Even after hearing such treasonous words from the Daoist, Ninglingge remained bewildered. He had long since been scared out of his wits, for a simple reason: Li Yuanhao had disliked him for years, leaving him with few troops under his command.
His mother, Empress Yeli, had seen her family torn apart by killings and had herself been stripped of her title. Her influence had long since dwindled.
Now that he had killed his father, he had no legitimate claim to the succession. Under the old Tangut traditions, his uncles also had the right to inherit.
They held great power and watched hungrily from the sidelines.
The first person he thought of who could help him now was Menzang E'pang.
The two shared "common interests." More than once, Menzang E'pang had hinted to him, "Should anything happen to the ruler, I would certainly support Your Highness as our sovereign."
That was why he wanted to find Menzang E'pang.
Lin Feng had no objection. He told Ninglingge to give directions and took him to see Menzang E'pang.
Ninglingge dared not go to Xingqing Prefecture.
He feared that the moment he appeared, the Iron Kites still loyal to Li Yuanhao would cut him down.
Instead, he planned to take refuge at Menzang E'pang's residence outside the city.
Lin Feng pulled Ninglingge along. He was still a prince of Western Xia and carried Dragon-Tiger Qi. As for the Jade Axe, Lin Feng held it casually in his hand.
He ran faster than a horse, leaving the others frantically calling, "Slow down!" "Slow down!"
Lin Feng slowed, not because of their cries, but because the wind had retreated.
For some unknown reason, the wind began to curl back into the Yellow River. After causing havoc for a while, those uncanny things chose to leave.
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