Chapter 414: Black Makes You Look Slim

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Chang Li continued: "Just like that, this time His Highness, upon hearing that Chen Hu had been titled king, still wouldn't give up, and went to besiege Fan Yang; after the pain settles, he still thinks about the pain, but he still managed this meddling affair."

His Highness said, "No matter how great the danger this time, he will still handle it."

The subjects of Fan Yang and Peng Cheng are all subjects of the Bai Li clan; Peng Cheng's subjects may have been deceived by Chen Hu into doing wrong, but it is understandable, and they can be given another chance.

He said only the Northern Border can save Peng Cheng and Fan Yang!

His Highness finally overruled all objections and sent troops south to suppress the rebellion; this general also did not disgrace his mission; now Chen Hu has been eliminated, Peng Cheng is already free, and the prefecture's office is being managed by the Wu clan. I hope everyone will live well from now on.

"Farewell!"

Among the street-side watching crowd, an old man immediately knelt down to kowtow to the Snow Cavalry, then faced north to kowtow to the Great King.

The Snow Cavalry had all left the city gate, but the old man still knelt on the ground, weeping.

His son was initially beaten to death by Chen Hu's subordinates for refusing to join the rebel army in revolt; his grandsons were later conscripted into the army, the youngest only thirteen, but fortunately they are all alive, and this time they have all been released.

Upon hearing these words, feelings of gratitude and emotion surged together in his heart; the old man wept in the street, tears streaming down his face.

The Northern Border King is such a responsible and good person! It's a pity he came late; his eldest son is already gone. But he now knows that they are not easy either; this is not their fiefdom, yet they came despite the risk to save them—anyway, having come is good, having come is good.

Even the Snow Cavalry's own people were dumbfounded; knowing that Chang Li usually speaks little, he is the type who insists on saying one word and refuses to say two.

Probably his deputy commander's gaze was too striking; Chang Li raised his hand to show him the densely packed little notes on his palm.

"What is this?"

"The central idea given by the Great King."

Deputy Commander: ……

Just saying this style seems a bit familiar!

The Great King only regretted that he couldn't see the scene; he entrusted the matter to Chang Li and still felt reassured, being an old general.

Not seeing him, he completely gave up and diligently served as his well-digging envoy.

Wherever the Great King goes, he can dig out a great spring there—you say, isn't that miraculous?

Anyway, now half of the onlookers think Ling Yin's move is almost divine, while half think the Great King is blessed.

Yes, this summary is also very politically correct.

The party soon left Youzhou and entered Yizhou's territory; the Great King brought out a troupe of lively little cabbages, which have now all been dried into spicy pickled cabbage, each either bright red or dark black, except for himself.

The Great King touched his still fair face, utterly puzzled: "Why am I still not black?!"

Liang Ben almost burst out crying with a "wang" sound: "Your Highness, this is killing hearts! Look at what I've turned into— the coal of Tong Shui is whatever color I am! When I go back, my grandmother might not recognize me!"

The Great King wondered: "Is the grandparent-grandchild bond that fragile?"

Liang Ben: "……Your Highness!"

The Great King declared righteously: "Of course! Your grandmother will only feel sorry for you, because being black makes you look slim!"

Liang Ben: "……Could it be that I've really become thin? Who wouldn't lose weight after such torment? My grandmother likes me because I'm fair and tender, looking well-behaved, which is essentially different from my father and elder brothers……"

"Ugh!"

"Yue!"

Before he finished speaking, Wei Shen and the Great King together made vomiting gestures, making Liang Ben so angry he flopped onto the ground and lay still.

"Just treat me as dead; please, Your Highness, don't bother with me."

At this moment they were looking for a shady spot to rest at noon; Liang Ben lay on the ground pretending to be dead. Seeing this, Xie Shu also followed suit and lay down. Heaven knows, he looked even more exhausted than Liang Ben. He thought that following the Great King out would be to serve in the Northern Border King's honor guard, mighty and blessed, and also to travel around other states to broaden his horizons. These days he has suffered more than Liang Ben— at least Liang Ben had stayed at Shanggu Pass, coming from a military family, so he was somewhat tough; unlike him, his world has collapsed.

The Great King got up and kicked Liang Ben: "Are you dead?" Liang Ben feigned death and didn't move. Then he kicked Xie Shu: "Are you dead too?"

Xie Shu dared not not answer the Great King's question, hesitating: "……Yes."

The Great King laughed: "Someone, burn them both! My rule is that corpses must be burned in hot weather!"

The two who were dead bounced back up, feigning corpses on the spot……

Xie Tu was utterly speechless: "You guys really aren't tired at all." He had been sun‑exposed all morning, head dizzy and swollen, just wanting to lie there motionless, but these two still had too much stamina.

Coincidentally, the two idiots jumped up to make way for him; Xie Tu moved to sit beside the Great King. "Your Highness, as a commoner I have felt much along the way. Earlier, during my travels for study, I met mostly similar people, visiting learned scholars everywhere, never having contacted the lowest‑level commoners. This journey following Your Highness I have learned a great deal, knowing the hardships of the lower classes……"

Blah blah a lot, he spoke for a full ten minutes of reflections—no wonder he's the acting chief editor of the news agency.

A bunch of spoiled rich kids nearby were dumbstruck; the Great King listened with satisfaction.

The Great King kicked Liang Ben again: "Look at you, your sense of awareness is getting farther and farther from the carriage."

Xie Tu, you have this understanding, proving you haven't wasted your sunbathing—go sit in the carriage this afternoon! … You've also gotten quite dark, take care of yourself, don't return to Youzhou or your fans will drift away! Your face, it's useful.

Liang Ben: "……Can it still be like this?"

Xie Tu: "……Suddenly I don't want to ride in the carriage. Because he probably knows what fans mean."