The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

Especially since Jiang Fan had experienced almost the same thing as her, she felt an indescribable closeness to him. She was deeply involved in it without realizing it.

Looking at the tenderness and sweetness between the two, it was impossible for her not to feel bitter!

"Your Highness is right...Changle has made note of it!" A complicated look appeared on Li Changle's face as she nodded in response.

At this time, in the Jingnan Army, Situ Yun and his two sons were gathered in the tent. The three of them had complicated expressions and did not seem happy about immediately conquering the capital.

In other words, they were filled with resentment at this moment.

They were only looking for a way to survive, but sometimes people's hearts are hard to predict. Maybe they have their own feelings for their country, or maybe they are unwilling to give up the wealth and glory in their hands.

The closer they were to success, the more they thought about the future. Although Jiang Fan did not explain it clearly, his meaning was obvious. In the future, Daxi would become a part of Dayan.

The 140,000 troops behind him were Jiang Fan's support. After they succeeded in the Jingnan Campaign, they would only serve as a favor to Jiang Fan.

"Father,...what should we do next? Once the Jingnan Campaign succeeds, will we be controlled by the King of Qin...Also, father, do you really want to see our Daxi become a subsidiary of Dayan? Or, become a part of Dayan in the end!" Situ Wuji looked at his father.

He didn't say all the words, but his meaning was clear.

He was worried that Jiang Fan would kill them after the Jingnan Campaign was successful, and he was even more worried about the future of the Great Western Dynasty.

"Yes, father, we should have made plans earlier! While that kid hasn't reacted yet, why don't we..." Situ Wushuang made a throat-slitting gesture.

Situ Yun glanced at his two sons coldly.

"Do you think Jiang Fan is a fool even though he is famous in Dayan? Do you know why he keeps Changle and Zhier by his side? If we attack him, do you think Changle and Zhier can survive?!"

"Unless we don't care about their lives, we will always be controlled by others!"

Upon hearing this, Situ Wuji and Situ Wushuang's expressions froze for a moment, with a look of unwillingness in their eyes.

"But are we really going to hand over the Great Western Dynasty like this? If so, wouldn't we become the sinners of the Great Western Dynasty? Even if Changle becomes the empress, how will the people of the world think of her?"

"Yes, father, we were the ones who conquered cities and territories along the way. How could Jiang Fan just sit back and reap the benefits?"

When Situ Yun heard this, his eyes flickered slightly.

"With our capabilities, even if we have an army of 200,000, we are afraid that we will not be able to fight against the 140,000 Yan troops. We will make plans after we capture Shangjing!"

"Besides, our family is in his hands now, and it's not the time to take action!" He shook his head and sighed.

At this point, his eyes gleamed with murderous intent as he said, "However, if we enter Shangjing City, our chance will come! No rush..."

The father and his two sons looked at each other, with a gleam of light in their eyes.

The next day, the snow stopped. It had been snowing all day, and the snow was half a foot thick. For a march, half a foot of snow would affect the soldiers' pace.

Moreover, the Jingnan Army was not well prepared for winter clothing, and the soldiers moved much more slowly in the freezing cold.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Situ Yun thought again and again, and finally decided to attack the city. If it continued like this, and if the snow fell heavier, the 200,000-strong army might suffer heavy losses.

It is better to attack the city as soon as possible and capture Shangjing City as soon as possible so that they can enter the city earlier. Compared to the cold outside the city, the temperature inside the city is relatively much higher.

Two hundred thousand troops set out and arrived at the city in half a day. The army surrounded Shangjing City.

Jiang Fan's 140,000 Great Yan troops marched out in an orderly manner. The soldiers wore inner linings made of woolen cloth. Even though the clothes looked thin, they did not feel cold.

The army camped a few miles away from the Jingnan Army and did not participate in the siege. With the Jingnan Army helping them capture the city, Jiang Fan certainly would not let the Dayan Army take action.

The purpose of the army entering Dashi was to intimidate others, not to help others fight.

Of course, if the Situ father and son had chosen to stop him at that time, he could only deal with the Zhenxi Army and then attack the cities one by one.

Jiang Fan chose an optimal observation point on a nearby high mountain and looked towards the city of Shangjing from afar through the telescope.

On the walls of Shangjing, the Imperial Guards could be seen guarding the city walls. A war could break out at any time, and the Jingnan Army had already begun preparing to attack the city.

Various siege weapons were being assembled, and outside the city there was a depressing and murderous atmosphere. The cold weather made the entire Shangjing City fall into silence.

The first day of siege had not yet begun. The army needed to rest and assemble siege equipment. Of course, the most important thing was to persuade the enemy to surrender.

At the same time, in the palace, the Great Western Emperor was breathing out more than he was breathing in, and was on the verge of death at any time.

The third prince was guarding his bedroom, his eyes full of fear and anxiety. The 200,000 Jingnan troops outside the city were approaching and were ready to attack the city at any time.

But this once-arrogant prince has long lost his former high spirits and his own opinions.

The Great Western Emperor struggled to get up, but he had no strength at all, and even had difficulty speaking.

"Father, Situ Yun's 200,000 troops are already outside the city. What should we do? Father, please teach me!" The third prince kowtowed desperately to the Emperor of Dashi.

Looking at his son in such a terrible state, the Dashi Emperor's eyes were filled with disappointment and regret.

How could he have been blinded in the first place, to let such a despicable son be his heir? Faced with the crisis, he didn't even have the courage to deal with it.

He wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and at this moment he lost all his breath. He coughed a few more times before finally returning to his senses. He died just like that!

Seeing his father die with his eyes closed, the Third Prince was so frightened that he rolled backwards and almost peed himself on the spot.

The eunuchs and ministers around them looked at the unbearable Third Prince and couldn't help shaking their heads. They were filled with disappointment. This was the heir chosen by their emperor.

Daxi is dead!

At this moment, there were sounds of armor outside the palace, followed by the sound of weapons clashing, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

Inside the palace, the faces of the ministers changed slightly, and everyone looked outside the palace. The Third Prince came to his senses at this time, with fear in his eyes. He stood up and quickly ordered the soldiers guarding the palace to go out and check.

There were nearly a thousand guards under his command guarding the bedroom. Who would dare to attack him at this time?

Before the soldiers could get out of the hall, they flew back, and then countless soldiers rushed in.