The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

The two princes were the strongest contenders for the throne. Originally, it was a foregone conclusion that the third prince would become emperor. Even if the third prince died, the eldest prince would be his successor.

As for the remaining princes of the Western Emperor, they were either too young or had been given fiefs. The only ones who could lay claim to the throne in Shangjing were the eldest and third princes.

But at this time, they died at the hands of King Ling. This made Situ Yun and his sons a little confused about what King Ling meant?

"General Situ, since His Majesty passed away, the two princes have rebelled. I have put down the rebellion and executed six treacherous ministers. Now, our Great Western Dynasty is in danger. I do not want the Great Western Dynasty to be destroyed. I would like to ask Sir Situ for some help. Why don't we sit down and have a good talk?"

Prince Ling looked at Situ Yun and said.

Situ Yun looked at the other party with a flickering gaze. He did not agree, but did not refuse either.

"General Situ, I know that the King of Qin of Great Yan is not far from here, and he has an army of 140,000 following him. However, General Situ, do you really want my Great Western Dynasty to fall into the hands of others?"

"As long as General Situ is willing, I am willing to make Changle or Zhier the emperor. As long as my Great Western heritage is not continued!"

He stood up and bowed respectfully to Situ Yun with an extremely sincere attitude.

When Situ Yun heard this, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his eyes. The two people beside him looked at each other, with gleams of light in their eyes.

"Your Highness Prince Ling, please take a seat..." Situ Yun hurriedly stepped forward to support Prince Ling. He pointed to a seat beside him and said seriously.

When Prince Ling heard this, a smile appeared on his face. It seemed that his bet was right!

On the other side, Jiang Fan was sitting in his tent with Li Changle standing beside him, and Jiang Fan was drawing a blueprint of a steam engine.

Although he spent most of his time marching during this period, Jiang Fan would study steam engines whenever he had time.

He understood the principles of the steam engine, but it was still difficult to manufacture it with the current level of technology.

Jiang Fan drew the draft countless times, but after his own verification, he found that there were still defects in many places. Now, the rubber has been found, and Huaining has begun full cooperation with South Vietnam.

A steady supply of rubber will be produced, and now all that's missing is the drawings in Jiang Fan's hand.

Of course, the manufacture of the steam engine had to be demonstrated by him personally. After all, other people knew almost nothing about steam engines, and if any problems occurred, there would be casualties.

Li Changle on the side looked at the drawing drawn by Jiang Fan with some confusion, her eyes full of confusion. She didn't know what Jiang Fan was drawing.

But looking at the three-dimensional lines in the painting, although she couldn't tell what it was, the beauty and sense of regularity still filled her with curiosity.

She spent most of her time waiting on Jiang Fan and was almost inseparable from him. Even at night, she would sleep in the tent next to Jiang Fan.

She felt that what she liked most was watching Jiang Fan working seriously. Jiang Fan's focused expression revealed a charm that could not be ignored.

At this moment, she looked at Jiang Fan in a daze. In her eyes, there was only Jiang Fan. Seeing Jiang Fan frowning, she would feel nervous.

Seeing Jiang Fan smiling, she couldn't help but feel in a good mood.

At this moment, Zhong Ling walked in from outside the door. She glanced at Li Changle with strange eyes. But she quickly came to Jiang Fan's ear and whispered a few words.

Jiang Fan heard this, glanced at Li Changle, waved at her and said: "It's late, Seventh Princess, go down and rest!"

Hearing this, Li Changle looked at Jiang Fan in a daze with a hint of doubt in her eyes, but she still nodded obediently and turned to leave the tent.

Zhong Ling glanced outside the tent and said solemnly, "Just now, news came that ten people came out from Shangjing City and visited Situ Yun's tent at night. I heard that the person who went there was the Great Western Prince Ling! There was also news in the city that Prince Ling killed the first and third princes. He is in control of the entire Shangjing City."

When Jiang Fan heard this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes and his voice became a little colder.

"Can you find out why Prince Ling is looking for Situ Yun?"

Zhong Ling shook her head and said, "There were only Prince Ling, his two guards, and the three men from the Situ family in the tent. It is unknown what they talked about, but after talking for nearly an hour, Prince Ling left the tent."

Jiang Fan curled his lips when he heard this. Could it be that Zhong Ling would look so serious?

Prince Ling and Situ Yun and his son may have reached some kind of agreement. If Jiang Fan guessed correctly, the content of this agreement was probably aimed at him.

"Now, what should we do?! In my opinion, Shangjing City will surrender tomorrow. At that time, will our army enter the city?"

"But if we enter the city... We are in the capital of Daxi, I'm afraid it will be very disadvantageous for us. If we don't enter the city, letting Li Changle go back will only make her like a fish in the sea!"

"But if you follow me into the city, you will definitely be in danger!"

Zhong Ling looked at Jiang Fan with concern.

Jiang Fan frowned, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

If Prince Ling reached an agreement with Situ Yun and others, they would definitely think of a way to deal with him. If the army entered the city, it would fall into the opponent's trap. However, if the army did not enter the city, it would be impossible to control the Daxi Dynasty!

If Jiang Fan entered the city alone, he would be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth. But he couldn't just stay outside the city. If he wanted to control the entire Great Western Dynasty, Jiang Fan had to enter the capital.

"Since they want to fight, let them fight! Go tell Niu Wu and the others to let the 100,000 Zhoufu troops stay outside the city, and the 20,000 Lianyun Eighteen Villages and the 20,000 Huaining troops follow me into the city. The 1,000 white robe soldiers will be my guards! They will be by my side!"

Jiang Fan said with a faint smile.

In fact, he had already guessed that the Situ father and son would not surrender obediently. They had not dared to resist before because they knew they had no chance.

Now that they have arrived in Shangjing City, on their territory, the Situ family father and son should feel that their opportunity has come! After all, Jiang Fan is faced with the choice of either entering the city or not.

If they don't go in, then they will rescue Li Changle and her brother. As long as they hold the city, with 200,000 Jingnan troops and 100,000 imperial guards, it should not be a problem for the 300,000 troops to stop Jiang Fan's 140,000 troops.

After all, Jiang Fan came from afar and was in the Great Western Dynasty. Not to mention that the military strength was not proportional, even the supply became a problem.

Of course, they probably also thought about letting Jiang Fan enter the city. If all the 140,000 troops entered the city, it should not be difficult to encircle and kill the 140,000 troops with 200,000 Jingnan troops and 100,000 imperial guards!

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ling opened her mouth and wanted to say a few more words of advice, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back.

She knew she couldn't change Jiang Fan's decision. Thinking that Jiang Fan was going to take the risk, she could only risk her life to accompany him.