Chapter 52: A Stirring Event at the Northern Camp
Su ZhenTing saluted with a perfectly straight posture, not even the slightest carelessness.
Su Pingbei glanced at Li Chen from the side, only to feel that the same-aged person who had humiliated him a few hours ago was now the prince of the Great Qin Empire. In the future, he might even be his sister's husband and the emperor of the Great Qin Empire.
After hearing his father's warning, he understood that the Su family could only be tied to the prince, and he, too, could only be loyal to the prince, never having a second heart.
Under a complicated mind, Su Pingbei didn't dare to slack off. He followed behind Su Zhen Ting and respectfully said: "This subordinate, Su Pingbei, pays his respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Your Highness a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand thousand years."
"Please excuse me."
Li Chen and Su Zhenting stood straight, then looked at each other.
Both of them were in perfect sync.
He didn't mention meeting Su Jinping, nor did he mention discussing it with his family.
Now, Su Zhen's father and son have come to pay their respects with the identities of their subordinates. This posture alone can prove a lot of things.
Li Chen was very pleased.
He thought he was being cheap to his father, but he actually left him a staggering fortune.
Just the clout the Su family has in the military would be enough to accomplish a great deal.
So Li Chen didn't act awkwardly, he helped Su Zhen Ting up and bowed, "General Su, this palace will be straightforward. If there is any unusual movement from the Imperial Guard, could you stop it?"
Su Zhen'ting smiled arrogantly and said, "Your Highness, with me here, the Imperial Guards won't do anything harmful to you."
Li Chen's previous intelligence indicated that the entire Imperial Guard had been divided into three factions. Zhao Xuanji's nephew led one faction, Liu Bincheng another, and the remaining faction consisted of moderates.
Seeing Su Zhen's such confidence, Li Chen suddenly understood.
What about the moderate faction?
Su Zhen Ting said calmly, “Neutral soldiers are mostly the small soldiers under my father’s command years ago. Now, they have also started to lead troops.”
Li Chen felt a huge stone lifted from his heart, feeling extremely happy. He smiled and said, "Good, this palace understands."

Su Zhen Ting asked: "What does Your Highness intend to do?"
"The Imperial Guard is not at my disposal, and I find it difficult to sleep and eat." Li Chen said.
Su Zhen Ting clasped his fist and said, "I am willing to go with Your Majesty."
Li Chen narrowed his eyes and said, "Please, General Su, depart with this palace immediately."
Su Zhen Ting solemnly said, "This minister obeys your command!"
Su Zhetong, who normally never left his home, suddenly took his son to the East Palace. This unusual piece of information spread like wildfire, drawing the heads of various influential forces in the capital to converge there.
And at this moment, the already complex and oppressive situation in Beijing was further muddled by the sudden intrusion of the General's Mansion, which had always kept itself aloof from all factions and never participated in any struggles.
Zhao Xuanji was the first to learn of this news.
Even he knew more than the average person.
"Grand Preceptor, it can now be proven that the person who went to General Zhang's residence earlier was the Crown Prince."
The Minister of War, Xi Wanli, said with a grave expression: "For the Su family to ally with the Crown Prince at this time is truly unwise."
Zhao Xuanji was now standing before a birdcage, casually feeding the parrot inside and speaking in a soft voice: "Su Zhetong is someone not to be underestimated. He wouldn't make a choice that obviously wrong, unless... everyone else has misread the situation."
The Minister of War, Xi Wanli, grew somber.
As the highest official in the Ministry of War, he hated most of all the existence of generals like this who surpassed his control within the army. He said solemnly, "What should we do?"
Zhao Xuanji said coldly: “In the grand scheme of things, our prince has made his move. We shall see what he does next. No need to rush, no need to panic. Everything is under control.”
In the birdcage, the parrot that was pecking suddenly flapped its wings and cried out, "All under control, all under control!"

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