Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 1031 - 1028 King of Yans Secret Talk Noble Lord

Chapter 1031: Chapter 1028: King of Yan’s Secret Talk, Noble Lord Perishes in the Sea of Fire_1

Chapter 1031 -1028: King of Yan’s Secret Talk, Noble Lord Perishes in the Sea of Fire_1

The imperial edict was delivered, but the generals of the southeastern garrison turned a blind eye. The 200,000-strong army remained motionless, treating the eunuchs who had come to deliver the imperial edict as if they were air.

At the same time, Ji Liuyun, as Little Kingfisher had predicted, visited the Yan Royal Mansion with the King of Yan’s secret envoy. In the city closest to the national capital Jiankang, Zhongdu, he held secret talks with the Lin siblings at the City Lord’s Mansion.

The agreement written by the King of Yan himself was clear at a glance.

They would join forces within the national capital Jiankang, working together to assist the Lin Clan’s army in breaking through the city gates, directly reaching the Imperial Palace, and annihilating the Beiqi Monarch.

The King of Yan would establish himself as king in the Four Southeastern Provinces, with Jiankang as the boundary, ceding the national capital and ten northern cities.

Both parties would sign a non-aggression treaty, lasting for one hundred years.

“Sister, do you think King Yan can be trusted?”

Lin Jinyu quickly glanced through the agreement, his eyebrows faintly furrowing, and then handed it to Lin Jinzhou.

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Lin Qingluo’s delicate, silky voice sounded clear in his ears: “According to the information received by the birds, he indeed has intentions of rebellion, occupying the southeastern coast, and declaring himself as king.”

Lin Jinzhou took a rough look at it, and tossed it to Lin Jinyun: “It doesn’t matter if he can be trusted or not. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll cooperate. If not, our army will still destroy him.”

Lin Jinyun read it carefully and gave a fair opinion: “From what I see now, this is the best way to conquer Jiankang with the least casualties.”

“Fourth Brother is right.”

Lin Qingluo agreed in her heart: “For an expeditionary army, a quick battle is the best strategy. To be able to take down Jiankang peacefully in a short period of time is undoubtedly the best plan.”

Lin Jinyu’s eyes shone brightly: “Sister, are you saying you agree to cooperate with him?”

“Yes.”

Lin Qingluo’s face turned solemn: “I’ll leave the specifics of the cooperation to my three brothers to discuss with King Yan’s secret envoy.”

“All right.”

The three brothers who doted on their sister replied unanimously: “Leave it to us, sister. You can rest assured.”

*

The southeastern garrison openly defied the imperial edict, and the Beiqi Monarch was furious, nearly spouting a mouthful of old blood and fainting on the spot in front of all the civil and military officials.

Imperial Guards stormed into the Yan Royal Mansion.

However, the once-luxurious and bustling mansion was already deserted.

As soon as the news of the Lin Clan’s army’s campaign against Beiqi had reached Jiankang, the King of Yan had taken his family members, disguised themselves, and quietly left the Yan Royal Mansion, secretly retreating to the southeastern coast.

Upon hearing the news, the Beiqi Monarch was furious and transferred his anger to the Noble Lord who had returned from Zhuo County.

That very night, a raging fire broke out in the desolate and quiet Cold Palace.

Both the Noble Lord and his former lover were buried in the sea of flames.

*

“Father!”

Lin Yixuan seemed to be witnessing the scene where the Noble Lord and Xinya clung to each other, drinking poison together, and being buried in the sea of fire.

Heartache tore at him, and he woke up from the nightmare, vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood.

“Awoo.”

Baoya was so startled that his soul nearly flew out of his body. He leaped off the bed and rushed into the main tent.

“Master, something’s wrong. The Little Prince is vomiting blood.”

The soft and milky voice clearly reached Lin Qingluo’s ears.

“Plop.”

Lin Qingluo’s hand shook as she flipped through the Chronicles of the Seven Kingdoms, the book falling to the ground.

The next second, she disappeared from the tent in a flash.

“Baoya, what happened?”

“Did something happen to Yixuan again?”

“Master, where are you going?”

Wang Meng, Feng Yi, and Shitou were all shocked and asked simultaneously.

“Awoo, awoo.”

Baoya was so anxious that he cried out, circling around the tent twice before rushing outside.