"Prince Xuan, please reconsider, reconsider."
Prince Yu felt a surge of blood in his chest, thick and potent, threatening to erupt at any moment.
Just now, Feng Ye Xuan had blocked his saber strike with mere palm wind.
This level of power was outrageously profound!
If a real fight were to break out, he would be no match for him.
"Prince Xuan, Chu Jiangnan's army is in the imperial city and the southern regions, while your Beiming is located to the north of my Nanming."
"You need assistance to contend for power in Beiming, and Chu Jiangnan's army would have to cross our northern stronghold first."
"If you insist on this path, do you think this Prince will allow Chu Jiangnan's army to easily cross my territory?"
Prince Yu struggled to suppress the blood that threatened to escape his lips and took a slow step forward.
He looked at Feng Ye Xuan with sincere eyes.
"Prince Xuan, you and I can join forces. If you desire Chu Qianli, once this Prince seizes the throne, I will surely deliver her to you."
"I have five hundred thousand troops in the north. Whenever Your Highness wishes for assistance, this Prince will immediately lead his army north!"
"As long as you cooperate with this Prince and help me escape, when I return to the north, I will definitely help you conquer the empire of Beiming!"
Prince Yu's word was his bond; he still possessed that much integrity.
"Prince Xuan..."
"Do you wish to walk back yourself, or shall I throw you out?"
This was the first sentence Feng Ye Xuan spoke, and it clearly stated his position.
Prince Yu's expression darkened, and he grew angry: "Feng Ye Xuan, must you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit?"
Chu Lingyang, however, breathed a sigh of relief.
What his elder brother had just said was not without reason.
If one were to seek cooperation, Prince Yu, whose army was stationed in the north, would indeed be more advantageous to Prince Xuan than the Emperor, whose forces were mostly in the south.
Chu Lingyang truly feared that Prince Yu might persuade Feng Ye Xuan.
Feng Ye Xuan's palm tightened.
A gust of cold wind immediately swept towards Prince Yu.
Though it appeared to be a gentle breeze, it forced Prince Yu to stagger back several steps.
This time, he truly couldn't withstand the palm force and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Feng Ye Xuan, are you determined to oppose this Prince? You..."
At this moment, Feng Ye Xuan took a step forward.
Prince Yu, terrified, forgot to wipe the blood from his lips and quickly retreated.
"Guards, attack this Prince! Whoever can sever Prince Xuan's head, this Prince will reward them with one hundred thousand taels of gold!"
Great rewards attract brave men. Although Prince Xuan was indeed formidable, one hundred thousand taels of gold was enough for ordinary people to live luxuriously for several lifetimes!
Immediately, a group of guards, wielding long swords, charged towards Feng Ye Xuan.
But Prince Yu's heart was anxious; in his eyes, none of these guards could stop Prince Xuan.
He leaped onto his horse, fighting as he retreated.
Chu Lingyang might still spare his life out of brotherhood, but Feng Ye Xuan was different.
Feng Ye Xuan would, in a moment, sever his head and return to claim merit from Chu Jiangnan.
Lan Fan had clearly stated he had a way to deal with Feng Ye Xuan and had told him to immediately dispatch his elite troops.
But now, his men had arrived, Feng Ye Xuan had arrived, and Lan Fan was nowhere to be seen.
Could it be that Lan Fan was also a coward, fearing he was no match for Feng Ye Xuan, and had fled after coaxing him to stay?
"Your Highness, they can't hold them off! Your Highness, run!"
The guards, wounded, returned and said hoarsely, "Your Highness, run!"