In May, in the Yanfeng Empire far north, the army of East Vietnam was at the city, and wars flew.
The Dongyue Empire activated the power of the Xiahou royal family and approached Yanfeng's territory.
Feng Feili was in charge of Zifeng City, and he was not very shocked by this war that might have put Yan Feng in a catastrophe.
Among the three empires, Yan Feng has always been the weakest. Dongyue has already intended to unify the continent, and it will be a matter of time before the war begins.
Since Dongyue has come, we have to stay forever.
In the Golden Palace.
The supreme symbol of the Yanfeng Empire, the Golden Lunar throne, has been vacant for many years and is covered with dust until no one dares to covet it anymore.
Only Feng Feili is a simple and elegant robe, without gorgeous decoration, as calm as water, which is in sharp contrast with this majestic and magnificent Golden Palace.
He never climbed the steps behind him, and always stood in the center of the hall, unbiased and calm.
The people below can only lean over and stand or crawl and kneel.
"See Your Highness."
Whether they are strong men of the Feng royal family or the older generation of the Feng family, they have to bow down and bow to kneel down.
"Please get up, everyone." Feng Feili was not even a little coercive, even gentle and polite.
But it was enough to change the faces of the more than ten Feng clan members present.
"Thank you." Although their title is His Highness, it is no different from His Highness.
"The army of Dongyue is approaching, and it is like a storm. It has taken countless Yanfeng City. What are your countermeasures?" Feng Feili was lukewarm, as if he was just talking about something slight.
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but frowned. Feng Feili only summoned the people from their Feng clan, probably because they wanted to use the power of the clan.
The royal family is the foundation of Feng's family, so how can it be used easily?
"Your Highness, according to my king's opinion, just let the foreign ministers fight. I, Yanfeng, are not without famous generals. With the help of Jinli Kingdom and Yan Dian, I am just a big army in Dongyue. The foundation of my Feng clan must not be shaken."
"What are you going to do with it?" Feng Feili glanced at the person below and continued to ask indifferently.
"When you go back to your highness, your subordinates think that the prince's words are reasonable and their foundation is shaken. Even if you defeat the Dongyue army, you may attract the evil wolf Nanxu." said the elder over fifty years old.
Several other princes and elders also agreed. First, it was indeed a thousand-year foundation for the Yanfeng Empire. Second, few people in the royal family truly surrendered to Feng Feili, but were just afraid of Feng Feili.
"It seems that you have been living too comfortable in recent years." Feng Feili frowned slightly, and his gentle fingertips gently stroked the jade flute that was hanging under his waist.
Over the years, this jade flute has not worn or even become more transparent. The green color seems to be flowing, and occasionally emits a faint green glow.
Everyone's expressions suddenly froze, and they all noticed Feng Feili's movements of the flute. To be precise, they were not afraid of Feng Feili, but the strange jade flute.
No matter how strong the willpower is, people cannot resist the confusion of the sound of the flute. At the very least, they are unconscious, and at the worst, they fall into madness. This is probably Feng's forbidden technique.
"It is my subordinate's blessing to be able to go through fire and water," everyone knelt down and shouted.
"You are so serious. Tomorrow you will follow the army to fight against the East Yue army. I want East Yue to go without returning, and I will not stay. I believe in your abilities."
They all followed the army and mobilized the entire royal family. Everyone was shocked. Could it be that Feng Feili was crazy? Could it be that Feng Feili wanted to destroy Dongyue? It was simply a whim! Or would they go to die?
"What else do you have?" Feng Feili asked with a gentle look, his eyes clear and a hint of coldness.
"...I will live up to expectations." Everyone almost gritted their teeth and had to agree.
Feng Feili finally smiled, put down the jade flute in his hand, and walked out of the hall. He didn't like this Golden Palace.
"Greatly send your highness to you." Everyone leaned over.