Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

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Like a cooking pot turns on the rabbit once the hunting dog catches it.

In the ruthless imperial family, Richard dared not speak up for William XII anymore. How much could conscience possibly be worth in this world? To risk one's own life for someone already dead seemed utterly unworthy of consideration.

Outside the royal palace, people still grieved for the Grand General of the Royal Court who had died in battle.

Within the palace, however, Peter XVI had already coldly abandoned William's family. Once General Max returned, the William Family would undoubtedly be doomed.

"Richard, how many years have you followed me?"

Peter XVI quickly shed his indulgent demeanor, composedly returning to the hall.

"Twenty-two years."

Richard counted carefully in his heart, fearing he might misspeak by even a year.

"Not easy, it's been twenty-two years."

"Since I took the throne at twenty-four to now, a full twenty-two years, I've never dared to speak a word of truth to someone. Sometimes I cursed him—wishing he'd die soon, but when he actually was gone like that, I found I wasn't accustomed to it at all."

As Peter XVI looked up at the sky, his profound eyes seemed lost in thought.

Silence!

Richard didn't join the conversation, nor did he dare; when the king was contemplating, he couldn't tolerate any interruption.

"Issue a decree to appoint Pharaoh Tisis as the national advisor."

"Additionally, how to direct the public's anger towards Xuanyuan Nation will be your task to manage."

Two commands!

Richard immediately obliged, one left him puzzled, the other made him slightly furrow his brows.

"The Blood Demon originated from Xuanyuan Nation, that matter is not difficult. As for the losses in the south, with Little William's forces over ten thousand men depleted, does Your Majesty intend to shift the main battlefield to the south, and have a major battle with the forces of Xuanyuan Nation's Northern Border?"

All along, the main battlefield for Mingbei had been in the west.

A shift of the main battlefield was no trivial matter. After decades of fighting and plundering, many countries in the west already loathed Mingbei to the bone, vigilant against any opportunity they might seize.

Furthermore, Xuanyuan Nation was by no means an easy bone to chew.

Richard's greatest concern was that there were still many small states in the south. If Mingbei mobilized its troops in large numbers to the south, it would make these small states anxious about their safety, ultimately driving them into the arms of Xuanyuan Nation.

"Of course, we must have a major battle!"

"Otherwise, with more than half a million men dead, where should the suppressed anger of the people be vented? This is a scarce opportunity. You should make arrangements for more youths to join the military, to be embraced by our Royal Court."

"As for when to fight, that's not for us to decide just yet. The later the battle, the better, but unfortunately, the Outer Battlefield is about to open soon, so you should clearly understand my meaning."

Peter XVI looked at Richard, who, as a monarch, always thought first and foremost of maximizing his own interests.

It wasn't easy!

Loyal Richard had followed him for twenty-two years, but when Max returned, someone eventually had to face the public's questioning.

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In the Northern Border, the Northern Border Army stationed along the Gesang River withdrew.

Here they had stayed for four full years, day by day, month by month, guarding the blue skies and land to the north of Xuanyuan Nation, watching for attacks by the Mingbei Barbarians.

However, the first thing Ye Feng did after winning a battle was to order a continuous retreat, falling back three hundred miles.

In the middle of the great plains, they chose suitable terrain and began to build a city.

Building a city was not about constructing a Great Wall, but creating a secure refuge for a million Northern Border Soldiers on the vast plains. They would no longer need to worry about blizzards, be troubled by surprise Barbarian raids, or stand guard in the central area, ready to face any attacks.

All this, just to prepare the future Northern Border Army.

To advance or retreat at will!

"Sire, once this city is built, we'll have solidly moved our nation's boundary out by three hundred miles,"

The mighty Northern Border Army retreated along the way.

And the First Legion led by Xiao Chuanqi was ordered by Ye Feng to stay behind for the rearguard task. As the Northern Border Camp lessened by forty percent, the dry ground was quickly re-covered by fresh snowfall.

How many people in the future would know?

That this ground once had a million soldiers who, undaunted by the bitter cold and arduous tasks, stood their ground night after night, swearing to watch over the Northern Border skies.

"That's not quite right; we help those who need help,"

Ye Feng gave a wry smile—this surely sounded like the intent to extend territory, didn't it?

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But truly, that was not his intention!

From the beginning, after Ye Feng had quelled the Feudal States in the north, he only wanted to cut off the southward march of the Barbarians. But as battles waged on, who would have thought he'd end up at the Gesang River, almost pushing into the Barbarians' lairs.

"Is the King worried about any criticism?"

"A true man does what he must and refrains from what he must not. Being at peace with Heaven and Earth is all that matters. I've always believed you are the best Northern Border King,"

This praise was not simple flattery.

Xiao Chuanqi didn't tell lies. In fact, he never lied and always said what was on his mind. In the midst of the snowstorm, both men showed a touch of melancholy.@@novelbin@@

They were about to move—that parting was difficult to bear!

"I may be in your eyes, but in my heart, it's the Old Northern King,"

Ye Feng shook his head with a laugh.

Without the insights shared by Cao Yi about the Old Northern King, who had always guarded within the national border, Ye Feng would never have known the earth-shattering deeds he had done.

