He's not stupid.

The GPS location map immediately revealed that the route taken by the reinforcements led by Meng Xian was incorrect.

However, the attitude of the Prince of Lingnan was acceptable, and they were local strongmen who had controlled Lingnan for over a hundred years.

To accomplish what they need to do, they also need to rely on their influence.

Otherwise, how can one deal with these complex and intertwined forces on their own?

We can't just kill them all.

That's why Li Chang'an kept quiet and didn't reveal that he had been tricked.

He also drank and made merry with the generals of the Lingnan Prince's Mansion, all in order to use their strength to search for the refugees in the surrounding area.

Otherwise, they would have to rely on themselves and the villagers who had just recovered from their illnesses.

They wanted to save these refugees this winter.

That's probably unrealistic.

At that moment, Li Chang'an suddenly understood that sentence.

With great power comes great responsibility!

Without the system, I'm afraid I would be struggling desperately in this world.

However, now that we have a system, we should do something for these people.

What Li Chang'an didn't know was that while he was thinking about how a madman might suddenly sharpen his knife in the night, and how the imperial star might sway and Mars might be high in the sky...

In a secret chamber of the palace, a gaunt old man with a face covered in burns sat in the underground palace, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The old man opened his eyes in shock. He was clearly connected to the fate of the Ming Dynasty, so why was he suddenly vomiting blood?

He took out his copper coins and started calculating.

"puff!"

The old man knelt on the ground, spitting out blood.

Hearing the commotion, the boy outside the door quickly helped him up.

"Master, your eyes!"

The boy exclaimed in surprise upon seeing his appearance.

The old man's eyes were empty, devoid of any substance.

"Quickly, quickly, quickly, go and invite His Majesty over, hurry!"

Ignoring his own injuries, the old man pushed the boy forcefully, urging him to go and call for help.

The boy ran outside, but he was very shocked.

My master is one of the four great legends of the martial arts world.

He is the world's top expert.

How could he suddenly go blind?

The Four Great Myths of the Ming Dynasty Martial Arts World.

Wudang, Master Zhang.

Sword Saint, Nameless.

Wudi City, Lord Wang.

There was also an old man in the underground palace.

The Imperial Tutor of the Ming Dynasty, a clay Bodhisattva.

(Wow, thank you so much for the generous donation! I'll be writing all night, even if I have to kneel down and kowtow, I'll write as much as I can.)