MTL - The Strong Beauty is a Goddess in Showbiz

Xi Yan nodded: "According to the information provided by the ministers of the prefecture and state, most of the rebels are composed of these bandits."

“A few bandits scared these wimps so much that they fled back at night?”

Si Jin’s lips curved into a mocking arc, his eyes full of disdain.

"Ahem." Xi Yan suddenly felt embarrassed when he thought of his father who was more afraid than the minister this morning. "I think there are a lot of fishy things inside, and I have sent people to investigate the situation."

"Um."

  Xi Yan’s ability in this area is recognized by the general.

The conversation changed and Si Jin raised his eyebrows: "Isn't your father so frightened that he can't sit still on the throne?"

“No, but it’s almost the same.” Xi Yan’s mouth twitched, and his tone was filled with speechlessness. “He was so frightened that he actually said, ‘Whoever can put down the rebellion will be the next king.’”

 “Oh?” Si Jin became interested.

“It is conceivable that Lao San and Lao Liu were originally allies, but after this incident, they may have to break up.”

After all, there is only one throne. Even if they worked together to defeat all other competitors before, at the critical moment, these two people will only turn against each other and become more fierce than the other.

 “Did they just ignore you?”

Xi Yan rolled his eyes: "Although I don't like to use this matter as a bargaining chip, we can't just sit idly by and ignore the rebellion."

Si Jin chuckled: "On this basis alone, you have already defeated them."

"Farewell." Xi Yan seemed to have heard something terrifying, with a look of resistance on his face, "It would be better for me to be a carefree waste."

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Although he said this, there was no trace of irony in Si Jin's eyes.

Xi Yan was not angry either, with a cheerful expression on his solemn face: "By the way, why were you so angry just now?"

"I am not angry."

"Okay, no anger." Xi Yan accepted it naturally, causing the general to glance at him speechlessly.

“So, you still haven’t seen the temple priest?”

"seen."

Si Jin glared at him, "It's just that she said something to me."

"What?"

 “She said that I belong on the grassland.”

After Si Jin answered, he raised the glass of wine in his hand again and drank it without changing his expression.

"Brother, sooner or later you will drink my strong wine into ordinary wine." Xi Yan looked at his movements speechlessly, and then naturally picked up the next second, "What does this sentence mean? It means that you should go back to the frontier. ?”

The next moment, he noticed the general's warning gaze, and Xi Yan groaned and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

 “.What does that mean otherwise? Wait, frontier!”

Xi Yan suddenly understood. He turned to look at Si Jin in disbelief: "Could it be related to the rebellion, right?!"

 A month later, the spies sent by Xi Yan brought back the news.

“.It’s all bad news. Forget it, I’ll just tell you.”

Xi Yan gave up and threw the secret letter submitted by the spies to the general, "Small-scale rebellions did occur in the states near the border."

Si Jin took the secret letter with a stern eyebrow: "Where are the local soldiers? Didn't they suppress them?"

Xi Yan said coldly: "This is another bad news. The soldiers guarding the city were all instigated by the rogue bandits."

  “?!”

Si Jin raised his eyes in disbelief and suddenly tightened his fingers holding the secret letter: "So, these people are already rebels?"

Xi Yan nodded with difficulty: "And the spies also heard a rumor." As he said this, he looked at Si Jin and hesitated to speak.

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Si Jin frowned and said in a cold and decisive tone, "Say."

"This group of rebels seems to be still infiltrating into the military camps guarding the border - I say this because the nomadic tribes on the border have become active again, and this time they have learned to form alliances."

 This is the worst news.

The frontier has always been guarded by border guards, and almost no one can pass the news beyond their eyes and ears.

But if no one passed on the news, how could the nomadic tribes who were severely injured by the general suddenly become active, break their arrogance, and be willing to form an alliance.

 “Traitor.”

Having said this, Si Jin’s eyes could not be colder.

There were too many soldiers guarding the border. When Si Jin was in charge, he always relied on iron and blood to establish his power. Everyone in the army was afraid of him and willing to obey his call, so he could twist them into a rope and play a huge role.

But now Si Jin is not there, and what happened at the previous sacrificial ceremony has also spread to the frontier after a few months.

The foundation of the kingdom is crumbling, and the soldiers who have been enduring hardships to defend the border are no longer easy to appease. As a result, they can easily be incited to rebel.

Xi Yan nodded.

He sighed: "In a few days, the news will reach the capital, and then the court will be noisy again."

 “A group of old stubborns who only talk.”

Si Jin sneered, his tone full of contempt.

Xi Yan did not speak, but nodded in agreement. These ministers have always enjoyed stability and prosperity in the country. How can they have ever experienced the hardships on the frontier? So they simply can't solve these problems.

As Xi Yan expected, three days later, news of the rebellion in the border states reached the capital. For a time, the people in the capital were panicked, and there were quarrels in the court every day.

Si Jin didn't want to listen to those stupid remarks, so he simply stayed in the military camp, and the king did not dare to call him.

The courtiers just want the general to send troops to suppress the rebellion, but even if they can say this, they have to be able to ask the general to do so.

 No courtier dared to go, not even the king.

 During the silence, a courtier suddenly spoke: "Otherwise, may I ask the priest for your instructions?"

 It seems that no matter what happens, you will end up asking the temple priest for instructions.

This minister's proposal was approved by some ministers, but some ministers also expressed opposition.

“The temple never participates in politics or war, and the priests are even less likely to interfere in the affairs of the kingdom.”

 “But the previous priest of the Plague Temple took action!”

“That’s a natural disaster! What the priest is sending down is divine punishment!”

 When the unpredictable ‘divine punishment’ was mentioned, the court, which was still arguing endlessly, immediately became tabooly quiet.

The king sitting on the throne had a headache even more than them, especially these super dull sounds, which made his chest feel tight.

After being silent for a while, the courtiers turned their attention to the king and said in unison: "Please solve the problem as soon as possible."

 King: "."

His eyes were flustered and his eyes were rolling, thinking about how to get rid of this problem.

Since the rebels are on the border and the capital is guarded by a general, what does it have to do with him?

Just as he was thinking this, the king suddenly fell from the throne.

 “The Lord!!”