As Wen Qiang watched the Grand Prince fall into a fantasy of hemming and hawing, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes, it was true that the princes of the Wanxiang Kingdom were all a bunch of trash, only capable of mindless rage.
But for the sake of his plan, Wen Qiang still said respectfully.
“Congratulations to His Highness, ah no, the future Majesty.”
“How dare you, thanks to Mr. Wen Qiang being by my side, it’s almost like Han King Liu Bang with Xiao He.”
The Grand Prince smiled as he walked down and grabbed Wen Qiang’s hand, the two were like close friends at the moment.
But both of them knew very well that if the other had not still had use for them, they would probably have been cast aside immediately.
As Wen Qiang watched his hand being grabbed by the Grand Prince, a look of disgust flashed across his eyes.
Even such a person dared to call himself Liu Bang.
Soon after, the Grand Prince gathered a large number of his naval forces to head for the Bali River behind the sacred mountain of Pasha.
In order to conceal himself from the public, the Grand Prince ordered his men to lower the national flag on board the ship and replace it with the flag of the Great Qu Merchant Alliance.
The Royal Palace of the Wanxiang Kingdom.
Avis knelt respectfully at the window to report the news to his father, Jiayuan I.
At times Jiayuan I frowned, at others he nodded slightly, a smile on his face.
Looking down at Avis, who was a little rusty but still reporting word for word, Jiayuan I waved his hand for her to come over a little.
The second princess Avis was always a brat to anyone, and only in front of Jiayuan I was he as good and quiet as a girl.
“Avis, if you were to become the king of the Wanxiang Kingdom, would you have confidence?”
Avis froze and looked at Jiayuan I, his father, who was already dying of old age, with some disbelief.
“My son, I have no confidence.”
Avis bowed her head and said the words, she was just a second generation who ate and drank and did not have to worry about anything, she did not know how to rule the country.
“No harm, no harm …… you still have enough time to learn all this ……”
Avis looked up at Jiayuan I with some incredulity.
“Father, let’s not talk about whether I can do it or not, the eldest brother, the third prince ……”
Avis did not say the sixth prince, even in her opinion, the sixth prince had no possibility of winning at all in front of the great and third prince.
“Avis, I am still the emperor, your brother and the others will not be able to turn over the sky!”
Jiayuan I’s words were full of confidence, the confidence of a monarch in himself.
“One of these days you will now be in the middle of the palace looking at the memorials that are being presented from all over the world.”
Avis nodded silently at Jiayuan I’s words, not knowing when the young girl had begun an inexplicable transformation, the bloodline of the Jiayuan clan was gradually awakening.
Sooner or later, she would become an emperor comparable to Jiayuan I.
In the midst of the piles of folders, Avis, somewhat rustily, began to tally the taxes, the situation of the inhabitants, and the damage caused by natural disasters and so on.
Jiayuan I looked at Avis with joy in his eyes, feeling that he had found a suitable successor.
The Bali River behind the sacred mountain of Pasha, the Grand Prince had not even thought that when he went out, he would be stolen from his home by his most unexpected second sister.
“Mr. Wen Qiang, we have reached the back of the Basha Divine Mountain, what do we do next?”
Wen Qiang responded as he looked at the large mountain towering in front of him.
“Have all naval forces aim all of their main guns as well as their secondary guns at twenty-four degrees south latitude, and fire in three minutes in unison.”
Wen Qiang’s orders were pa*sed down the line in an orderly fashion, and the main guns on dozens of battleships were aimed at a point on the sacred mountain of Basha.
Thirty seconds ……
Twenty seconds ……
Last ten seconds ……
“All hands, fire!”
Wen Qiang’s yell rang out through the intercom, and in an instant the ear-splitting, disorienting sound of cannon fire rang out as the upper white rounds headed towards the God of Bashan.
The attack was on!