When Chen Zhennan returned to the camp and entered his tent, he found Qian Zijing and Qian Zihao talking in hushed tones. Upon seeing him enter, the two immediately stopped their discussion, their eyes darting around as if they were hiding some secret.
Chen Zhennan smiled faintly, secretly speculating about the content of the brothers' conversation.
Walking over to the two men, Chen Zhennan slowly sat down, calm and composed, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Qian Zijing sat up straight, a look of surprise on his face, and said with a wry smile, "I really didn't expect you to come back alive. It was a mistake for Father not to kill you."
Chen Zhennan gave a long "hmm" and nodded in strong agreement.
“I agree with your idea, but your father doesn’t have that ability.”
As he spoke, Chen Zhennan's gaze darted between Qian Zijing and Qian Zihao, making the two brothers feel uneasy and tense.
Qian Zihao frowned slightly upon seeing this, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes, and said coldly, "Just say what you want to do, what are you looking at?"
The disdain in his tone couldn't hide his inner anxiety; it was truly incomprehensible what he was thinking.
Chen Zhennan smiled knowingly and said slowly, "I just wanted to see what the difference was between you two. I gave Qian Kun a choice, and he chose your older brother without hesitation. I'll release him in a bit."
Qian Zihao was taken aback, then a cold smile appeared on his face: "You think I'd believe you? With two hostages in your hands, would you be willing to let one go?"
No sooner had Qian Zihao finished speaking than a sharp male voice rang out from outside the tent: "Chen Zhennan! Release our young master at once!"
Upon hearing this, Qian Zihao froze instantly, his face turning pale, his heart turning ashen, and a wave of despair washing over him: "As expected, Father's final choice is still you. I really don't understand why he values you so much."
Qian Zijing slightly widened his eyes, noticing the negative change in his younger brother's mood. His heart tightened, and he turned to look at Chen Zhennan.
"Chen Zhennan, can you let Zihao go back? I'll stay here and be your hostage."
Chen Zhennan gave a strange "oh," then shook his head without hesitation: "No way! This was chosen by your father, Wang Qiankun. How can I go back on my word?"
Upon hearing Chen Zhennan's words, Qian Zihao felt even more resentful, but he couldn't say anything.
"Shiyu! Send Qian Zijing out and hand him over to Qian Kun's men to be taken away!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Shiyu entered the tent, grabbed Qian Zijing without saying a word, and started walking out.
As Qian Zijing left, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly heavy, and Qian Zihao's resentment surged like a raging river, reaching its peak in an instant.
His face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes flickered with complex emotions, including jealousy of his brother and disappointment in his father.
Chen Zhennan turned to look at him, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Qian Zihao, if I gave you a chance, would you be willing to become the new Prince of Ning?"
These words stirred up a storm. Qian Zihao's face darkened instantly, his heart churning with turmoil. He pondered, "Chen Zhennan, what do you mean by that? Are you trying to sow discord between us, father and son, brothers?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhennan chuckled and said sarcastically, "Qian Zihao, do I need to sow discord between you and your father? Anyone with eyes can see it."
Qian Zihao snorted softly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and turned to lie on the bed with his back to Chen Zhennan.
"In the end, you just want to use me. Although my father chose my elder brother, I don't want to be accused of fratricide and patricide."
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhennan's lips twitched slightly.
"I'll kill them!"
Chen Zhennan's voice suddenly turned cold, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
The atmosphere inside the tent became even more tense. Qian Zihao's body trembled slightly, his heart filled with fear and unease.
Qian Zihao remained silent for a long time, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he was pondering something.
Chen Zhennan slowly stood up, walked silently behind him, and said in a low voice, "There is only one Prince Ning, but Ningzhou must be under my control. That is my condition."
Upon hearing this, Qian Zihao sat up abruptly, his eyes flashing as he stared intently at Chen Zhennan.
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you after I become the Prince of Ning? Don't forget, there are still 80,000 elite troops from Ningzhou outside."
Chen Zhennan clicked his tongue and whispered a reminder: "Although you have 80,000 elite troops, I have 800,000. To put it arrogantly, although I am currently surrounded in the formation, as long as I want to get out, no one can stop me."
Qian Zihao believed this, and the fact that Chen Zhennan was able to escape Ningzhou unscathed was the best proof of that.
After pondering for a while, Qian Zihao suddenly became interested and asked in a low voice, "Then, how can I sit on the throne of Prince Ning?"
His voice carried a hint of anticipation, as if he were searching for a path to the pinnacle of power.
Chen Zhennan smiled slyly, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, "Tonight, Ningzhou City will be turned upside down, and tomorrow morning a new Prince of Ning will be born."
"You mean you're going to take action tonight?"
Chen Zhennan gave a soft "hmm," squinted his eyes, and straightened his body.
"Qian Zihao, just wait here patiently. The fall of Ningzhou will be at midnight."
After saying that, Chen Zhennan turned and walked out of the tent, while Qian Zihao curled his lips into a smile, the fire of desire in his heart slowly burning, completely forgetting the feelings of father and son and brothers.
As I stepped out of the tent, the sun was already setting, and the dim sunlight shone on the Ningzhou city wall, making it look even more majestic.
"Pass down the word: we're taking the city tonight. Leave ten brothers to watch over Qian Zihao, the rest of you come with me."
Yan Shiyu nodded slightly, then turned and left.
At midnight, the night was dark and windy, and the moonlight was very bright.
Yan Shiyu left ten team members to watch over Qian Zihao, and then they all followed Chen Zhennan eastward.
"General, there are 80,000 troops outside. How do we get out?" Yan Shiyu asked in a low voice.
Chen Zhennan's lips curled up slightly as he slowly said, "If I didn't have some backup plan, how could I dare to let Qian Kun's 80,000 men surround me?"
As the two walked out of the military camp, Yan Shiyu suddenly discovered that the Ningzhou garrison that had been surrounding the east side had vanished without a trace, as if the fog had dispersed and the clouds had dispersed.
He was shocked to realize that Chen Zhennan's men were among Qian Kun's generals.
Chen Zhennan quietly led the special forces out of the military camp and silently arrived at the gate of Ningzhou City.
Yan Shiyu noticed the city gates were wide open and couldn't help but smile. "The commander-in-chief is truly meticulous."
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhennan shook his head: "It's because Qian Kun is brainless. He played a reverse empty city stratagem under my temptation. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to attack the city."
After saying that, Chen Zhennan's expression changed, and he said seriously, "No one is allowed to fire unless absolutely necessary. Take control of the Ning Prince's Mansion, capture Qian Kun alive, and hand Qian Zijing over to me."
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