Restart your life and dominate the global economy

Outside the west gate of Shengjing.

A total of more than 100,000 people from the government and the people welcomed the Holy Emperor.

This is a big scene caused by the prince.

As the representative of the civil servants, Wu Jinyan neither stopped nor agreed, and allowed the prince to do whatever he wanted.

The sky is filled with dust in the distance.

The rumble of horse hooves shook the ground.

A large group of golden-armored cavalry opened the way for the holy driver. Standing behind Prince Wu Jinyan were all the children of aristocratic families, including civil and military officials, waiting eagerly.

Chen Hao was among them, expressionless.

Mr. Fan took his close subordinates to Qingzhou and sent letters three times a day to report Mr. Fan's physical condition to Chen Hao, who was in charge of the Supervision Department.

Duke Fan's life is long gone.

Chen Hao felt heavy about this.

It's not that he is sentimental. In the two years since he came to this world, Fan Wenbing has treated him well and sincerely supported and trained him.

Anyone with any conscience would not want such a boss to pass away.

Tens of thousands of cavalry escorted the holy driver as he approached the west gate of the holy capital.

The prince waved his hand, and for a moment the drums and drums sounded.

"Congratulations to my father on his triumphant return!"

The prince took the lead in bowing and shouting.

The others kowtowed after the prince and shouted in unison: "Welcome to your majesty for his triumphant return, long live long live long live!"

The shouts shook the sky.

The large group of cavalry leading the way was divided into two, and the emperor's chariot drove out and came to the prince in a leisurely manner.

The prince's forehead was on the ground, motionless, showing his humility.

"In the battle of Yunling, hundreds of thousands of soldiers died, and the two gods of war fell. The whole country should be mourning, but you created such a festive scene. How do the people in the world think of you, the prince?!"

Emperor Yongxing's stern voice came out of the carriage.

The prince couldn't help but panic, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hurriedly said: "Father, I know my mistake, please punish me!"

The other people kneeling on the ground felt that the emperor was really angry and did not dare to breathe.

"Go back to the East Palace and think about your mistakes behind closed doors."

Emperor Yongxing wanted to put the prince into confinement.

All the officials from the prince's family were worried.

A sign of deposing the prince?

Some people think wildly.

This thought also flashed through Chen Hao's mind.

An emperor with a deep palace often gets angry suddenly on such occasions, which often implies a deep meaning or some purpose.

Just like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty in China, he only replaced a plaque in the palace, and the officials below understood that he was dissatisfied with the prince and the queen.

Chen Hao then thought that the emperor was also seriously injured. It seemed unreasonable to target the prince at this time.

But Emperor Yongxing was by no means an irrational emperor.

When things go wrong, there must be monsters.

Just when Chen Hao was thinking about it, Emperor Yongxing said again, "Is Bai Shaocheng here?"

"Chen is here!"

Chen Hao abandoned his distracting thoughts and quickly walked out of the queue and came to the carriage, waiting for Emperor Yongxing's orders.

"Wen Bing was injured in the carriage behind. He was seriously injured. You take Wen Binghui back to the Supervision Department and take good care of him. I will ask the best imperial doctor to use the best medicine to keep Wen Bing alive."

Emperor Yongxing's tone was heavy.

To extend Fan Wenbing’s life.

Everyone present understood what this meant, and many of them chuckled.

"Yes!"

Chen Hao had learned about Fan Wenbing's condition five days ago, but he was still feeling extremely heavy at this time. He walked towards the carriage behind him.

The kneeling people, including the prince, hurriedly made way for the Holy Driver.

Fan Wenbing's driver and escort left the group. When the Holy Driver entered the city, the people who greeted him dispersed and the people from the Supervision Department gathered around.

"Don't crowd around the carriage, go back to the Supervision Department first." After saying this, Chen Hao got into the carriage and saw an extremely weak and haggard Fan Wenbing.

Two maids were taking care of Fan Wenbing who was lying down.

"You guys go down."

Chen Hao ordered the maid.

Although the carriage's compartment is large, it seems a bit cramped for four people.

The two maids got out of the car.

Chen Hao sat next to Fan Wenbing.

The powerful official who had suppressed civil and military officials for more than ten years for Emperor Yongxing, making countless people jealous and even fearful, was about to die.

"Fan Gong..."

Chen Hao held Fan Wenbing's hand and felt Fan Wenbing's injury.

Fan Wenbing opened his eyes, slowly turned to look at Chen Hao, struggled to squeeze out a smile, and said, "I didn't expect... to... see you, kid..."

"You'll get better."

Chen Hao comforted Fan Wenbing, but at the same time he sensed that there was terrible energy in Fan Wenbing's body, corroding Fan Wenbing's internal organs, meridians, eight meridians and even his soul.

The energy formed by his black liquid will produce similar effects when it penetrates into the body of a powerful vampire.

"I have the Blood Queen's blood in my body, which cannot be resolved. I know very well that I won't live long."

Fan Wenbing showed no sadness or unwillingness.

Perhaps speaking was too energy-consuming. He closed his eyes, took a moment, and then said, "Even if I die, my death will be worth it."

"Mr. Fan, rest in peace and don't think too much." Chen Hao advised Fan Wenbing.

"Everyone is mortal."

After Fan Wenbing said this, he seemed exhausted and stopped talking.

Everyone from the Supervision Department escorted Fan Wenbing's carriage into the city.

Inside the city.

Countless people kowtowed to the holy driver along the road and shouted long live the mountain.

Emperor Yongxing in the car felt that such a scene was inappropriate, but he did not let the guards disperse the people.

Retake the Yungling defense line.

Drive away the vampire army.

In the eyes of the people, this makes the family and country more peaceful, which is a victory.

As for the losses in this battle and how many people died, it has nothing to do with them. It is a matter for the princes and the emperor to worry about.

Emperor Yongxing understood the simple thoughts of the people.

Unfortunately, I am afraid it will be difficult for him to make Daxia better and more peaceful in this life.

After thinking about it, he took out a pill from the exquisite wooden box, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, with a solemn expression.

The Holy Emperor enters the palace.

The prince returned to the East Palace.

A group of imperial guards surrounded the East Palace.

The maids, guards, and eunuchs in the East Palace were all terrified.

In the main hall of the East Palace, the prince looked ugly and was pacing back and forth, thinking: Is his father, who has never been very close to him, going to abolish him?

Wei Jun, the leader of the East Palace guards, walked into the hall, clasped his fists and saluted, "Your Highness, this is a secret message from the Blood Clan!"

The prince was shocked and immediately took the secret letter, opened it and read it confidently, his expression changing, uncertain.

"Father, I am injured, and the injury is not serious." The prince could not help but murmur, holding the secret letter in his hand and pacing again.

It's waiting.

Still taking risks.

The prince thought and weighed it.

Wei Jun was about to speak but stopped.

"Go back."

The prince stood still and asked Wei Jun to step back.

"Your Highness, this opportunity must not be missed before it comes again!" Wei Jun couldn't bear it anymore and sent a message to the prince to tell him what he was thinking.

As a close confidant of the prince, his fate has been bound to the prince.

If the prince is deposed by the emperor, his fate will most likely be tragic.

The prince frowned and said nothing.

Wei Jun became anxious and said again: "Rather than just sit back and wait for death, it is better to rise up and give it a try!"

"Be brave, get out of here if you don't want to die!"

The prince glared at the message.

Wei Jun reluctantly saluted and exited the hall.

The main entrance of the hall was closed, and the prince picked up a vase and smashed it on the ground. He hated himself for not having the courage to resist at this time, and chose to sit back and wait for death.