Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Although Ye Zhan is in charge of the capital, and Yin Zhong and his son are assisting him, the country still belongs to Ye Jingyu after all, and there are some things that Ye Zhan cannot interfere in.

Ye Jingyu has been out for several months. It would be unwise to give up the entire country for a corner of Lianyun Mountain.

Ye Jingyu held her soft little hand, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that and made Xuan'er worry for no reason. Since I have handed the capital to the emperor's uncle and General Yin, I should have believed in their abilities. This is the real top priority. Since the Lord of Feiyao has been reborn here, this will surely become the main battlefield. Once the martial arts world is defeated, how can the court's army deal with these extraordinary people with peerless martial arts?"

He sighed softly and said, "In fact, before I went to Beihai, I could not understand why they did not seek help from the court. Beihai has a military governor's office and garrisons. It was not until I saw those Dongliu people that I realized the gap between masters and ordinary people."

Yin Qingxuan deeply agreed with this.

"I also didn't understand it, and it was only later that I realized that with my grandfather's superb martial arts, if he used Feng Yiqin to fight against the enemy, I'm afraid that hundreds of people would not be able to touch the corner of his clothes."

"Yes, so there is no need to worry about the capital for the time being. Only if this place is lost, their power will spread to all places."

After hearing what Ye Jingyu said, Yin Qingxuan felt a little relieved. The little emperor's analysis made sense. If he left, it would greatly weaken their own strength. The energy of heaven and earth in his body seemed to have the ability to restrain the black shadow.

As the young couple was talking, a shadow of fog had appeared on the top of a mountain dozens of miles away.

Ten steps away, a group of people were kneeling on the ground respectfully. To their left stood Qinghui with fluttering sleeves.

"Greetings, Lord. We will do our best to restore our country and rebuild the glory of the Sky City!"

"You all get up."

The mist lifted up vaguely, and everyone stood up involuntarily.

"I didn't order you to come here, why did you rush into Silver City so hastily?"

The black shadow's voice was cold, revealing the majesty of a ruler.

Everyone immediately looked at Qing Hui, and the black shadow immediately understood, and waved his hand and said: "You retreat and heal your wounds. Before you are sure of victory, no one should take action, let alone act without authorization."

"Yes, my subordinates will be excused!"

Everyone stepped back a few steps and used their Qinggong skills to leave.

The black shadow looked at Qing Hui.

"Why?"

Qinghui bowed slightly.

"The Central Plains martial arts world is a formidable force. If we don't wipe them out when they are caught off guard, it will be difficult to win once everyone gathers at Lianyun Mountain."

He slowly raised his head and looked at the shadow.

"Now the opportunity is great. All the tribesmen should go here. The king should act decisively and seek a quick victory."

Wuying snorted and said, "Even if no one comes to rescue, Yincheng and Zifu will find it difficult to deal with it. Do you want to kill them by acting rashly like this?"

Qinghui still had a calm expression and a clear voice.

"Although these two places are major martial arts sects, there are only a few real masters. Since the Lord can fight with them, why not kill them one by one."

Wuying didn't say anything. His eyes were hidden in the black fog and his thoughts were difficult to guess.

Qing Hui took a step forward and said, "Is the king soft-hearted?"