Chapter 100

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Chengyun Hall, Qin Wang Fu, Chang'an.

Li Zicheng was receiving the envoy from Liaodong in the stables of the Wang Fu.

"This is a small token from our Son of Heaven for the Chuan Wang; please accept it with a smile."

Seeing the tall, fine horses before him, Li Zicheng was already grinning from ear to ear.

Before the armored chariot appeared, warhorses were always the most important resource on the battlefield.

And the most important reason Li Zicheng could be chased by mere thousands of Ming troops with tens of thousands of his men was simply that he had far too few beasts under his command.

This was not to say Li Zicheng had no cavalry.

Rather, in terms of logistics, the beasts Li Zicheng could call upon were pitifully few.

The few horses he had were all pulled onto the battlefield and formed into cavalry.

Who would be willing to use them to transport grain or weapons!

This batch of warhorses from Huang Taiji undoubtedly solved Li Zicheng's pressing emergency.

During this period.

As Zhu Youjian and Huang Taiji clashed to the death in Liaodong.

Li Zicheng's days could be described as extremely comfortable.

Just a few days ago he had obtained Chang'an, and now he had gained so many warhorses.

The current Li Zicheng would have loved nothing more than to ascend the throne right here in the Qin Wang Fu.

Li Zicheng held a horsehair brush, stroked the horse's back a few times, and asked with a beaming smile.

"Speak; what does your Son of Heaven intend for us to do for him?"

No sooner had the words left his lips.

The envoy before him immediately clasped his hands with a face full of flattery and said.

"Your Highness speaks nonsense."

"Although my Son of Heaven has already assumed the imperial title."

"My Son of Heaven is the Son of Heaven beyond the passes."

"Some time ago, the Imperial Astronomical Bureau observed the Purple Star dimming, and the Guest Star showed great potential to enter the Purple Palace; thus he suddenly realized that the fate of the Zhu Ming has ended, and Your Highness is the true master of the Mandate of Heaven in the Central Plains!"

"The Son of Heaven gifting horses to Your Highness is nothing more than following the Mandate of Heaven and establishing friendship with Your Highness in advance!"

"Now that 0.3 warhorses have been delivered, this humble envoy should take his leave!"

Hearing the envoy's rainbow flattery.

Li Zicheng immediately grinned from ear to ear.

The key point was that Huang Taiji actually asked Li Zicheng to do nothing.

He got thirty thousand warhorses for free!

Li Zicheng's eyes had already narrowed into a single line.

"Good! Good!"

"Even if that Huang Taiji has good judgment!"

"Someone, escort this honored envoy for this King!"

"Yes!"

Just after the Qing envoy was sent away.

Li Zicheng clearly heard the sound of people wailing for the dead on the streets of Chang'an.

Hearing this.

Li Zicheng's brows tightened.

He asked in a low voice, somewhat displeased.

"Which family is holding a funeral that has come all the way into our royal palace?!"

Before the words were finished.

A sound of hooves came from outside the Wang Fu.

A close Personal Guard ran straight up to Li Zicheng.

"Your Highness, the Old Qin Wang has returned."

Hearing this, Li Zicheng's heart immediately trembled; ignoring the warhorses nearby, he hurriedly asked.

"The Old Qin Wang has returned?!"

"How many troops did the Old Qin Wang bring back this time?"

The Personal Guard lowered his head and said.

"He didn't bring a single person."

Hearing this, Li Zicheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then isn't he coming to die? If he's back, he's back."

The Personal Guard raised his head, looking at Li Zicheng with words on his lips but unspoken.

After a long while, he lowered his head and said.

"Your Highness, you had better go take a look immediately."

Li Zicheng didn't even lift his eyelids, looked again at the horse nearby, and clicked his tongue.

"Why should we look at him? An old vegetable."

"But, the Old Qin Wang brought more than ten thousand coffins..."

Li Zicheng's hand froze, and then he turned his head, asking in disbelief.

"What?!"

87, The Great Ming Imperial Clan Buried in Their Homeland!

Li Zicheng, sensing something was amiss, walked toward the inner city.

When Li Zicheng stepped out of the Wang Fu.

The entire Chang'an was already draped in white mourning.

Large numbers of rebel soldiers had gathered at every city gate.

Li Zicheng mounted his horse, rode out of the city, and immediately saw the old Qin Wang, Zhu Cunji, waiting outside with over ten thousand coffins.

Along the way.

The python robe on Zhu Cunji was already caked in mud.

Li Zicheng stared coldly at Zhu Cunji and asked.

"Old Highness, are you not afraid of death?"

Zhu Cunji said blankly.

"All thirteen thousand-plus children of my Qin fiefdom died in Liaoxi."

"Only this old skeleton of mine remains; what is there to fear about death?"

As soon as Zhu Cunji finished speaking.

Before Li Zicheng could open his mouth, the rebel soldiers behind him were all stunned and stood frozen in place.

Even Li Zicheng asked in disbelief.

"These... these coffins are all?"

Zhu Cunji slowly raised his head, looked at Li Zicheng, and said.

"They are all my Zhu family sons who fell in battle in Liaoxi."

Having said this, the Great Ming Qin Wang, Zhu Cunji, actually slowly clasped his fists before Li Zicheng and pleaded.

"Please, Your Highness, do us a favor and allow our Zhu family children to rest in their ancestral home for a few days before being interred in the ancestral mausoleum."

"We fear our Zhu family children might get lost outside the pass..."

The nation has fallen, Shanhe remains; Chang'an has changed hands.

Look again at the more than ten thousand coffins behind him.

As he spoke these words, Zhu Cunji could not help but choke up.

"If Your Highness can allow my Zhu family children to be interred in the ancestral mausoleum, then this old man, with his body nearing the end of its days, is ready to be killed or flayed at Your Highness's discretion!"

Right before everyone's eyes, Zhu Cunji, clad in his python robe, slowly knelt down before Li Zicheng.

At this moment, Zhu Cunji had long since cast Great Ming and Qin Wang from his mind.