Lancang Kingdom.
The mountains were in ruins everywhere, and the ragged pro-Vietnam clan alliance and the pro-Awa clan alliance finally chose a truce.
The royal capital.
"Father, during this period, merchants from Ava and Yue have built a large number of markets in our country."
"But just yesterday, they sold a large number of private villas and other properties in the market to Ming businessmen."
"Now, our country's internal production is almost completely abandoned, and more than half of the supplies for people's lives come from Ming merchants. Not only that, this proportion is still increasing."
Prince Mo Sentai held a report, his hands shaking slightly.
People will always grow. After this period of chaos, Mo Sentai's learning of the emperor's mind is also growing.
A group of qualified cold-blooded princes has been rapidly growing up.
He gradually understood the deep meaning of all the choices made by King Faang before.
King Faang did not choose to send troops to attack either of the pro-Awa and pro-Vietnam parties, because neither Ava nor the Yue Kingdom could defeat the Lancang Kingdom.
In particular, with local clans as pawns, the Buddhist army established by King Faang based on Buddhist beliefs will no longer have the home field advantage.
Therefore, King Faang not only did not choose to suppress, but even deliberately chose to balance the power of both parties.
Coincidentally, without any prior discussion, King Fa'ang actually made the exact same choice as Xiao Han behind the scenes.
In the view of King Fa'ang, the balance between the two families is not unacceptable. With checks and balances from both sides, the Lancang Kingdom will still be the Lancang Kingdom. But if the Qin family is dominant, then the Lancang Kingdom can be said to be the same. It exists in name only.
Therefore, he chose to sit on the sidelines and balance in secret.
Not only did it not cause resistance to Xiao Han's move layout, but it also helped.
After all, the thoughts of both parties were united at that moment.
It's just that one is on the surface and the other is in the atmosphere.
"What!"
King Fa'ang, who was already old and somewhat in a trance, couldn't help but exclaimed after hearing Mo Sentai's words.
"Original, it turns out, is that so?"
"Ha ha!"
"Hehehehe!"
In an instant, King Faang suddenly became energetic, his waist was no longer sore, and his legs were no longer painful.
At this moment, the Ming Dynasty finally saw the problem, and King Fa'ang finally figured out the problem.
It turns out that he just thought he was the chess player in control of the situation, but in fact, he was just like a clown.
The Ming Dynasty closed the net, and all previous situations were instantly broken. King Fa'ang seemed to see that the entire Lancang Kingdom had fallen into a big hand.
Can't break free, can't escape.
Perhaps, everything he did was actually meaningless, but the feeling that he had pushed his kingdom into the abyss with his own hands made King Faang extremely painful.
In all walks of life, the Ming merchant family dominates and controls almost all important materials in Lancang. So, how can the Lancang Kingdom escape from the control of the Ming Dynasty?
How could it be possible to break free from Daming's control?
King Fa'ang seems to have foreseen five things that Lancang people will definitely not be able to avoid in at least a few decades to come.
Birth, old age, illness, death, Ming Dynasty!
Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he is already dead. Once he leaves, under such circumstances, it is impossible for the young Mo Sentai to control the situation of the Lancang Kingdom.
Those clans who were beaten in rags found out about his fall, and they would definitely not let go of this clan that had almost nothing except weapons, and they would definitely not let go of their royal family that still had its heritage.
You know, the weapons Xiao Han imported to the Lancang Kingdom were better than the Buddhist soldiers under his command.
With business in the hands of the Ming Dynasty, the support from Ava and Yue was cut off, and the Lancang clan who supported both sides lost their original position.
At this time, they had strong soldiers and horses, but had nothing, and they could be called gamblers with red eyes.
The royal family is a fat and fat piece of meat that can no longer defeat them. Those wolf-like clans will never let it go. Their demise is only a matter of time. If they continue to die for two generations, it is already a doomed outcome.
"Dad, what should we do?"
Mo Sentai pursed his lips and looked pale.
"Lost, lost."
"I never thought that my Lancang Kingdom would end in my own hands."
"Tail, go get pen and paper."
King Fa'ang turned over and sat up, even his rickety back sat straight at this moment.
He wants to make the final decision for his kingdom.
He could not accept that his Lancang Kingdom II died, or in other words, the first life existed in name only.
"Dad, do you want to personally issue an imperial edict, send troops to rectify Lancang, clean up foreign forces, and rebuild our Lancang universe?"
Mo Sentai's eyes couldn't help but shine when he saw the suddenly radiant King Fa'ang.
Since childhood, King Fa'ang has been Mo Sentai's most admired person. He fought for half his life and won the clans into submission, creating the first dynasty on this land!
This feeling, for Lancang people, is that of Qin Shihuang of Lancang.
If Mo Sentai is left to face it on his own, Mo Sentai will be helpless and the building will collapse, unable to recover.
However, he felt that as long as his father, the legendary King Fa'ang, was willing to leave the mountain, then Lancang could still be the same Lancang, and the royal family could also be the same Lancang.
"Create the world again?"
