"Throwing away the Nine Cities, Marshal, does Emperor Yueming really still care about his son's life and death?" he asked his Marshal.
"It doesn't matter whether he cares or not."
Zhan Beiye spoke softly, even if Emperor Yue Ming had already thought of hundreds of ways to kill Ming Fucheng, so what?
On the surface, he has to be a wise king and a loving father. He cannot just abandon his favorite son after something happened. If this is true, what will he become in the eyes of the people of Yueming Empire in the future?
Already?
The most beloved son can be given up at any time, and if he is replaced by someone else, those ministers, wouldn't it mean that they would only die?
Therefore, if Emperor Yueming still wants his reputation, he can only send people to seek peace.
"Baiyan City will belong to us sooner or later. There is no rush. All you need to do is make arrangements for food and grass. Don't let the soldiers go hungry."
He ordered.
"Yes, Marshal."
The lieutenants took the order and left.
Zhan Beiye held his chin with one hand and looked at the backs of the lieutenants as they left.
Now that Mingfuxing City is in his hands, he should quickly stabilize the nine captured cities. He doesn't want Emperor Yueming to take the cities back, but he won't rely on them to do so.
He gave it to his father for nothing.
Naturally, this is his territory, and he should think carefully about how to let his father swallow this bitter pill.
Things were going smoothly in the direction he hoped for, but he still had a headache. In fact, he didn't want to do this, he was just forced to do this.
In fact, if Qian Jiyun hadn't come over and reminded him that he could still do this, he would never have thought that he could start his own business.
"call!"
He exhaled a heavy breath.
If he hadn't been forced to the point where he would die if he didn't advance, he wouldn't have acted like that.
Now, he is waiting for Emperor Yueming to see how much price he can offer to redeem his son, the god of gambling. He wants to take good care of the nine cities captured, plus Baiyan City.
But it will cost a lot of money.
…
In the cabin, An Jiuyue rested for a while before she couldn't sit still and started refining the elixir again.
Qian Jiyun was watching over her helplessly, fearing that something might happen to her, but he couldn't persuade her, and there was really nothing he could do to her.
Watching her put medicinal plants one after another into the medicine refining furnace, he was even more nervous than An Jiuyue, the alchemist who refined the medicine. Seeing that the magic power in her body was relatively stable, his
Her face looks pretty good.
This time, An Jiuyue was refining a new pill recipe, Poyun Pill.
This is not a self-defense elixir, but an offensive elixir. When in danger, just throw the elixir out and it will explode.
If the monster cannot dodge, it will really turn into a corpse.
But similarly, if she accidentally turned into a corpse while refining it, it would be her.
Therefore, she was very careful. Just putting the medicinal plants into the stove, she was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Fortunately, her hands did not shake.
"Do you need my help?" Qian Jiyun asked softly.
"Need not."
An Jiuyue said two words calmly, without daring to shake her head.
"Poyundan needs to be more careful, I will do it myself."
It's not that she doesn't trust Qian Jiyun, it's just that she's already doing it, and it would be a little troublesome to use another hand. Moreover, she only knows the medicinal plants she puts into the medicine furnace.