Transmigration With QQ Farm {Part 4}

 "If that's the case, why not just give up!" the emperor ordered calmly.

  "What, Father, why?"

  Feng Bucang was puzzled, and his expression became increasingly ugly, "Father, if we ignore it, I'm afraid the people of Black Soil City will not agree."

  "What do you need him to promise—"

  The emperor glanced at his son and said, "The strength of the Central Plains Holy Land is no longer comparable to theirs. The ten Martial Emperors of Black Earth City were completely wiped out, and only two escaped. Tell me, how many Martial Emperors do you have to fight against the Central Plains Holy Land?"

  "Ten Martial Emperors were killed by three people. I believe that if we send another twenty Martial Emperors to the Central Plains Holy Land, they will end up in the same situation. Do you think the people of Black Soil City are willing to lose more of these people? Not to mention them, even we can't afford it."

  "It's not too late for us to stop now since the people from the Central Plains Holy Land haven't discovered that we intervened. If we continue to cooperate with the people from Black Soil City and they find out, we will be implicated too. Cang'er, do you understand?"

  "Father, if we ignore it, what will happen if the people of Black Soil City start making trouble?"

  Although Feng Bucang was worried about what the people of Black Earth City might do, he was more unwilling to accept it and said, "Father, are we going to let the Central Plains Holy Land go like this? Now they are completely ignoring us, in the future——"

  "I know what you said. Now, the Central Plains Holy Land has the power to dominate the world. As long as they don't provoke us and stay in Qing'an County, that's enough."

  "But--"

  "No buts!" The emperor interrupted his son coldly and ordered forcefully: "We don't have the strength to fight against them, so we have no choice but to let them go. Besides, they are only developing their sect power, not competing for world domination. We have nothing to worry about."

  Feng Bucang was extremely unwilling, but he could not refute his father's decision. His hatred for the Cheng family of the Central Plains Holy Land grew stronger, and a gleam of resentment unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

  What happened in the Central Plains Holy Land was the shame of Feng Bucang's life, a stain that could never be washed away. How could he be sure to let the other party go? Even if there was a huge gap between them, he would not give up targeting the Central Plains Holy Land.

  The emperor seemed to see through his inner thoughts and frowned secretly, "Cang'er, remember, don't let hatred blind your eyes. A real man should be able to take it and let it go. Don't lose the big picture for the small. Go down and think about it!"

  "Yes, father!" Feng Bucang sensed his father's displeasure, and he put away his turbulent emotions and responded calmly.

  The emperor looked at him deeply and said, "Okay, you go down first!"

  "I resign!"

  "Go ahead!"

  Watching his son leave, the emperor could not help but say, "I hope he can understand what it means to do his best. If he tries to hit a rock with an egg, the consequences will be disastrous."

  After returning to his own palace, Feng Bucang's handsome face was still gloomy, his eyes were fierce, and he exuded a murderous aura, which made the palace maids and eunuchs dare not come forward to serve him.