Rebirth As Richest Lady: Coddle Regent

Ten days later, thirty kilometers outside of Dijing City, at the Tea Wine Store.

There were only two tables in total. The Marquis of An Le, who was beaten up, and a few of his subordinates squeezed together a table. The white-clothed youth had a picturesque appearance and took one of them for himself, while the dishes were placed on the table. He ate in a relaxed manner while the rest of the soldiers around him did not put him in his eyes at all.

It was even bigger than a lord!

Cao Gao Lang's subordinates all said unhappily, "Master Hou, are we just going to let him be so rampant?"

"He wants us to rush to the Dijing day and night, we can't even breathe!" From the Changping County to the Dijing, that was a journey of nearly a month!

"He wants to be a vegetarian for being filial. Why wouldn't he let us eat meat?" We haven't seen any meat in a full ten days! "Master Hou!"

The subordinates complained.

Cao Gao Lang's face was ashen, but he could not say anything.

What else can I do? To dare make a move, this lord will raise his sword and stab you right in the heart, how can you be compared to Xie Heng?

This was a Little Tyrant who had just intercepted a hundred thousand Steel Cavalry of Great Jin!

It was not as if Cao Gao Lang had never thought of using underhanded methods, but Xie Heng acted as if he had eyes on the back of his head.

An Le Hou had lived in the Dijing for so many years, what kind of formidable person had he not seen before?

Yet, he was completely suppressed by this youth who had yet to become the champion.

One of his subordinates advised in a low voice, "Once we enter the Dijing, it will be Xie Heng's death date. Master Hou, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Only after enduring for a while will you be able to make a name for yourself …"

Just as Cao Gao Lang was about to speak, the youth at the next table sneered with a face full of ridicule.

Instantly, the dozens of people went silent.

Cao Gao Lang slammed his hands on the table angrily: "Xie Heng! This marquis sees you as a dying man, so I won't bother with you on the way! Once we enter the Dijing, we'll see how you continue to be so arrogant! "

"Then let's see who dies first."

Xie Heng curled her lips slightly, her eyes filled with disdain.

"You …"

Cao Gao Lang's anger was stuck in his throat. His face turned red like a pig's liver, and he almost lost his temper.

The group of people did not dare interrupt him. When Xie Heng made his move, he actually acknowledged his enemy!

No matter who it was that displeased him, all his anger was directed at the Duke of An Le. Without a word, he beat them up.

After the beating, the youth asked with a smile that was not a smile, "Continue?"

Over ten days passed in a row.

They were all trying their best to pretend that they were dumb and couldn't help Duke An Le in any way, so they tried their best to make sure that he didn't get beaten up too badly.

Cao Gao Lang was in an even worse situation. He was clearly going to escort the prisoners to the capital, but the result was that he was like a condemned prisoner that had been exiled for three thousand miles. His body was full of wounds.

While everyone was busy giving Cao Gao Lang some time to get angry, Xie Heng had already climbed onto the prison cart at the side.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Xie Heng galloped his horse from Changping County to Dijing. The youth had good stamina, most of the time was for him to rush in front, while the An Le Marquis and his gang followed closely behind. But as he was about to enter the Dijing City, he, he …

He went up by himself?

Cao Gao Lang froze for a moment, then almost stomped his feet, "Lock!" Lock the prison cart for this marquis! "

Duke An Le's follower trembled as he approached the prison cart. For a long time, he didn't dare to make a move.

Xie Heng leaned on the prison cart, not even lifting his eyelids.

The retainer's hands trembled. He had failed to lock the door several times when he tried to do so, and it took him a long time before he managed to do so. Cold sweat was dripping down his forehead.

Cao Gao Lang gritted his teeth in anger, jumped on his horse and whipped it, "Enter the city!"

At the same time.

A gray carriage rapidly approached from the distance, and only after almost colliding with it did it slow down. Gradually, the carriage and the prison cart arrived at a distance of ten steps away from each other.

The people on the horse carriage lifted the carriage's curtain and looked at the young man.

The ruthless Xie Heng also saw the other party. His eyes slightly moved and he could not help but sit up a little.

Cao Gao Lang and his lackeys thought that Xie Heng was going to make a mistake again, and immediately stood on guard as if they were facing a great enemy.

However.

However, when the gentle breeze brushed the curtain of the carriage, only the young girl's elegant face remained. Before the crowd could clearly see who was inside, the horse had already left in a cloud of dust.

Xie Heng frowned, and lightly shouted: "What are you dawdling for?"

Everyone retracted their gazes and brought the youth, who had completely deteriorated their relationship with each other, to the capital.

With the onset of winter, the weather became even colder, the fog gradually dispersed, and the sky was also gray.

When the morning assembly had just ended, the officials who had serious expressions were all walking over, discussing amongst themselves, "The Duke of An Le has sent a letter saying that he's taking that traitor to the capital in the next two days. Should we kill him or not?"

"The Great Jin soldiers are strong and strong, they killed a hundred thousand people, how can we just let it go like this? If only he was killed, then Great Jin and Great Yan would stop the war. If he had to let a city go, sigh … "Kid, you don't know the depth of your words!"

The audience had been discussing this matter for many days. The Great Jin King had been killed by an unknown young master, and the few sons under the ground had almost killed their way to the Dijing.

The court officials were all anxious, the emperor could not sleep after this either. It was not easy to get hold of this person's Dijing, how he was going to deal with him was another big problem.

"Chief Minister Wang!"

It wasn't easy for everyone to wait until the Chief Minister Wang, who was left behind for the emperor to talk, came out before they hurriedly surrounded him. "What does the emperor mean by this?"

"What should we do with him?"

"Chief Minister has always been the one that his Majesty has relied on the most. How can we make a decision in this matter, I ask Chief Minister to give me some pointers!"

The Great Yan had been weakened for a long time, and the good relations between these people and their neighbors had all come and gone one after another. Now that there had been such a huge conflict with the Great Jin, everyone's heart was in turmoil, afraid that they would run out of life if they didn't handle one properly.

The old chief attendant who was in his sixties shook his sleeves, "When everyone arrives, everyone will naturally know what the result will be."

Everyone cursed at the old fox in unison, before cupping their hands in front of the palace gate and bidding their farewells.

It was at this moment that Den heard the sound of drums upstairs.

The faces of some of the court officials changed, "Did the drum sound?"

Ever since the establishment of the Great Yan, any grievances which were reported to have been tried personally by the Emperor, must have been extremely shocking. Of course, no one else dared to come.

This was the first time since His Majesty ascended to the throne.

The first assistant, Wang Zhicheng, listened for a moment before his aged face suddenly sank.

Everyone looked up and saw a young lady dressed in white standing on top of a tall building. The northern wind blew wildly, causing her black hair to fly in the wind.

The sound of the drum rose higher and higher until it reached the heavens.

Someone asked in a low voice, "What is going on? How dare this woman attack Dengwen?"

The face of the Ministry of Punishments Assistant Minister at his side was the ugliest. No matter what happened, he would have to bear the blame.

Wang Zhi Cheng looked at the young girl for a moment, then sighed, and muttered to himself: "This Dijing City, is going to become chaotic in the end."