. If your second brother, after much deliberation, still wants to pass the throne to the eldest prince, but there is a grudge between the two of them, and with the Queen's murder case looming, then the throne can only be passed by will.
If the eight tribes were summoned to pass the throne to the eldest prince, and the eldest prince demanded an explanation for his mother, what would your second brother do? Would he pass the throne or not? He was afraid that the eldest prince would argue with him and, at a critical moment, demand the queen's life.
When he married that beauty, he broke an arrow and swore in front of the eight leaders that he would protect her as long as he lived. Who would dare to disrespect her?
The eldest prince's mother had just been poisoned to death, and now they were holding the grandest wedding on the grassland to marry that beauty as queen. How could the eldest prince feel good about that?
You men are really like that, you, knowing that woman had poisoned someone, still got involved with her."
The young uncle was a little embarrassed: "Even my second brother couldn't escape this beauty, but as for me... I never took the initiative to look for her."
The concubine rolled her eyes at him and said, "Do you think she has taken the initiative to contact the eldest uncle, or even your eldest nephew?"
The young uncle was stunned for a moment, then awkwardly changed the subject: "According to you, no matter who inherits the Khan throne, with eight tribes eyeing him covetously within and the powerful enemy of the Xuanyuan Dynasty outside, he will always think that it would be best if he could subjugate our tribe?"
Fu Jin said, "Yes. But the one who is not the successor will not think so. The other one may want to destroy our faction. Once destroyed, his power will be equal to the successor, one to one. Perhaps we can fight."
As for how he would fare against the Eight Tribes or the Xuanyuan Dynasty, he didn't consider that. He only wanted to become the leader of a tribe first."
The young uncle asked, "Are you saying that Big Brother wants to wipe out our tribe? Then do you mean that I should go to that nephew and surrender? Become his subject?"
Fu Jin said: "Yes, and the sooner the better."
The young uncle hesitated a little: "How about you go talk to his wife first and tell her what I mean. I will then treat him to a meal and offer him a glass of wine."
The concubine's eyes widened and she said angrily, "No. If you go, you'll lose your uncle's dignity. From now on, he'll be the king and you'll be the minister. If he feels you're not sincere, even if he's reluctant to part with our army, he might as well destroy us."
The young uncle asked, "Do you want me to kneel down to him?"
Fu Jin said, "What if you just kneel down? Your elder brother has suppressed him for so many years, using him as a whetstone for the emperor's son to practice his skills, and allowing the queen to kill him time and time again.
Yet, he also led the most powerful team. In the end, even your second brother had to give up the untrained heir apparent and hand over the throne to him. Isn't his mental ability better than yours?
The winner is the king. You worship a king, it has nothing to do with face or status, but the lives of tens of thousands of people are behind you."
The young uncle asked, "What if I go and he takes my life?"
Fu Jin said, "If that's the case, I'll take my son and lead tens of thousands of us in rebellion, slaughtering him to the bitter end. I don't think you've forgotten my nickname from my youth."
The young prince thought: A pretty young girl, nicknamed Erleg "Death God", it took him a long time to decide whether to marry her or not. Who would want to marry the Goddess of Death?
But her smile was so beautiful that he couldn't help but marry her. After marrying her, she glared at him angrily every day. Sigh.
Thinking of the queen, he asked again, "What about the queen?"
Fu Jin said, "She almost killed you today. The eldest prince has her doomed, and yet you're still tied to her. If she harms you, she harms our entire branch. How many more people do you want to drag along with her to be buried with her?"
After thinking for a moment, he continued, "You also know that there is something wrong with the will. Your second brother is planning to kill them, mother and son. What else do you plan to do?"
The young uncle said, "Second brother is also weird. If he wants her to die, why not just let her be buried alive with him?"
Fu Jin said: "Maybe he is still reluctant to let go, but he also knows that the mother and child will not survive without him."
Khan sent three letters before his death.
The first letter, the true will to succeed the throne, was given to the eldest son. It was simply because he was the strongest. Although not his favorite, the king of the grasslands should belong to the strong.
The second letter was addressed to the tribe of the eldest prince's mother, who was also his former wife's tribe.
The second wife killed the first wife, but he always treated the first wife's tribe very well. He gave the most fertile grasslands, the most spoils of war, and the easiest battles to win to this tribe.
Whether it was out of guilt towards his wife, to appease the queen to save her life, or for the overall stability of the grassland, he was good to this tribe for ten years.
Now that he was about to die, he wrote to them, telling them that he had appointed the eldest son as the new Khan and asking them to support him. They would probably do so, after all, they were the eldest son's maternal clan.
The second letter was sent to the Anda tribe, his loyal tribe, and his kindness to them was also genuine. The content was similar, telling them that he would pass the throne to his eldest son and asking them to support him.
Among the nine tribes, one was relatively small, and another was his son's loyal supporter. The Khan smiled, thinking that his son, who had nothing, actually had a loyal supporter.
Calculating this way, including myself, there are four who will support the eldest prince. The remaining five all have conflicts among themselves, and some are weak. As long as these four, or even three, support the eldest son, it will be enough.
He looked at the "last will" placed on the bedside again. The words written on it were once his true words, but this last will was fake. The eight leaders and the eldest and third brother knew it at a glance.
He's a ruthless Khan. Since he's not going to survive, let him come and see me off so that things can end more quickly. This way, he won't break his oath to break the arrow...
The young uncle went to find the eldest prince that night. After all, the stare of the "God of Death" was a bit scary.
The next day, the eldest prince convened a meeting of tribal leaders in the name of the successor Khan.
It seems that the outcome has been decided.
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