King Fa'ang looked at Mo Sentai with his cloudy eyes and suddenly smiled, but tears flashed in his eyes.
"Tai'er, this world has changed, and no one can change it back."
"Write that Lancang, a neighboring state in the south, was originally a tributary vassal to the Ming Dynasty. It accepted all the terms of vassalage. All it wants is to be the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, to be certified and canonized, to obtain the golden seal, to rule the people thousands of miles away, and to defend the territory of the Ming Dynasty."
Cloudy tears fell from my eyes. I thought back to those days when I was full of high spirits, fought thousands of miles, conquered all the way, my robes were stained with blood, my feet were made of bones, and I finally captured millions of mountains and returned to Lancang. How magnificent was that?
Now, time has passed and his era has finally come to an end.
They lost, they had lost too much to the Ming Dynasty. They once thought that the mountains were strong and the heroes in the world could do nothing to defeat Lancang.
Throughout the ages, the descendants of King Fa'ang can still stand proudly on the top of the mountain and watch the changes in power from generation to generation.
It has been like a dream for decades. When I wake up from the dream, I suddenly realize that the mountains and rivers are dangerous and can block the general trend of the weather, but they should not be turned away by the people.
After this defeat, he was convinced.
Submitting to the Ming Dynasty was the only way he could think of to keep the royal family alive.
As for the descendants behind them, how to regain power and how to rectify Lancang.
It was no longer something that King Fa'ang could think about anymore. He knew that with this death, it would be even more difficult for Lancang to rise again than it was for him, the founder.
He can only do so much about Lancang. If there is a talented and strategic king in the future, he will break free from the shackles. If they are all mediocre kings, loyal to the Ming Dynasty forever will be a way to survive.
"father!"
After listening to King Fa'ang's words, Mo Sentai dropped the pen he raised to the ground. He turned his head and stared at his own revival.
He couldn't believe it. He didn't believe that his father, who had conquered the world and spanned millions of mountains, would actually say such words and ask him to surrender to the Ming Dynasty.
"Dad, could it be that... you are not even able to save Lancang anymore?"
Mosente's lips trembled.
"Powerless, yes, I have been powerless for a long time."
"Xiao Han, the British Duke of the Ming Dynasty, unified the country and Xiao Fengxue. He was in his prime, majestic and heroic. If I were still young, I would naturally dare to compete with him."
"Unfortunately, time waits for no one."
"While the powerful enemy is at its peak, I have lost my eyebrows."
"How can we be so powerful?"
"If you give me another sixty years, the world will be turned upside down!"
"It's a pity, it's a pity. It's too late. My deadline is approaching and I can't do anything."
"But Tai'er, I can't worry about you, and I can't worry about Lan Cang."
"Your experience is still shallow, and you are not a match for those people. If you fight rashly, it will just make my royal family disappear from now on."
"Lower your head to the Ming Dynasty. At least Lancang is still there. Is the royal family still there? It can also give future generations a chance to compete. If we fall down now, then everything will really be lost."
As King Fa'ang spoke, the fleeting majesty on his body, like a flash of light, disappeared. With tears streaming down his face, he suddenly lay down heavily.
boom!
With a heavy muffled sound, King Fa'ang's body hit the bed behind him hard.
The first king of Lancang, King Fa'ang, fell!
Likewise, Lancang's national destiny has fallen hard.
"father!"
"father!"
Mo Sentai exclaimed, rushed forward in an instant, picked up King Fa'ang's body, and tried to wake up King Fa'ang.
Unfortunately, everything is in vain.
Lancang has no chance, just like the dead King Fa'ang who cannot be resurrected.
Mo Sentai once indeed coveted the position of King Fa'ang. He imagined that he would ascend to the throne, reach the pinnacle of power, and rule the millions of mountains in Lancang.
I even felt resentful in my heart, why didn't my father, who was already so old, not pass the throne to me as soon as possible?
But until all this happened recently, it turned out that King Fa'ang did not pass the throne to him because he really could not afford this authority.
If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight!
Mo Sentai is too bad.
This time, Mo Sentai finally no longer resented his father for living so long. Instead, he hoped that God would give his father another sixty years to put things in order and turn the world upside down!
Unfortunately, hope is useless.
"His Royal Highness, this..."
When the chamberlain outside the door heard the commotion and came in, he couldn't help but open his mouth.
"call!"
"Respect the last king's orders, send envoys, hand over letters of credence, and pledge allegiance to the Ming Dynasty."
"Arrangements will be made. The late king will be buried. I will observe mourning for the late king for three months. During this period, no one is allowed to disturb me. Each army will defend the royal capital and attack all those who rebel against the emperor."
Mo Sentai picked up the pen again, wrote the last few words, and then spoke lightly.
"Follow your orders."
The head chamberlain responded and slowly retreated.
After the death of King Fa'ang, the entire royal capital went into overdrive. Soon, a delegation, heavily guarded by soldiers, left the royal capital and headed towards the Ming Dynasty.
(End of chapter)
