“Those men from Bu Jiang’s family would absolutely not tolerate you women riding on their heads.”

"The fox spirit is absolutely right."

Although Chunhu Siqiong's words weren't very pleasant, they were indeed the truth. Zhan Wuxin didn't take offense and instead nodded in agreement with a gentle smile.

"You stinking fox, give me back my pig's trotter!"

At this moment, Xiao Bo, who had shrunk to the size of a cat, suddenly roared and pounced on Chunhu Siqiong.

"I won't pay it back."

Sensing the movement behind her, Chun Siqiong didn't even turn her head. After refusing without hesitation, she got up and jumped away.

As it jumped away, it also hooked the soup bowl next to it with its claws.

"Thump..."

So when Xiao Bo angrily pounced over, he plunged headfirst into the soup bowl.

"ah!"

Although ordinary hot soup could not harm it with Xiao Bo's current cultivation level, performing "drowning in hot soup" in front of so many people still made it almost go crazy.

That stinky fox, that stinky fox! Once it gets stronger, I'll definitely eat it alive!

"Ahem, someone come here, take Master Xiaobo to clean up."

Despite having soup splashed all over his face, Zhan Wuxin remained calm, took out a handkerchief to wipe it off, and then came over to pick up Xiao Bo and leave.

Throughout the entire process, Xiao Bo's eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to stare Chunhu Siqiong to death.

Faced with the farce unfolding before them, the ministers below silently ate their food, remaining silent.

It's best for them to stay away from jokes between big shots.

"If none of you want it, are you going to give it to the Western Zhou?"

Seeing that everyone had suddenly fallen silent, Jun Feijue thought for a moment and said, "The Western Zhou should be very willing to accept it."

"Your Excellency, there are some things I feel it is necessary to tell you."

Upon hearing this, Zhan Wuxin frowned, exchanged a glance with Zhan Wuchen, and said, "After all, the Western Zhou are not your own people. If they absorb Bu Jiang, they will surely become one of the ten great dynasties. Perhaps they will not dare to act rashly in the short term because of your deterrent power, but in the long run, I'm afraid they will repeat today's situation."

Ambition is something that can easily swell.

"What you said makes some sense."

Jun Feijue really didn't understand these things. She frowned in distress and asked, "Then what are your thoughts?"

"Grand Preceptor, after our discussion, we believe that letting the Alchemist Guild take over the Bujiang Dynasty is the best option."

At this moment, Shangguan Mingxue stood up again and said, "Although the royal family of the Bujiang Dynasty is gone, there are still many powerful families and sects. If outsiders move in, I'm afraid they won't be able to govern them well in a short time. But if it's the Alchemist Guild, the result will be different."

"Indeed. The Alchemist Guild is a trusted confidant of the Grand Preceptor. Letting them manage it is not only beneficial to you, but also puts our minds at ease."

Upon hearing this, Zhan Wuxin's eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed, "Furthermore, given the influence and value of the Alchemist Guild, it is the only one that can avoid being ostracized by the Jiang Dynasty."

Are you sure?

Upon hearing this, Ji Fanya asked with some doubt, "The attack on the Wuya Dynasty by the Bujiang Dynasty has provoked strong resistance from the entire army and people of the Le Dynasty. How can you be so sure that it won't arouse the anger of the Bujiang people?"

Although Jun Feijue and his group initially seized control of the Bujiang imperial palace and seemingly gained control of the Bujiang Dynasty, truly controlling a country is not so easy.

What matters most is public sentiment.