"They want an answer that can achieve their goal. Is the truth really important to them?" Gu Junwen expressed what was in his mind, but he calmed down and drank calmly.

"Why don't you tell me? Do you want to keep it secret forever?" Ye Nan kept looking at Gu Junwen, and he became more and more confused.

"Of course not. Countless soldiers died in vain on the battlefield. I have no right to forgive them.

But now you have also seen that the ministers of Qisheng are forming factions, selling official positions and titles, fighting openly and secretly. Externally, Beiying in the north is ready to make a move and spy on our northern border, and bandits are everywhere in the south. Qisheng can't afford it at this time, and the people can't afford it. "

Gu Junwen waved her chopsticks and talked eloquently. She pointed out the country and wrote passionate words. At this moment, she was a perfect match for the high-spirited young general in the rumors.

"I didn't expect that. People outside have been saying that you were slacking off all day. It turns out that they underestimated you. I'm so sorry." Qin Yanzhou raised his glass, gestured to Gu Junwen, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Host, I underestimated you." System 101 also looked at him with admiration, feeling complacent.

If it had known that the host had a thorough understanding of the situation, it would not have to worry every day about failing to complete the mission.

"Not really." Gu Junwen grabbed the newly served fruit in his hand, put it to his mouth and took a big bite, then raised his glass to signal Qin Yanzhou.

"The fruit is quite sweet, and the wine is good too. In fact, the rumors are not wrong. I know in my heart that it does not conflict with my actions."

…

The atmosphere became awkward again.

"Why?" Ye Nan, who had been drinking quietly, broke the stagnant atmosphere.

"Why? After the army passes, there will be famine. I don't want to fight." Gu Junwen was already slightly drunk. She held the wine glass tightly, and two red clouds flew on her face.

"Your Highness, what about you?" Qin Yanzhou had almost finished drinking. He tugged at the wine glass and looked up at Ye Nanyi, his eyes already blurred.

Him? Ye Nanyi watched the two drunkards staggering in silence.

If he could choose, he would rather be like his name:

Under a leaf in Huainan, I feel the waves of Dongting Lake.

Just be a happy and carefree idle prince: drinking, riding, and spending money like a spoilsport.

Instead of wearing a thick mask all day long like he is now, becoming the person he once hated the most, desperately looking for a truth that could subvert everything, or even cost him his life.

But injustice must be redressed, and the dead soul cannot die and bear the stigma, so he had no choice.