"Having served as Vice Minister of War for so long, you panic at the slightest disturbance. Do you perhaps think I'm too old for anyone to take advantage of?"
The overwhelming pressure caused cold sweat to break out on Zhang Yishui's forehead, but he dared not wipe it away.
Su Weichuan did not make things difficult for him.
“His Highness the Ninth Prince is the Emperor Emeritus’s most beloved youngest son, and is trusted by the Emperor to oversee military and political affairs. If he wants to investigate anything, let him investigate. You, as the Vice Minister of War, should do your job and go back.”
Zhang Yishui hurriedly got up.
Just as he was about to bow and leave, Su Weichuan suddenly asked again, "Investigate Qin Minglang's matter as soon as possible and submit a memorial to the Emperor. Don't delay."
Zhang Yishui was taken aback, but immediately bowed and agreed.
After he left, the old servant who was brewing tea in the outer room bowed his head and came in.
“Master, the second wife has ulterior motives and probably wouldn’t dare to ask for your protection.”
Su Weichuan looked at the six sets of weapon blueprints on the desk, including the latest chariots, mechanical armor, and crossbows, his eagle-like eyes flashing with an unusual light.
"The only ones with such skill must be from the Luo family. If the Mechanized Battalion could have manufactured this kind of weapon back then..."
He slowly clenched his hands.
A figure appeared in my mind, standing far away on the stone steps.
Dressed in dark red finery, adorned with a crimson headdress, he questioned her in a hoarse voice.
"Su Weichuan, why?"
If the emperor hadn't been wary of the ingenious and sophisticated mechanisms and formations of the Sui Dynasty, he might not have harbored the wolfish ambition to annihilate them.
In that battle, he would not lose his beloved, nor suffer a lifetime of pain.
His fingernails dug into his palms until they ached, and he looked up at the old servant.
"The second wife will get whatever she wants; let them be."
He conquered half of the Zhou dynasty; if they couldn't hold onto it, what did it matter to him?
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