Chapter 1426 - 343: Tread to Annihilation

Chapter 1426: Chapter 343: Tread to Annihilation

The flag has been raised.

Afterward,

Prince Jingnan appeared in front of the soldiers with Lord Zheng, who had achieved new merits again.

The ban on alcohol was lifted, and another round was opened.

In no time,

the masses cheered!

But in fact, the alcohol prepared for lifting the ban had already been prepared here, and only half was distributed initially. By issuing it in two rounds, it had a better effect.

Then, Lord Zheng returned to his tent to rest.

Lying on the blanket, Lord Zheng opened his eyes and stared at the dark spots on the top of the tent.

His nap was too full, leaving him without any sleepiness now.

He understood Elder Tian’s intentions.

The flag not falling signifies that Yan will remain Yan, and the iron cavalry of Yan will continue to charge under the Black Dragon flag’s lead.

But with the flag here and the Yan State name here,

it does not mean that if Lord Zheng truly desires in the future, he won’t be able to act.

The Tian Clan replaced Qi,

yet the state name did not change, did it?

What Elder Tian wants is a promise, and this promise is quite broad.

Turning sideways,

Lord Zheng rested his head on the pillow, his eyes open, looking towards the tent entrance.

A Ming sat there keeping watch, though keeping watch in the King’s Tent was unnecessary.

Yet Lord Zheng did not invite him to come in and sleep.

"My lord, can’t sleep?"

"Can’t you sleep either?" Lord Zheng asked in return.

"I’m used to sleeping in my own bed."

The coffin was gone, leaving a sense of sadness.

In the folk tradition, elderly people prepare their coffins before passing; once prepared, it gives them peace of mind. Even if it sits unused for seven or eight years, seeing it brings comfort.

The coffin was a symbol for A Ming, and it also held more practical value compared to those elders.

"I want to visit Qian State."

Lord Zheng said.

A Ming smiled and said, "You should check it out."

The topic came to an end here.

Because his tent was too close to the King’s Tent, those with exceptional hearing could hear even whispered conversations. If Prince Jingnan wished, he could hear everything clearly.

Hence, some topics were inconvenient to discuss.

Lord Zheng lay down again and started counting sheep.

Unexpectedly,

he actually fell asleep.

Upon waking, he found the sky still dark.

A Ming remained seated at the tent entrance, meticulously filing his nails with a small rasp.

"What time is it?" Lord Zheng asked.

"My lord has only slept for three hours," A Ming replied.

"Sigh."

It was still a while until dawn, yet he truly couldn’t fall back asleep.

Just then, Zheng Fan noticed a group of guards delivering the memorandums from various departments from last night.

Lord Zheng simply got up, washed up, and arrived at the entrance of the King’s Tent.

The guards at the door recognized Lord Zheng and allowed him in without any obstruction.

Inside, Lord Zheng saw the memorandums previously delivered, stacked on the rack at the entrance, and below them were three calming talismans sent by Drunk Immortal Weng.

Lord Zheng pulled out the talisman papers and tucked them into his boots.

The chest was absolutely not a place for them.

Then,

Lord Zheng moved the memorandums to the table where he sat.

He then turned and approached the command chair to pick up the candlestick.

Prince Jingnan was sleeping there, eyes closed.

Of course, Lord Zheng was aware that Elder Tian would surely sense his presence.

Lord Zheng didn’t bother to drape the blanket over him,

because if Elder Tian suddenly opened his eyes when the blanket was being covered,

it would result in an awkward moment of eye contact.

Life isn’t a TV drama; it needs practicality, doesn’t it?

He’s a martial artist, and Elder Tian is even a peak martial artist. Even if Elder Tian were thrown in the snow for a night, he wouldn’t catch a cold. Why bother with the blanket?

However, driven by curiosity, Lord Zheng took a few more glances at Elder Tian with his eyes closed.

Honestly, Lord Zheng was quite confident in his own appearance.

In the past life, he wasn’t bad-looking; it’s just that his family environment affected his personality significantly. Even though he later earned money by creating comics, he ended up living like a complete recluse.

In this life, after martial arts training and experiencing grand occasions, he managed his image quite steadily.

Plus, his inherently decent looks;

otherwise, would Xiong Liqing choose him if he were truly like Li Kui?

But Elder Tian...

Although commenting on another man’s appearance might feel odd,

Elder Tian’s looks were undeniably remarkable.

Being a direct descendant of the Tian Clan, his genetic heritage was remarkable.

Why do families of nobility often have handsome men and beautiful women?

Family conditions make a difference — successive generations can choose the best partners, leading to superior genetics; not being good-looking is hard.

And about the aura, well, it’s beyond description. Riding atop a Pixiu, forcing thousands to retreat — that’s beyond mere presence.

Even his hair, all white,

makes one feel a bit of sympathy.

From deep within, Lord Zheng held great respect for Prince Jingnan.

Thus, he always felt that Elder Tian could live without so much exertion, a person like him revitalizing and empowering his family wouldn’t be difficult.

Even standing against the Yan Emperor or Earl of North Border, initially, the Yan Emperor held righteousness, and the thirty thousand iron cavalry of North Border posed a threat, yet Prince Jingnan could patiently wear them down, challenge them, even retreat first and then advance, wouldn’t the world open wide?

Yet, wine grows fragrant with age.

And men must go through experiences to mature.