Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

Chapter 738: Like a Fishbone Stuck in the Throat, Seeking Victory in Danger

"We can help you pass on the message, but it may take some time for them to understand this matter. How about we meet at the intersection of the two armies in three days?"

"Okay, but don't wait three days. Come tomorrow."

Qin Ming reiterated his request again.

His troops could not wait three days, as their options would become increasingly limited.

The most feared thing in the world is procrastination.

You will waste your hair and time, and eventually fail in everything you do.

"We'll try our best..."

Several people hesitated.

They were not great nobles, but just one of the teams that followed the main force to resist Qin Ming.

A person with little influence may not be able to convince everyone.

Qin Ming knew the weight of his promise of a hereditary title and shook his head.

"It doesn't matter how many people come in one day. After Yan Ziqiong takes over the throne, she will let you inherit the noble title."

"That's fine."

Everyone left immediately, ready to seize the opportunity to inform the nobles at all levels in the army.

On the other hand, news of Qin Ming had reached the Yan Dynasty imperial court.

When Emperor Yan heard the news, his face changed gloomy and he immediately called Yan Renshou and Xue Taiping to his front.

"Have you two heard about what happened recently?"

"Your Majesty, this man is digging his own grave. We don't need to stop him."

Yan Renshou spoke immediately.

He really couldn't imagine how Qin Ming would reverse the nobles' encroachment on the land after the title of nobility became hereditary.

If they continue to act like this, the entire Yan Dynasty will decline within three generations.

By then, Emperor Yan and the royal orthodoxy of the Hong family, who moved the capital to the north, could even reverse the situation and take back the weak court in Yan Ziqiong's hands.

"Your Majesty, although we have stripped many deceased nobles of their titles, there has been insufficient land to distribute decades ago."

Xue Taiping had a lot to say at this time.

As the top executive of the Land Administration Bureau, his face was filled with pride.

"If Yan Ziqiong promised them a continuous inheritance of land, it would be useless even if we took over the imperial city. The land she already has is not even enough to divide among the meritorious officials!"

"Those nobles who occupy the land will definitely not hand it over. By then, the entire Yan Dynasty will be plunged into endless disputes over the ownership of the land."

"This is a really bad move they made!"

The words of the two made Emperor Yan's frown relax.

"According to what you two said, this is a good thing?"

"Your Majesty, this is definitely a good thing!"

When Emperor Yan received news that nobles from all over the country were spontaneously resisting Qin Ming, he felt a little excited.

He expected this group of people to repel Qin Ming.

But in order to enter the imperial city, Qin Ming actually made such a concession.

Obviously, this is a lose-lose situation.

But if you think about it based on what these two people said, Qin Ming actually planted a huge bomb for Yan Ziqiong's future.

Then let them keep it!

"Let's do as you say. There's no need to stop him this time. If those troops retreat, we'll arrange for the Tiger Roar Guards and the remaining Imperial City Guards to fight a final battle with them..."

"Yes!"

Both of them were ready to move the capital.

I no longer have any attachment to the imperial city.

Therefore, after hearing the order from Emperor Yan, they immediately began to execute it.

That night, the Tiger Roar Guards from the front-line troops left without saying goodbye.

They didn't even give the local nobles a chance to express their opinions before they withdrew from the military camp and decisively parted ways.

This made many noble troops who had originally counted on the powerful fighting power of the Tiger Roar Guard feel a little panicked.

They gathered together during meals, whispering to each other and discussing what was happening in the barracks.

As they chatted, they talked a lot about Qin Ming.

Some people supported Qin Ming's decision to allow hereditary nobility, but some thought it was just a sinister plot of Qin Ming.

In fact, unknown to them, nobles from all over the country had already gathered in their tents to discuss.

In this military camp, the highest level is the second-class nobles. They are the most powerful group of people among the people except for the first-class nobles such as the four major families.

This time, people gathered in a short period of time to fight Qin Ming.

Therefore, there were not many second-class nobles coming here, only about twenty or so.

These twenty or so people, together with the nobles in their fiefdoms, have already formed an army of one million.

In fact, from this aspect, we can also see the terrifying background of the Yan Dynasty.

If it weren't for the institutional problems that led to their natural incompatibility, Qin Ming's attack on the Yan Dynasty might have been much more difficult than before.

At this moment, there was a fierce quarrel in the tent where more than twenty second-class nobles gathered.

"Everyone, isn't hereditary nobility what we've been pursuing for years? Since it's achievable, doesn't it matter who achieves it?"

"Bullshit! Qin Ming is ambitious. Do you really think he can give you what you want?"

"Would you go back on your promise made in front of so many nobles?"

"That's hard to say. I don't believe it anyway."

"Have you ever thought about how much effort we've put in over the years to keep our family from falling behind?"

"No matter how hard you try, you're still sailing against the current and constantly retreating under the manipulation of the imperial court! Are you willing to accept this?"

"Humph, putting in the effort is much better than surrendering directly. Those who surrender will not have a good end!"

"Damn it! If you all say that, what's the point of us all gathering together? If you want to believe him, just surrender. We'll be enemies from now on!"

The quarrel among the crowd became more and more intense.

All those present were second-class nobles. Many of their territories were not even adjacent to each other, and their relationships were not very close. They did not even interact with each other on a regular basis.

They are basically strangers to each other.

So when they talk about these things, there is no unity at all.

Everyone has their own choice.

That night, the top three nobles in the military camp were divided into three factions.

The first faction was determined to resist Qin Ming, and they even continued to gather forces in secret, constantly borrowing troops from various places to expand their military strength and fight a desperate battle with Qin Ming.

The other faction chose to support Qin Ming, hoping to preserve their own interests.

The third wave of people withdrew from the battlefield when they saw that the situation was not good.

The reason why they did this was very simple. Before defeating Qin Ming, the army had already been divided to this extent because of the opponent's decision.

In this case, victory may be very slim.

Instead of fighting to the death here, it would be better to use up all the strength at hand.

It would be better to take people away and watch from the sidelines.

If Qin Ming was really willing to give them better hereditary treatment and preserve the land of all the nobles, they could support Qin Ming on the spot.

On the contrary, it is also possible to take people and flee to the north with the court.

The next day comes quickly.

A total of seven second-class nobles came to Qin Ming, representing themselves and their subordinates, the lesser nobles.

Everything about today is important to them.

Qin Ming wanted to make a promise to them in person.

Ensure that everyone's fiefdom is protected and passed on to future generations.

"Everyone, I'm very pleased that you can come."

Qin Ming walked out from the rear of the army with a smile, holding an imperial edict with his own imperial seal in his hand.