His choice not to wage war wasn't due to lack of will or power, but simply because it wasn't necessary.

"It's a pity that we can't witness the Old Northern King's presence any longer,"

Xiao Chuanqi remarked with a sense of lamentation.

Sighing at the world's helplessness, as the waves of the Yangtze River push forward the waves ahead, new generations always overtake the old.

There was one thing Xiao Chuanqi had to acknowledge: it was the Old Northern King who had bolstered the Northern Border Legion, but Ye Feng was the one who had honed it into an even sharper blade.

"Three days from now, come back to the capital with me,"

Ye Feng remained silent for several minutes before finally speaking.

Some grudges, some accounts, it was time to settle them!

Moving the Northern Border Army back by three hundred miles was imbued with many intentions in the mind of Ye Feng. The most basic one was that even if the Barbarians rose to invade again, he would have ample time to respond.

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"Okay!"

Xiao Chuanqi burst into a hearty smile.

"Little Martial Uncle, you finally have time to visit us."

Dragon Nannan's comment upon entering the door instantly made Ye Feng's face turn red.

Indeed!

The half month of strategizing and fighting had left them hanging here without a word, which was somewhat inconsiderate.

"You're not going to run off without a word again, are you?"

Hong Qingyan put down the medicinal book in her hands, her gaze slightly cold.

"Not this time!"

Ye Feng declared with absolute certainty, knowing what Hong Qingyan was upset about.

"What are you doing?"

In a moment of distraction, Ye Feng had already arrived by Hong Qingyan's side.

"Come with me to the capital."

Without waiting for a response, Ye Feng swept Hong Qingyan into his arms and then added:

"Nannan, hurry and follow."

Outside the tent, horses were already prepared. Ye Feng leapt onto a horseback in a single bound, and the next instant, Dragon Nannan likewise mounted another horse.

"Giddyup!"

With a crack of the whip, hooves pounded into action. Everything happened so fast that Hong Qingyan felt a bit dizzy, and it wasn't until they had run some distance that she came to her senses and said:

"Go back, I haven't packed my things."

However, Ye Feng didn't listen to her at all, wrapping one arm securely around her waist and said with a laugh:

"You don't need to pack anything, rest assured that nothing will be left behind. I'll bring everything to you."

What a joke!

Does she not realize who her husband is? The Northern Border Queen need not trouble herself with such trivial matters.

"Little Martial Uncle, let's race to see who's faster. The loser must agree to do one thing for the winner that's not too difficult."

By his side, Feng Yuan was in the front, and Dragon Nannan was behind, both sharing one horse.

To Ye Feng's annoyance, it was Dragon Nannan who held the reins. Despite her tiny frame, her horsemanship was no less skilled than his own, which made him frown even darker as he watched where her other hand was placed.

"Okay!"

"The riverbank thirty miles up ahead is the finish line. The first one there wins."

Ye Feng declared loudly. There was no way he would lose to a child, right?

"You're definitely going to lose!"

As soon as the words were out, Dragon Nannan's horse nearly soared into the air, galloping wildly on the snow. Ye Feng was dumbfounded; he hadn't even finished speaking.

You're already cheating!

"Haha!"

"My dear husband, do you know whom in this world it's almost guaranteed to win against when betting?"

Hong Qingyan teased as she watched Ye Feng at a disadvantage.

"Who?"

Ye Feng asked, perplexed.

"It's Nannan, of course. Didn't you know that she almost always loses when she bets?"

It was obvious.

Hong Qingyan and Dragon Nannan have been getting along very closely these days. Ye Feng shook his head to indicate he was unaware.

"I bet they'll get lost."

Hong Qingyan said with gleeful anticipation.

How bad is Dragon Nannan's gambling luck?

According to her, even if she played dice with someone else who rolled three twos, she'd end up with lower numbers without fail.

"By the way, their horse looks like it's flying over the snow. Is their horsemanship really that amazing?"

As the two of them disappeared out of sight in the blink of an eye, Hong Qingyan was full of questions. She turned to Ye Feng, as though asking:

Why is yours so slow?

"Their horse is a Pegasus."

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Feng immediately leaned in to kiss her. He could say,

That both of their cultivation levels were enough to completely overpower his?

I don't believe you at all!

Hong Qingyan, sitting on the horseback, wanted to resist, but soon gave in, letting Ye Feng have his way. So you only bully me because I'm no good at martial arts, huh?

Tonight I'll ask Nannan to sleep with me!

The wind continued, snow drifted, but Ye Feng's horse trotted slower and slower. He didn't care about the bet—what did it matter if he lost? This rare moment for just the two of them was better savored slowly.

A journey that should barely take ten minutes was stretched into half an hour by Ye Feng's slow pace. Leisurely, the two of them arrived at the bridge.

Sure enough!

Not a shadow in sight. Glancing at the positioning device in his hand, Ye Feng finally believed Hong Qingyan's words—Dragon Nannan and Feng Yuan had indeed gotten lost.

"Could it really be that she always loses when she bets?"

Ye Feng said with a resigned smile, turning the horse around to search for the two.

"Are you silly? They don't know the way, so of course they'd get lost running that fast."

What 'always loses when she bets'!

With Dragon Nannan's shrewd nature, only those who trusted her would end up losing everything.