" If Zhou Kunlun finds out that you're in the city, I'm afraid…"
Che Ru immediately stopped talking and didn't continue.
" I was afraid he wouldn't come." Chen Beixuan smiled.
This hatred had been suppressed in his heart for 20 years. It had either rotted or fermented even deeper.”
"Besides, isn't he the saber in King Qingyang's hand?”
At night, Chen Beixuan lay in bed and smiled at the thought of his journey.
Along the way, he did not hide anything and was extremely high-profile. On one hand, it was because of his own personality. On the other hand, he wanted to cooperate with his father.
Chen Kui wasn't young anymore. He didn't know how many more years he could be the Northern Region King, so he had to clear the obstacles for his son and make preparations.
Those who wanted to kill him would definitely not miss the opportunity on this trip. Regardless of whether they succeeded or not, the power behind them would be settled by Chen Kui, or even exterminated.
This was Chen Kui's method to pave the way for his son. It was simple but effective.
If he didn't make a move this time, he wouldn't dare to make a move when he became the Northern Region Lord in the future.
After going south this time, all that was missing was a hereditary imperial edict.
Therefore, he provoked the King of Qingyang in Xiangyang City to see if the King of Qingyang had the guts to get rid of him, a mortal enemy.
Although King Qingyang was also a king, he was not hereditary. After his death, his son could only be a marquis.
However, if the Northern Region Lord had a royal edict, Chen Beixuan would be the only one to be conferred the title of King, and he would be a King with a different surname!
None of the nobles in the palace wanted to see such an outcome.
In the end, there was only one king with a different surname in the Zhao family.
If Chen Beixuan had any other ideas, he might have to change the owner of the land.
Therefore, it was important to get rid of Chen Beixuan.
But now, it seemed that it was not that important.
This was because the imperial edict of hereditary succession had not been issued yet.
What Chen Beixuan didn't know was that the Northern Region King had already left Longzhou City and headed straight for the capital.
He wanted to give his son a hereditary title and at the same time, add fuel to the fire so that those who could endure it would not be able to endure it.
In this way, it was clear who the enemy was and who he did not have to take to heart.
Chen Kui could be said to have put in a lot of effort for his son.
Chen Beixuan was still thinking about what he should do in Xiangyang City.
After all, there were still a few days before the Xiangyang Sacrifice.
The next morning, Chen Beixuan woke up early.
Early morning was the best time of the day. He sat on the bed and breathed, circulating the Genuine Qi in his body for ten cycles before getting up.
He felt that the inheritance of the Sword God seemed to have fused even deeper.
Perhaps one day, he would directly step into the Profound Finger Realm.
When he walked downstairs, Lian Yang hurriedly came up to him.
"Your Highness, there is a secret letter."
Chen Beixuan looked at the caller and saw that it was his father.
In the letter, Chen Kui said that he had already gone to the capital and told him not to worry.
At the same time, it also told him not to have any misgivings.
This trip was just a formality. Hereditary succession was definitely within his grasp.
Chen Beixuan did not know where his father got his confidence from, but he still chose to trust Chen Kui.
"Heh, I didn't expect dad to be faster than I thought. Come, let's go out and eat.”
Chen Beixuan waved his hand.
They left the relay station, found a breakfast shop that was lining up at the entrance, and walked in.
When the others saw that they were dressed in luxurious clothes and had a general by their side, no one dared to stop them.
After breakfast, they strolled around the city.
Because the Xiangyang Sacrifice was about to arrive, the city seemed to be much livelier.
This time, Chen Beixuan's mood was completely different from the last time he came to Xiangyang City. The last time he came to Xiangyang City, he wanted to find something to eat, but this time, he wanted to find something to mess with.
While they were walking on the street, Chen Beixuan saw a palanquin.
The palanquin was covered with a white mink fur coat, making it look very imposing.
There was a thin and weak scholar in the sedan chair.
At this moment, there were a few children playing on the street. They did not notice the arrival of the sedan chair and blocked the middle of the road.
The servant in front of the palanquin laughed sinisterly. He walked over and raised his saber to slash!
This scene frightened the pedestrians by the roadside.
In a flash, a figure directly sent the servant flying.
It was a young man with a broken sword on his back. His hair was tied up behind his head, making him look like a gangster on the street.
However, it was this little hooligan who saved the two children.
He patted the two children's heads.
"Go, go play on the side."
The two children were still in shock, but they still ran away in a hurry.
The servant who was sent flying ran back angrily.
"How dare you? Do you know who this sedan chair belongs to?”
The young man scratched his head." I'm sorry. I really don't know. They're just two children. Why would you use a knife on them?"”
"Use a saber? Not only do I have to use a knife on them, but I also have to use a knife on you!”
The servant who was sent flying roared angrily and slashed down with his saber.
The young man hurriedly dodged. It could be seen that he had practiced a little, but it was very shallow.
He had only sent the servant flying by surprise.
At this moment, he was retreating step by step and was in a dangerous situation.
The servant laughed sinisterly. Just as he was about to look at the young man, another figure flew out and gently pulled the young man, dodging the knife.
Miao Fangfang was the one who attacked. She was dressed in Miao decorations, which stunned the young man.
Miao Fangfang smiled slightly. She was obviously enjoying this kind of gaze. It was not like the prince could not see her.
"Little brother, you must be careful. Don't get hurt.”
The young man patted his chest." Little lady, don't worry. How could I be hurt?"
I just didn't want to hurt him. Can't you see that I didn't even move my sword?”
Of course, Miao Fangfang could tell that this young man's kung fu was very shallow, but she did not expose him. After all, it was the prince who asked her to help.
"I say, why do you still have this temper? You always brag when you see beautiful women.”
The young man was just boasting when he suddenly heard this familiar voice and was stunned.
He slowly turned around and saw Chen Beixuan's bright smile.
"F * ck, it's really you, kid. Not bad!”
The young man came up to Chen Beixuan and gave him a big hug.
The man was Hua Yue, a friend Chen Beixuan had made after traveling for three years.
The two of them had similar tastes and soon became close friends.
They had stolen sweet potatoes and little girls 'chickens together.
They were also squatting by the street, discussing the figures of the young ladies passing by.
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