Mu Zian crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"What's the use of telling me? Hasn't Pei Jianzhi already led his troops to quell the rebellion?"

Li Jiuxuan looked at Mu Zian with a helpless expression and said.

"Do you think I don't know what kind of person he is? He might be able to handle some bandits and thieves, but he'll probably get completely thrashed by the Qiang cavalry. I've already reported this to His Majesty, and I'm here today to let you prepare in advance."

The meaning behind Li Jiuxuan's words is already quite clear.

If Pei Jianzhi is defeated, His Majesty will surely send the elite Trapped Camp, the first elite force of the Great Li, and Mu Zian, as the current commander of the Trapped Camp, will definitely go on the expedition.

Li Jiuxuan came to remind Mu Zi today so that she could prepare early and avoid making mistakes due to being too hasty.

Mu Zian naturally understood that the two of them only needed a glance to understand each other's feelings.

"These two jars are some newly brewed wine. Take them back and try them."

Seeing the wine Mu Zian took out, Li Jiuxuan trembled all over, after all, it was really embarrassing for him to be knocked to the ground by just one bowl.

Mu Zian smiled.

"This has been blended, so it tastes better but isn't as spicy as the previous one. You can drink it without worry. Consider it a small token of my gratitude for you today."

Upon hearing this, Li Jiuxuan finally accepted the wine jar with peace of mind.

"I will send you the news from Luzhou as soon as possible."

After Li Jiuxuan left, Mu Zian's gaze immediately became deep.

At this moment, he keenly sensed that this upheaval in Luzhou might be the beginning of his rise to fame.

Upon realizing this, Mu Zian immediately ordered the entire Zhenguo Duke's mansion to distill alcohol day and night.

Mu Zian gazed in the direction of Luzhou and said in a deep voice.

"A storm is brewing, and the wind fills the tower."