As the Allied Forces of the Three Jin Dynasties, led by their general Gongsun Cuo, invaded the King's City of the Western Zhou Dynasty and captured Ji Chao, the eldest son of the Duke of Western Zhou Dynasty, the scene between the two princes of the Western Zhou Dynasty had come to an end.

Without the constraints from Qin in the west, as the victors, Wei, Zhao, and South Korea could deal with the Western Zhou State in the hinterland of the Central Plains according to their own ideas.

That is to say, when everyone in the world was paying attention to the next move of the Three Jin Dynasties, a silk letter was delivered to Chengzhou City, which was only a few miles away from the Western Zhou Dynasty.

"The Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven..."

The main hall of Chengzhou Palace was filled with music and graceful dancing. Suddenly, a burst of urgent shouts sounded outside the main hall door.

He gently placed the wine he was about to drink on the tables. Looking at the figure that appeared in his field of vision, Emperor Zhou Ji Bian, who was dressed in royal robes, immediately had a smile on his face.

"Uncle, how do you find time to enter the palace today?"

Looking at Ji Bian not far ahead, especially the look of intoxication on his face at this moment, Taishi Ji Le, who quickly walked into the hall, was not even angry at all.

The Emperor of Zhou only cared about pleasure and was indifferent to world affairs. If this continued for a long time, the state of the Zhou Dynasty did not know how long it could survive.

Besides the anger, a sadness appeared in his heart.

After staring at the young emperor in front of him for a long time, Ji Le calmed down the excitement in his heart, and the expression on his face slowly became serious.

"In the face of a formidable enemy, the emperor can still be so happy." Looking back at the group of dancers who were dancing gracefully, Ji Le said in a somewhat cold tone: "This is really a blessing for my family!"

Sitting on the throne, Ji Bian heard the sarcasm in Ji Le's words, and the original smile on his face immediately disappeared, replaced by a frown.

"Please step back first."

"Here."

Watching those beautiful figures slowly retreating with some reluctance, Ji Bian immediately stood up from a few cases away and came to Ji Le step by step.

"I was just enjoying the dance music. Why did my uncle do this?"

Ji Le looked at Ji Bian, who still knew nothing about the coming crisis, and wanted to scold him awake with words.

But when she thought of the identity of Emperor Ji Bian, Ji Le could only suppress the anger in her heart with helplessness and spoke to him in a deep voice.

"The emperor knows that just a few days ago, the three Jin coalition forces invaded the royal city of the Western Zhou Dynasty."

"What!"

The news that Jile said made the young emperor in front of him feel an unprecedented horror in his heart.

In Ji Bian's understanding, although the Zhou Dynasty has declined today and is no longer as powerful as it was hundreds of years ago, the princes of the world at least still have superficial respect for the emperor.

However, the three Jin coalition forces so blatantly captured the royal city of the Western Zhou Dynasty, clearly did not take him as the emperor seriously.

"They...how dare they?"

A burst of anger burst out from his heart, the eyes on his face suddenly widened, and Ji Bian's roar with a somewhat thick aura sounded in the hall.

"Why don't you dare?"

Listening to the roar in his ears, Ji Le shook his head gently, and slowly spoke out a low voice filled with deep helplessness.

Ji Le raised his head and looked at the Emperor Ji Bian in front of him, and said in a deep voice with a solemn expression: "I'm afraid it's not clear that the Emperor has only succeeded to the throne for two years. The world today is no longer like before. This is an era of the jungle and the strong."

"The princes no longer even abide by the superficial moral principles. Everything is for their own benefit."

"This is how it is for diplomatic relations, this is how it is for military campaigns, and this is how it is for even meeting the emperor."

Halfway through his words, Ji Le slowly raised his head and looked at Ji Bian opposite, and a faint light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"And this is not the first time that Sanjin has done this."

The words Ji Le spoke slowly made the furious Ji Bian fall into silence for a moment, but his last reminder reminded Ji Bian of an old incident thirty-six years ago.

In the 23rd year of King Weilie of Zhou, that is, 403 BC, the three families of Wei, Zhao, and Han sent envoys to Chengzhou to ask the emperor of Zhou to make them princes.

Just one year ago, the allied forces of Wei, Zhao, and Han attacked the Qi State in the east. Not only did they capture the Great Wall of Qi, they even captured Duke Kang of Qi who had just succeeded to the throne.

This great victory over Qi State not only greatly increased the momentum of the three families, but also made the people of the world see how powerful the three families were.

Facing the three families of Wei, Zhao, and Han who had returned from a great victory and had high morale, King Weilie of Zhou who was in power at the time felt tremendous pressure.

At this time, the recognized leader of the three families was still Wei Si of the Wei family, who later became Wei Wenhou.

Although Wei Wenhou was well-known for being courteous and courteous, none of the princes despised him because of this. On the contrary, everyone in the world agreed that he was a talented and strategic monarch.

Confronting this most wise monarch in the Wei Kingdom and feeling the tremendous pressure brought by the three families, King Weilie of Zhou finally chose to lower his proud head as the emperor.

It's just that it's easy to lower your head, but it's extremely difficult to lift it up again.

With the three families of Wei, Zhao, and Han being conferred vassal status, not only did the Zhou family completely lose its biggest support, the Jin State, but the authority of the emperor also declined.

From then on, few princes in the world paid much attention to the emperor who was in the royal territory.

Pulling his thoughts back from thirty years ago to the present, looking at the gloomy emperor in front of him, Ji Le, as the grand master, sighed deeply with helplessness.

"well……"

Ji Le's sigh woke up Ji Bian who was deep in thought. He slowly raised his head, and his originally blurry eyes gradually regained their clarity.

After a few breaths, Ji Bian looked forward with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, "Grand Master, since we are facing a formidable enemy now, how should I, the Zhou family, respond?"

Hearing Ji Bian's question, Ji Le took out a silk book from his arms and handed it to Ji Bian, while speaking in a deep voice.

"The emperor might as well read this silk book first."

With some curiosity, Ji Bian took the silk book from Ji Le, and then slowly unfolded it to read.

After a long time, Ji Bian gently put down the silk book in his hand and looked at Ji Le in front of him with a hint of surprise.

"The three princes of Wei, Zhao, and South Korea are ready to come to the Zhou Dynasty to meet?"

"Exactly." Jile nodded lightly, and then slowly explained: "To inform the emperor, the reason why the three Jin Dynasties came to Chengzhou to meet the emperor is not for other things, but for the internal turmoil in the Western Zhou Dynasty.

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"In my opinion, there are only two choices that the three Jins may make this time. One is to support Gongzi Gen, whom they previously supported, to become the next Duke of Western Zhou. The other is to divide the Western Zhou Kingdom into two parts, with Gongzi Dynasty and Gongzi Gen.

Inherit separately.”

After hearing Ji Le's analysis, Ji Bian quickly asked with some seriousness: "Then I dare to ask the Grand Master, what should I do in the Zhou Dynasty?"
Chapter completed!