"drive!"
In Chang'an City, several carriages rushed out of the city gate.
Several large flags were placed on the top of the carriage, displaying the Chinese characters on the flags as they fluttered in the wind.
Without any obstruction or any customs clearance procedures, the carriage rushed along the official road.
"Your Highness, it is too risky for you to go to Lingnan in person!"
On the carriage, Wei Qing, who was driving the carriage, whispered to the excited young prince.
"If we can't patrol even the small Lingnan area, how will we be able to patrol the world in the future!"
The prince waved his hand nonchalantly, indicating that Wei Qing did not need to dissuade him any more.
Although he is young, he is not a child from an ordinary family.
Only by possessing enough wisdom, strength, and character sooner can he securely take the position of prince.
Emperor Jing had trained him a lot, and even opened important permissions for him, but the prince knew very well that many things were just superficial.
His current advantage is that he is young and highly nurturing.
But once the growth potential is insufficient, Emperor Jing will make other plans, not to mention the impeachment of Zhou Taiwei and others.
He has not grown to the point that Emperor Jing needs, and it is difficult for him to inherit the throne.
Whenever other princes perform outstandingly, the prince's position may change unknowingly, just like his unqualified predecessor.
"Wei Qing, you also need to work hard!"
The prince didn't have many die-hard loyalists. If he wanted to find someone who would be loyal and dedicated and capable of shaping him, he could only reluctantly find his own coachman to train him.
Wei Qing was the first person he trained.
As he moved forward quickly, the prince hoped that Wei Qing would not fall behind.
"Thanks to His Highness, Wei Qing will be loyal and dedicated throughout his life!"
Wei Qing held the riding whip and responded with an extremely calm voice.
It was difficult for Wei Qing to guarantee that he would be capable in the future. He could only move forward step by step and try to increase his talents so that he could repay the prince's kindness.
A servant like him should not have received such heavy training. The prince's favor for him really surprised him at first.
When being instilled and cultivated with huge resources, he can only try to walk as fast as possible and become more useful, instead of just limiting himself to catching the carriage.
He thought about it all night last night and even discussed it with his sister.
The two finally concluded that the prince was too short of people.
Otherwise, the prince would not have sent even the carriage driver to Princess Yangxin, nor would he have had the carriage driver like Wei Qing devote royal resources to her training.
"Your Highness, what do you think of Zhang Qian?"
As if he remembered something, Wei Qing cautiously made a recommendation to the prince.
"Zhang Qian?"
"Zhang Qian is very young. He comes from the Western Military Region. He should be a talent under training under General Cheng Bushi!"
"oh?"
"But Zhang Qian's training in the military should be very limited, otherwise he would not have joined Chang'an to gain credit!"
"It's possible!"
"I have been observing Zhang Qian these days. Although his cultivation level is not high, he is extremely calm when faced with danger. He should be a malleable talent!"
"It's rare to hear a recommendation from you, I will consider it carefully!"
The prince commented with interest.
Zhang Qian was a talent in the Western Military Region, and even more so in the imperial court.
To be recommended by the steady-tempered Wei Qing, Wei Qing must have discovered Zhang Qian's strengths.
This advantage should be able to better supplement the talent vacancies under the prince's command.
For the prince, it would take a long time for him to ascend the throne at the age of thirteen, but if he puts in ten years or even longer, a talent must have been cultivated.
A low level of cultivation is not a shortcoming, but it makes it easier for the prince to train him.
Compared with external conditions such as cultivation, temperament and other qualities are what the prince values more.
But one thing Wei Qing didn't understand was that the people the prince was currently cultivating were limited to die-hard factions.
The resources in his hands are not unlimited and can only be limited to a few people.
The prince could not train Zhang Qian at the moment, but he remembered Zhang Qian's name and did not regard Zhang Qian as an ordinary border general.
The horse and carriage galloped down the official road, and the prince's eyes narrowed slightly.
Emperor Jing's teachings came to his mind, and he silently recited the contents of several secret books in the secret library.
Different from ordinary practitioners who learn one move after another, he needs to be familiar with these contents until he is no longer familiar with them before he can practice.
By holding everything in his chest, practice will not be difficult for him.
The pass for ordinary people to practice does not pose a difficulty in the face of the powerful supply of the royal family.
On the contrary, the more he lays down the basics and the longer he practices in the initial stage, the further he will go in the smooth sailing practice thereafter.
A dynasty needs to be strong, and the leader cannot be weak.
He touched his waist, and when he found that the psychic jade for tempering his body had been given away, the prince smiled dumbly.
"It's better not to have such foreign objects!"
He doesn't care about loss, but thinks that this kind of loss can make him feel ordinary preciousness.
Only when he has been in a normal state for a long time and is instilled with cultivation resources can he feel a more rapid improvement.
In terms of cultivation concepts, he is mostly the same as Emperor Jing, but he also has a small amount of self-understanding.
"The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. How can a sword without sharpening be called a treasure?"
His slightly narrowed eyes stared at his smooth, jade-like palms.
This is a body that has been nourished by psychic gems for several years, but this is not the body he wants.
His body needs training.
Just like this trip to Lingnan.
Only by practicing step by step can he continue to become stronger through training, instead of becoming a 'canary master' who only relies on his advanced cultivation realm to achieve strength.
The prince glanced at Chang'an City in the distance.
In his eyes, Emperor Jing was obviously a 'canary master'.
Everyone knows that Emperor Jing is very powerful, but everyone can give an answer to how strong Emperor Jing is.
It may be stronger than the masters of the top schools, it may be difficult to find an opponent in Chang'an City, or it may be able to compete with the Holy Lords and Supreme Beings of major holy places.
But there are no answers.
No one dared to come to Chang'an City to test Emperor Jing's background, and Emperor Jing also stayed in the palace for a long time and never spoke to the outside world.
Emperor Jing is getting older, but Emperor Jing, who has a reputation of being powerful, cannot achieve any results.
The prince did not want to be such a king.
In his imagination, he believed that a true king needs to fight.
Whether it is externally or internally, only one performance after another can prove its strength.
This kind of power can deter domestic gangsters and make foreign invaders abide by the rules.
"I can't go your way!"
The young prince was sitting on the carriage, with endless ambition and aspirations in his eyes.
In the distant Weiyang Palace, a roll of white cloth hung high, and the white cloth showed the prince riding a carriage.
Emperor Jing looked at the prince for a long time.
"My son is not as useless as me, that's good!"
From the prince's eyes, Emperor Jing saw a successor whose temperament was completely different from his own.
But that was who he once was.
Once upon a time, he was so young, and the look in his eyes was no different from that of the prince.
"You must keep it up!"
He grasped the sword at his waist tightly.
After thinking for a few seconds, Emperor Jing turned his attention to one side of the palace.
"I also ask the emperor to take over the affairs of state for me for a few days!"
"Your Majesty, don't worry!"
Behind the screen on one side of the palace, an emperor wearing a dragon robe stepped out.
His appearance is exactly the same as Emperor Jing's, but his eyebrows are a bit more melancholy than Emperor Jing's.
As he stepped out, his melancholy quickly dissipated, and his eyes showed the same indifference and indifference as Emperor Jing.
"I'm leaving!"
Emperor Jing nodded.
He chanted "I am the greatest in the world", a ripple rippled slightly in the air of Weiyang Palace, and Emperor Jing's people had disappeared without a trace.
